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I mean, really, I wasn’t going to blog about this. It’s just horribly embarrassing. On a national level. And dammit, Kwame was not going to get any more publicity, even from my humble little blog. Dude’s already EVERYWHERE right now (and most likely loving it.) But after reading Mr. Lessenberry’s MetroTimes opinion piece, I had to share.

“By the time you read this, Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick may be gone. Or not. But everybody now realizes that he has to be extracted as soon as possible, and lawyers and the business community are feverishly trying to put together some sort of a deal.

No one can now deny that his presence is having the same effect on the city, and the region, that a 300-pound dead mackerel would have on the Greektown Casino if it were lying in the front lobby in the heat of August, stinking and becoming more repulsive every day.

There’s really very little more to say, except this: Friday morning I was in Washington, D.C., at the magnificent Newseum, which chronicles the history of the American Press, courtesy of some of the same corporations that have done their best to sacrifice journalism to the profit motive. Thanks to the wonders of electrons, they display — every day — the full-color front pages of hundreds of newspapers.

Detroit’s entry that day was the Free Press, with its giant, World War II-is-declared-size headlines and big, impassive booking mug shots of the thug-in-chief. A chunky middle-age guy in a red T-shirt and a baseball bat paused before it, and said to the woman he was with, “Howdja like to live there?”

She grimaced and shook her head. That’s the prevailing national obituary for our city, folks; and nothing is going to change that one bit till we drag this giant rock away from the front of our tomb.”

Jack, I try to stay out of politics, but damn, I couldn’t agree with you more on this one.