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Updated: January 24, 2013 6:34AM
A Christmas quiz.
Which story this past week riled up readers more?
(a) Ed “the-most-powerful-alderman-in-the world” Burke wiggling his way around current gun laws by obtaining a state license claiming to be a working “private detective” so that he can conceal and carry a gun to and from “work”?
(b) Brian “Go [losing] Bears” Urlacher biting the hands that feed him by whining, “Two of the people I don’t care about: fans or media.”
I wrote about both a few days ago.
Burke, the multimillionaire former cop, clout-heavy lawyer and son who inherited his aldermanic job from his late father, is someone even our brash mayor, Rahm Emanuel, is afraid to cross. Burke has had his own Chicago taxpayer-subsidized police security squad for decades. Cops with James Bond ear pieces hold his coat and drive him around. And yet we learn Burke feels the need — and has the license — to pack a baby Beretta? A Tec9?
Feeling safer, people?
Then there is Urlacher who, like the McCaskey family organization for which he works, is petted, privileged and petulant.
In my Wednesday column, I urged fans to rip up his signed autographs and to give their Urlacher jerseys to Goodwill, given his ingratitude to fans.
Even though politicians rule our lives, raise our taxes and protect their own pension — and sports does none of those things — most of the outrage I received via email had to do with Urlacher, not Burke.
Here is an edited sample:
Write about Jay Cutler’s sorry behind, leave Urlacher alone.” signed Faybian Carter.
There was this email from Alex Terrones: “Look lady, stick to protcol, dont’ write about sports!!! Im a Fan, but im not an ignorant fan....Caca happens, like bad calls from idiot refs !!!!....I don’t see any of you out there playing.....”
My favorite email came from a guy invoking his bird cage:
“Dear Carle: I read your Column today (Dec. 19, 2012) You don’t know anything about sports. You know even less about sports writers. Calling Rick Morrissey a great sports writer just proves you know nothing about sports. What Rick knows about sports you could put into a thimble, and it would be like a b b in a box car... I have never read your column before but I happen to read it when I was lining my bird cage. If this is any indication of a typical column of yours, then I’m being mean to my bird.”
Still, leave it to Chicagoist.com this week to remind us that Ed Burke, not Brian Urlacher, is the one we should keep an eye on:
“Who knew Ed Burke was a cross between Sam Spade and Tony Montana? … We have images in our head of an impeccably dressed Burke being confronted by gangsters and pulling out a TEC-9 from a trench coat while screaming in his South Side brogue, ‘Say hello to my little friend.’ ”
To readers, friends, fans, critics and foes, Merry Christmas to you all! See you in the New Year!