Political Ads Make Me Pu...er (excuse me) Not Feel So Well.

Damn it, political ads really are here....(make the bad men stop!!!)

I don't know about you, but I am bombarded each day with more unhelpful political advertisements than I can stomach. Unfortunately for me, being of advanced age, I have in the past made political donations to so many different candidates that, apparently, both parties believe I am an ardent supporter of their most outlandish positions and hate their counterparts with a passion reserved for enemies during war. The ads, the calls, the e-mails have all reached a crescendo just days before Nov. 2. Today they caused me to act unprofessionally during a follow-up review investigation at Wishbone Cafe. Here's the story:

I was forced over the wall and outside the Gump by a physician who refuses to practice in the Gump.  After humiliating me by requiring me to disrobe so she could check my person for questionable skin lesions to burn with her freeze pump, I was pricked, cut, and biopsied. Then I was sent on my way with a horrid bandage on my scalp and a dull pain thereunder. I was probably suffering some reaction to the local anesthetic.  But since I was in the AUM area, I thought it would be prudent to do a follow-up visit to The Whishbone Cafe, which had been favorably reviewed (for the most part) by this blog some time ago.  You can see that prior post by plicking (pointing and clicking) here. As you may recall, about the only criticism noted in that post related to Shadow Pup's lack of patience over the delays and service.

Well, I had not been there long today before it became quite obvious that the proprietor had responded to such criticism by adding better staff.  I was greeted at the door, seated almost immediately, provided a beverage and offered a sample of their fabulous soup while I poured over the menu and suffered my medical problems in silence.

Blue Plate special (on a white plate).

I ordered the "blue-plate special," see above, which was grilled chicken, sweet potatoes and asparagus.  Quite an inventive grouping of flavors I must say.  Not a huge fan of the sweet potatoes but these were not too sweet and they enhanced the flavor of the chicken and the buttery cream sauce which was lightly covering the chicken and asparagus.  It was a delightful meal and served within 15 minutes of my 12:03 p.m. arrival even though the place was rather busy. So far so good. 

Unfortunately, I failed to ignore the buzz of my Crackberry.  Looking at the screen I saw I had a new e-mail from (in this case) Al Gore--or was it Paul Begala--advising me as follows:

"Chase --



One Illinois Republican plans to dispatch Orwellian-named "voter integrity" squads to predominantly African American neighborhoods in Chicago.


The goal, of course, is not to protect the integrity of the vote, but to depress turnout. Despicable.


In Nevada, a right-wing shadow group has even put up TV ads, actually urging Latinos not to vote. Urging American citizens not to vote: Disgusting.

American heroes have given their lives to protect our right to vote.

Sound familiar?


Yup, like a poltergeist returning from the grave, these loathsome Karl Rove-inspired dirty tricks are back just in time for the final week of the campaign, when voter turnout will literally decide the outcome of about 50 make-or-break races."

The subject of the e-mail was: "Poltergeist."

Well, I never liked that movie or the one about possession (The Exorcist) and my mind wandered to Linda Blair spewing green pea soup all over the wall while her head rotated. The combination of pain, medication, sweet potatoes and disgust over the direction of political speech converged and my head began to spin. You can guess at the rest.  I will spare you the details.

Bottom line, the good folks at Wishbone probably were concerned that yours truly would give them a bad review.  Truth is, I really think Wishbone Cafe is a gem despite its location. (Address and map below). I highly recommend this place for lunch. It is a real find. Just turn off your Crackberry and stop watching political ads while you eat.  Today's level of political speech and even good food do not mix.