According to Rush Limbaugh, the media is using lies, damn lies, and the heat index to convince you that it’s even hotter than it actually is. Don’t believe your lying skin and sweat-stained shirt.
Heat waves kill more people in American than any other form of natural disaster, but it’s rarely remarked upon or realized. Why don’t we take the heat as seriously as we do tornadoes and earthquakes?
There may be scores of reasons why Michele Bachmann shouldn’t be president, but her migraines—the latest hot topic in campaign news—are not one of them…
How the flooding that hit the Mississippi River and the Plains states this spring is responsible for this week’s oppressive humidity, as was the case during the heat wave of 1995.
The oldest El station in Chicago has been decommissioned for a decade, lying under the tracks on a busy strip near Washington Park. But a community group wants it to become a cultural center.
The President offers “his case to the left,” “the most extensive reply to that criticism yet.” Interestingly, it’s identical to the views he held as a freshman Senator. Less interestingly, he’s not really addressing the left.
Fred Karger, 61, has lived in and around Los Angeles since 1972—mostly now in Laguna Beach—but he grew up in Glencoe and graduated from New Trier. He’s about as likely to become president as I am—his campaign slogan is “Fred Who?”—but the pundits are beginning to notice the first openly gay candidate to run on a major party ticket, especially as the issue of gay marriage heats up…
One futile political gesture deserves another, apparently. Meanwhile, the bond market is not amused, and no one outside the smoke-filled rooms has any idea what the principles want to or will do. But cooler heads will likely prevail on something relatively uninteresting.
Wallace’s Catfish Corner sits like a little candy-cane-colored Monopoly house on the corner of West Madison Street and California Avenue, about a mile west of the United Center, along a gritty stretch of blighted buildings with boarded windows and vacant lots blanketed in weeds, broken glass, and cigarette butts—in a part of the city that … Read more
SHADOWS OF DOUBT: Nearly two years after Michael Scott turned up dead in the Chicago River, we reveal exclusive new details about his final hours—clues that only deepen the mystery of what really happened on that sad November day.
