Well, shiver me timbers – and not because I’m worried. More because the anticipation is killing me.
What the heck is Chicago gonna look like come Monday and the start of the Democratic National Convention?
Mayor Brandon Johnson’s general unsuitability for any job more onerous than lavatory attendant had already lent this looming auspicious gathering an element of suspense. Particularly considering the tug o’ war between Johnson’s fragile but big-city-mayorish-size ego and a Democratic National Committee frantic not to have a ’68 convention redux. Who would handle the evil clowns when they came to town, I wondered back in May. Everyone else kinda had the same question.
Maybe I should rephrase that question in light of who and what we’re dealing with. Politico certainly seems to have its doubts.
The DNC Is Preparing for the Worst in Chicago — Without the Help of the City’s Mayor
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