I'll be interested to see Chicago's angry, pint-sized mayor try to get tough with this Ricketts guy. I'll bet he won't: too many people have a financial interest in fleecing Chicago taxpayers to perpetuate the nanny state that has been set up for corporations that are large enough.
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a very sad day for fish
ReplyDeleteI'll be interested to see Chicago's angry, pint-sized mayor try to get tough with this Ricketts guy. I'll bet he won't: too many people have a financial interest in fleecing Chicago taxpayers to perpetuate the nanny state that has been set up for corporations that are large enough.
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