If you recall, I valiantly tried to save Mayor Emanuel from the mess he got himself into when he unilaterally declared that, from here on out, the public school children of Chicago would have to wear their underwear on the outside of their clothes.

Whoops—wrong decree.

That’s the one dictated by the nutcase dictator in Bananas, one of my favorite Woody Allen comedies.

In some ways, the underwear decree makes more sense than the one where Mayor Emanuel ordered all public school grammar children to spend another 105 minutes in the classroom each day. Even if they don’t need that extra time, and many do not, as they’re already among the highest-achievers in the state.