How Good IS Good when you're very VERY good?

Hubb-eye frubb-ends. That was a test. If you know what Joe was saying, Joe suspects you were a dork when you were a kid. Probably still are, but that's okay too. Before we get to the MEAT of the moment, Joe wants to give a shout out to the actually dumbest city in the Universe. . .that'd be Chicago.

In one of the stupidest decisions in the history of civilization, the good people of one of the formerly greatest cities in the world (that's A.Ds.--Ante Decisio), have decided to let people who are FAR less informed about food than Joe is about, well, practically anything, tell them that, as of 22 August, 2006, a day that will ALSO live in infamy, they can no longer order Foie Gras. Nope. No more. After that date, if you want a fatty duck, duck, goose liver, you have to go somewhere else, other than Greater Chicago to get it. Are you people out of your minds?

Never mind whether or not you LIKE Foie Gras or whether you would allow even the smallest molecule past your lips and into your mouths, (despite what Joe happens to personally know that a great many of you have admitted into your pie holes), that's not even the point. The point, and Joe DOES have one, is how could the people of such a formerly great city allow anybody to tell them what they could eat, nay, what they could order, nay again. . .what they could even OFFER one another as a CHOICE!

What has happened to the proud people of Chicago. . .the people who gave us, some would say even DEFINED the word Chic? Have the forty-leven million of you simply taken leave of your senses? And what of you, in particular, in the legal community? Never has Joe been prouder than when one of the tough and talented of the Legal Elite in Chi- went to battle with the baddies. And now to find out that it was all for naught?! Joe's heart is BREAKING!

Joe would have expected this from those chowderheads in Boston, the nutballs in New York City, even the Bleachy-Beachies in L.A., who, like monkeys, are fun, but moody, but Joe would have bet his very last dollar that the good people of Chicago would NEVER bend over and take it up the wazz on an issue as important to the Mid-Western soul as dinner.

This is particularly profound, and meaningful, because Joe just came back from a visit to Junior Partner in the City of a Thousand Sins, wherein much merriment was made, and more than one Foie Gras made its way to our table during the Little Weekend that Could. Joe has become a big BIG fan of waterfowl and their livers, and, while not particularly proud of what is done to the little wretches in order to make them ready for his dinner, Joe thinks that, in comparison, Chickens and Cows and Piggies have it MUCH worse than Gooses and Duckies.

But that's another post for another day. Chicago, Joe is dismayed, and must respond to this outrage in the only way possible. After this post posts, Joe will board a plane for what it possibly his last trip to Chicago, make reservations at any of many fine eating establishments, (except Charlie Trotters. . .that wuss took Foie Gras off the menu light years ago, but Joe notes that he still has Chicken, Beef, and Pork on this menus. . ..what a hypocrite. . .or maybe he's just a moron who doesn't know how these animals are treated), and order Foie Gras in as many forms as possible over the weekend, eating himself into a frenzy until fully and completely surfeited. You should come too!

You know what. . .Joe is too sick at heart to really talk about what was bugging him. Just do this. . .make sure you don't screw yourself out of a good chance to get the job of your dreams by always supporting the use of external recruiters, no matter where you work. Ex Rocks! (Externals, we mean)

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