Chicago Olympic bid never had a chance

I want to see how quickly the media cheerleaders jump off Baby Boss's bandwagon. You know who I'm talking about? The TV reporters who have just cuddled up to Daley like nice little boys and girls while our city's problems have continued to fester.
 
Does Daley know about the violence at Fenger High School? Will our leader ever give us a bona fide explanation about the pension fund cabbage that turned up in the hands of his nephew?
 
Don't tell me this pitch was about global athletic spirit and pride in the Olympic rings. We live in Chicago not Terre Haute.
 
Think Ed Burke. The aldermanic powerhouse turned up on some TV newscast I caught last night. I doubt Burke gives a damn about equestrian or
the discus but I know Edward loves playing cash-grab. And this bid just screamed new money for those chosen few whose pockets are perpetually lined by their influence in the Windy City.
 
Don't get me wrong. I wanted 2016. I was in favor of the bid. But I never lost sight of the obvious. This was never about new jobs for those less fortunate. This wasn't about Chicago occupying new turf on the global stage.
 
Daley wanted to assume the role of Don Vito Corleone.  An Olympic win would have covered God only knows how many potholes.
 
Sorry, Richie, you got head your head knocked off. Perhaps, now, you can actually concentrate on solving two or three issues in your own backyard. And, damn, you won't have Oprah to lean on 24 hours a day.
 
As for Pat Ryan, my gut tells me he'll ease his pain by purchasing majority control of the Chicago Bears sometime over the next 24 months.
 
Game, set and match. Really, how much sleep will you lose over this fiasco?