Using Jimi Hendrix to beat Mayor Rahm's fund-raising machine

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Scuse me, while I kiss some rich guys asses.
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  • 'Scuse me, while I kiss some rich guys' asses.

Every now and then I get carried away and make a prediction that comes straight from the heart.

Like back in 2011 when I went around town making bets that my beloved Bulls would defeat Miami—the Darth Vader of the NBA—in the playoffs.

Still not talking about the fourth quarter of game five, so don't ask.

And so it was at this month's First Tuesdays show at the Hideout when I predicted that Mayor Rahm—the Darth Vader of Chicago politics—would be forced into a runoff come February 24th.

I would now be pretending that I'd never made that audacious prediction if not for the fact that Peter Holderness—the world's greatest videographer—was on hand to record it. Enjoy the evidence:

Or that I didn't double down on that prediction on a recent episode of the Ken Davis Show—aka, Chicago Newsroom.

The truth is I've got a reason for making predictions that fly in the face of conventional wisdom: I believe that if I wish really hard for something good to happen I will emit enough positive vibrations to overcome the negative ones.

Which, in this case, are largely being emitted thanks to the commercials and mailings that Mayor Vader's been paying for with the $30 million or so he's raked in from his pals.

Thus, my positive vibrations are like a song by Jimi Hendrix that brings peace and love to a troubled world.

"Well, she's walking through the clouds / With a circus mind that's running wild."

Hold it! I just read in the paper that Mayor Rahm recently raised about $521,000 from various titans of business and politics.

Quick, more Hendrix!

"Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales / That's all she ever thinks about, riding with the wind."

Back to our February 3rd show at The Hideout . . .

I was particularly pumped up by the fact that so many brave and daring people showed up in the face of a nasty snowstorm that kept two of our guests—dapper Dan Mihalopoulos and Perri Small—from attending.

The night might have been a total disaster if not for our third guest—Jen Sabella, senior editor of DNAinfo—who turned out to be almost as funny as Lisa Lampanelli. Jen did this bit about dildos that had the crowd rolling!

Also, I may have been carried away by the crowd itself. When my cohost, Mr. Dumke, asked if anyone planned to vote for Rahm, only a couple of people said yes.

I wouldn't be surprised if the mayor got so scared that he immediately shook down some LaSalle Street titans for cash.

More Hendrix, please!

"When I'm sad, she comes to me / With a thousand smiles she gives to me free."

After the show I wandered into the bar, where I was confronted by a large man in a Blackhawks jersey who told me that Rahm's Mighty Machine was going to crush my positive vibrations.

Our exchange went something like this:

Me: Oh, yeah—you watch, the black community will vote against Mayor Rahm.

Blackhawks guy: Shit! With President Obama's endorsement, the black community will be putty in Rahm's hand, just like last time.

Well, that certainly seems to be the conventional wisdom.

But I'm sticking with my runoff prediction, just like when I bet the Bulls would beat Miami. Let's hope that this time the good guys win.

Play guitar, Jimi.

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