Bill Lavicka and Steve Balkin (see “Wrecking Ball Blues,” April 10) make an essential error when they confront James Foerster and David Broski in their attempt to save a part of Chicago’s immigrant heritage. They simply don’t realize that they are not dealing with men, but with gods.
One has to but consider for a moment the sheer power of the divine Foerster and Broski. They are accountable to no one, have unlimited powers over the lives and property of thousands, and even have the power to extract whatever funds they need out of the very pockets of those they will lay low. Lavicka and Balkin have only succeeded in angering this mighty pantheon, and retribution will be swift.
I can only suggest that they now attempt to placate this almighty duality. They should prepare to give offerings, such as the contents of their wallets and bank accounts, and all their property, just as the rest of us living immediately south of the university will eventually have to do. Now that this holy duality is moving into tax-funded real estate speculation to build houses for the richest of the demigods, they will derive yet more omnipotence, until this great and powerful–albeit unelected–Zeus and Vulcan can strike down flat all the quivering little insignificant businesses and residents of Pilsen.
Therefore, I say unto ye miserable lowly denizens of the near south side, flee while you can. Take what you can while the gods have inflated the property values and find a new place to live before the financial lightning flashes and commercial thunderclaps fly from the blazing brains of the all holy Foerster and Broski! As on Taylor Street and on Maxwell, so shall it be in Pilsen!