I had a few epiphanies sitting on the couch yesterday thinking about what I saw on Saturday.
1. I'm too old for St. Patrick's Day.
2. Thank God the G8 got taken away.
Saturday was a train wreck of epic proportions.
It was the young woman throwing up in a planter on Michigan Avenue that let me know that I'm too old for this foolishness, but it was also an overwhelmed Chicago Police Department that made me thank God the G8 was moved to Camp David.
As I've said previously, for the resources and personnel that they have, the police are doing a great job.
Yet anyone who was out on Saturday knew that the police weren't overwhelmed, they were simply outnumbered by hordes of drunks.
What I saw was a few Molotov cocktails away from a full blown riot.
And that was on top of the "normal" level of service calls for more serious crimes that were occurring in other parts of the city.
Can you imagine adding 35,000 organized and pissed off G8 protestors to that mix?
I don't care about city crime statistics, I don't care how many blue light cameras are installed and I don't care about what may or may not make it into the papers----there is an air of lawlessness out there that is getting worse.
Redeploying 1,000 more officers on the street doesn't seem to be helping.
I can't see how the police are going to deal with shootings on the south side, belligerent drunks on the north side and flash mobs on Michigan Avenue.
The takeaway from Saturday is this:
I'm only going to private parties from now on for St. Patrick's Day and the city needs to address its police staffing shortage.