Chicago is extraordinarily segregated. White faces are scarce on the South Side, and by the time my train reaches the final stop I’m the only cracker left. I’m sure there are diverse pockets somewhere around here, but not from where I’m sitting.
Everyone is mighty friendly, and some are even concerned about me walking around.
This has been making the rounds (thanks again, Comrad April). A bit long, but stick with it; it gets better and better.
I leave my friend’s apartment and a police officer stops me outside his door. She’s nice enough, but she still takes my name for allegedly matching the description of someone who was snooping around. It could have been me after all – that’s essentially what I do for a living.
There’s a heavy police presence on the train.
Okay, you know how to vote and you know who to vote for, so get your asses in gear early then go home and try some deep-breathing exercises until the evening when you can begin keeping score. Returns arrive at a punishingly slow pace -- thanks to that time-zones situation -- so this Guide to Which States Close Their Polls When will help you pre-visualize the arrival of the good (or unmentionable) news.
Whether or not Chicago is Obama country largely depends on where you are and who you’re talking to. As anyone who’s ever met a Massachusetts Republican will attest, there’s ignorance and insanity no matter how blue the turf may be.
Last night I grabbed a drink before dinner at a hole outside the downtown loop. The joint – simply called Richard’s Bar – is the sort of spot where you’d expect to find McCain supporters, or at least Obama haters.
Whether or not the show makes it to the 2012 election remains to be seen. But The Simpsons seems poised to be back for at least three more seasons, making it the longest running primetime show in history.
In the mean time, an enterprising Norwegian reporter recently asked Harry Shearer what Monty Burns, Ned Flanders, Reverend Lovejoy, Waylon Smithers, and Julius Hibbert have to say about the big day tomorrow.
Here's what the Obama campaign staff are really up to today, courtesy of UltimateImprov.com:
Before touching down in Chicago, I had a romantic vision that this would be some sort of blue Utopia – a prObama mirage hidden between New York and Los Angeles. In my dreams, Obama-Biden posters line every block, with small children gleefully hoisting “Change” signs on all corners.
And to some degree – depending on where you are – it’s almost like that.
I meet a nice woman in the airport who’s flying to California for her lesbian sister’s shotgun wedding. With Proposition 8 looming on the left coast, gay couples are rushing to tie knots. My new friend tells me that thousands of Mormons have been bussed into Cali to pass out hateful literature at busy intersections.?xml:namespace>
I’m off to Chicago, but my original plan for this week was to hit Washington D.C. with a pit stop in Scranton. Even though the latter is a cliché reporter destination this election season, it’s as good a snap shot of the dummy belt that one can get without venturing too far off the coast.
But then I thought: who cares about Capitol Hill aides, Republicans, and foolish undecided voters? Sure, if newsroom budgets were what they were 30 years ago, every alt weekly in the country would even dispatch writers to Arizona just to watch John McCain’s presidential hopes dry up once and for all.