The more I read about the departure of George Lucas’s neofuturist storage unit, that unsightly blob of a building meant to house his movie posters and Yoda holograms, the sorrier I felt for the guy. He’s 72 and he just wants a museum. “A legacy piece.” Billionaires need their trap houses, too. This is America.
“Where I live, a self-appointed group that starts making calls for the neighborhood, they’re called a gang,” the reverend said. “They’re a gang of self righteous elitist people. . . Tell me the difference between Friends of the Parks and the Gangster Disciples?”
But aside from the whole thing being a grift, Rahm’s current political capital amounts to a mathematical zero. Rahm is so detested that anything he tries to sell us right now would be given the smack down. Everything he touches looks ugly.
And so, this museum is going back to California where it belongs. San Francisco previously quashed the project the same way Chicago did. Looks like it’s all you, LA! (A city more enlightened to both the whims of billionaire celebrities.) Meanwhile, all of us backwards Chicagoans will be waiting for real poverty-alleviating change that doesn’t come in the form of a supposedly magnanimous gift.
