Free Blago!

God, how I miss Rocket Rod Blagojevich. Channeling Elvis, wielding the 'The Football' to keep his immaculate, shiny black 'doo' perfectly coifed, Blago was a reality show producer's dream. After seeing him sweating profusely in shorts and tee shirt, running around, grasping the crowd at the Wheaton Fourth of July Parade during his gubernatorial heyday, I knew he was more than a little bit 'off'.

But Blago was a Grabowski, not a Rockefeller, unlike his current successor, Billionaire Bruce Rauner.

As incompetent as Blago was as governor, he never consciously stuck it to the poor and the needy like Governor 1%. Blago had one pad, a North Side Bungalow. He loved living there among the working stiffs; while Billionaire Bruce has so many million dollar showplaces acquired demolishing good companies as vulture capitalist, he can bed down in a different one every night of the week. Blago connected with union workers; Bruce can't wait to disconnect them from their lifeline to a livable paycheck. Blago championed improving the lives of workers and the unemployed even though he lacked the brains and character to accomplish much. Alas, his sabre was bent, while Rauner wields a sturdy stiletto to carve away desperately needed peoples' resources that, used properly, saves many times its cost down the road while improving lives.
  
Blago comes to mind after a grainy picture of him, white haired and chastened in a federal prison, was published yesterday. What an utter waste of $40,000 per year. Blago got 14 years for being a bit crazy, and taunting the Illinois power structure, which for them is literally a federal offence. Meanwhile, the wealthiest Illinoisans are high fiving themselves, celebrating the tax breaks they're enjoying on the backs of folks they don't see, don't hear, don't give a damn about. Between crazy and heartless, I'll take crazy every time.