I am pissed.

Whether or not that is the appropriate emotion to have, I can’t say, but that is what boils up most days I walk down Michigan Avenue lately.

Sanctuary city Chicago is now learning what it actually means to be a sanctuary city. Before this year, the moniker was just another in a series of virtue signals so often practiced by our politicians to manipulate us and by everyone else on social media to impress their friends and to signal their alignment with the current cause célèbre. 

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