I love chicago?

Today’s errands for the lawyers that be sent me to the Richard J. Daley center, made famous for the big Picasso sitting outside and, of course, The Blues Brothers. Today’s jaunt to the courthouses allowed me to view a display of weapons confiscated by the security checkpoints. Wow.

Handguns a plenty, the standard issue butterfly knives and lots of switchblades. More intriguing were the secret spy weapons, such as a blade concealed in a lipstick container, one twisted behind a crucifix pendant and a long, skinny knife housed in a pen. Someone tried to bring in a walking stick that served as sheath for a rather nasty looking sword. Oh, and there were enough butcher knives, Billy clubs and stun guns to spill a river of blood.

It never gets boring contemplating the depths man will sink in his inhumanity to humanity. I don’t know what’s worse, those fucking weapons or the fact that a bunch of gawkers (like myself) were ogling the things with something like awe.