Interim Chicago Chief Promises To Do A Better Job Covering Up Police Misconduct

Acting CPD Superintendent John Escalante

Acting CPD Superintendent John Escalante

CHICAGO—Shortly after being appointed interim police superintendent in a city embroiled in gang violence and suffering from an escalating mistrust of public officials, 29-year CPD veteran John Escalante was quick to make one promise to the people of Chicago. 

"Gone are the days of using protests and demonstrations to bend government officials to the will of the people," said Escalante. "We as a department need to do a better job covering up police misconduct in the first place, before public dissent even begins. If word hadn't leaked of the video that showed a black teenager being fatally shot by a Chicago police officer sixteen times, we wouldn't have been in this position in the first place."

Escalante lauded the actions of police officers who allegedly deleted surveillance video footage of the shooting at a nearby Burger King as "something to aspire to." He added: "We will make more efforts to clean our bloody footprints from city streets before your camera phones can capture them."

Escalante insists that this will bring peace to the City of Chicago. 

"To quote the Bible, 'Knowledge begets distrust. Distrust begets protests. And protests beget violence,'" said Escalante. "We must break this vicious cycle before more police officers lose their jobs."

Nation’s Deer Don’t Understand Why Everyone Hates Them So Much

A young fawn cuddles up against his mother, minutes before she's killed by a hunter

A young fawn cuddles up against his mother, minutes before she's killed by a hunter

WINAMAC, Ind.—With rifle season officially underway across much of the United States, deer everywhere are pleading with humans to keep their guns at home.

“Why do you hate us so much?” asked one deer interviewed for this story. “Is it our gentle disposition? Our fluffy, white tails? Do you boil with rage at the mere sight of our children frolicking in an open field? We’re about as nonviolent a species as you can get. If you don’t bother us, it’s highly unlikely we’ll bother you. So what gives?

The deer excused accounts of rogue deer attacking joggers and hikers as “one or two bucks who got a taste for vengeance after their doe was killed by hunters.”

“That certainly isn’t the norm, but wouldn’t you be upset if your pregnant wife was killed?” he asked. “Aside from a few guys who get a screw loose after losing someone they love, we’re a very peaceful bunch.”

The deer admitted that if people are starving, killing members of his species might be their only option to stay alive.

“Even as an herbivore who wouldn’t hurt a fly unless provoked, I guess I can sort of understand killing us to survive in life-or-death situations,” he added. “But how often is that truly the case? I mean, I’ve read in reports that generally after killing us, you either cut off our heads and leave the body or – if you have an ounce of a soul – process the meat so it ‘doesn’t go to waste.’ And while I’m sure there are a few good people out there who actually eat every last ounce of our blood-dripping flesh, I’ve heard most people only get one or two meals out of us before we sit in their freezer for a year, get freezer burn, and wind up in the trash so they can make room for their next kill.”

When asked how he expects the deer population to be controlled without hunting – studies indicate that an annual hunting season is essential to thinning out the herd, thereby preventing disease and famine from taking hold – this deer had one seemingly simple solution: “Stop destroying our land to build your gosh-darn fast food restaurants and liquor stores. It’s that simple. If you want to ‘appreciate nature,’ don’t do it by sitting still in a tree stand and sticking our taxidermied [SIC] heads on your wall. Do it by walking around the woods and enjoying the Zen-like sights and sounds of the world around you.  Shoot photographs, not guns.”

“I should add,” he noted under his breath, “That this would be a non-issue if you hadn’t also hunted the majority of our natural predators to the brink of extinction.”

True as that may be, many hunters contend that shooting animals who have been able to “freely roam” their entire lives is far more humane than corporate farming practices where animals are kept in small pins and then slaughtered in the most painful way possible.

“When you describe it like that, sure, I’d rather be killed while living happy and free, than unhappy in a cage with no purpose other than to eventually be slaughtered,” said our guest deer. “But if that’s really what humans do, you truly should be ashamed of yourselves.”

Regarding the practice of humans posing for photos with the rotting carcasses of their kills, and then plastering those images all over social media, the deer remained incredulous.

“Now you’re just pulling my hoof, right? I mean, killing us to survive is one thing, but gloating by posing with our dead bodies – that’s just.. I mean... You’re joking, right? No one would actually do that.”   

The deer shook off the question before issuing one final request.

“I read recently that eating red meat was linked to an increased cancer risk,” he said. “Could you please just remind people about those studies, and also make sure they know that venison is red meat? Perhaps then they'll be less likely to delude themselves into thinking they're killing us for survival."

Here are a couple reminders for our readers to chew on, though we all know it isn’t going to make a difference.

New Chicago Resident Can't Wait To Swim In Lake Michigan's Pristine Waters

Beautiful Monroe Harbor

Beautiful Monroe Harbor

CHICAGO, Ill.–Citing a love of aquatic sports and the lake's proximity to her new Gold Coast apartment, St. Louis transplant Judith Law is already looking forward to summer.

"I'm a little bummed I chose to move to Chicago in the fall, because one of the things that really drew me here was the lake and the miles upon miles of beachfront. I mean, Lake Michigan is massive. Allow yourself to forget you're in the middle of this country, and you'd almost think it's an ocean," said Law.

Geese enjoying a pile of human waste along Chicago's shoreline

Geese enjoying a pile of human waste along Chicago's shoreline

Law noted she's heard Chicagoans swim in it all summer long, and she "can't wait for that first warm day when the beaches open up and I can allow the lake's pristine waters to wash all over my delicate, disease-prone body."

Law admitted she hasn't fully researched reports concerning the water's quality, but insists it "must be clean" if the beaches fill up every day in the summer and "geese clearly enjoy it here" in the colder months.

"I have to admit though," she added. "I've been a little concerned by the number of dead fish and floating debris I've see during my walks around the lake. But I assume they clean all of that up with profuse amounts of chlorine by summer time, right? Or does it all just eventually sink to the bottom?"

"Out of sight, out of mind," she said.

Noting a basic modicum of "human decency," Law also isn't the least bit concerned about people using the lake as a giant toilet and/or garbage receptacle.

"They have port-a-pots and trash cans along the beaches for a reason," Law concluded. "With such proximity to reasonable ways of disposing of human waste, both biological and commercial, surely everyone uses them."

Nonsmoker can't get enough of that sweet, secondhand smoke

Cigarettes and cigarette boxes make great fertilizer, as seen here in a planter in downtown Chicago

Cigarettes and cigarette boxes make great fertilizer, as seen here in a planter in downtown Chicago

CHICAGO, Ill.–When Jeanine Dennison's office relocated to Chicago from the suburbs last year, she fell in love with the city. But like many relationships, there was one dark mark that dampened the otherwise sunny affair.

"I just couldn't get over all of the cigarette smoke," said Dennison. "It was insane. I still lived in the suburbs, so I took the Metra every day, and the walk from the train station to my downtown office was literally a haze."

Having few hobbies aside from a love of math, Dennison soon calculated that, on average, she passes 57 lighted cigarettes every day on her way to and from work, lunch-time walks included.

"Sure, I only get one or two good whiffs from each cigarette I pass, but I'd say by the day's end, I've secondhand smoked at least half a pack," said Dennison.

Dennison originally tried to "hopscotch" around the smokers, but with little success.

"No matter what I did, there was always someone walking with a cigarette in their hand. And even though the smoke burned my eyes and throat, caused headaches, and made me a little nauseous, I eventually realized that attempting to avoid it was pointless."

Soon after giving in, things took an unexpected turn for Dennison.

"I've been working in the city for almost a year now, and sometimes find myself seeking out the smoke," she admitted. "It's the strangest thing. I mean, the smoke still burns my eyes and throat and is a confirmed migraine trigger, but it also fills my body with a sense of euphoria that I've never known before. Some of the smells are more exhilarating than others, and I'm drawn to certain ones like a gold digger to a retirement home."

Dennison admits to walking a little more slowly whenever a smoker is in front of her, and has even turned around to trail a smoker who passed her. When asked if she has possibly become addicted, Dennison tried to remain optimistic.

"I mean, sure, I have to clear my throat a lot more than I used to, and I now have what my doctor describes as a 'smoker's cough.' And, yeah, I've started collecting discarded cigarette butts just so I can smell them whenever I need a hit, but that's completely normal... right?"

This cat predicted all of the mayoral and gubernatorial winners in last night’s elections–you’ll never guess who she’s picked to win President

i can haz prezident

i can haz prezident

CHICAGO, Ill.—There might not have been any elections in Chicagoland last night, but that didn’t prevent one north-side feline from accurately predicting the winner in every race she was asked about.

Miss Beatrice Featherbottom, 8 in cat years (40 in human), was given a cell phone with a list of races and candidates, and was asked to touch the screen whenever the name of the winner appeared. She was asked about 36 different elections, and correctly guessed each one.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘guessing,’” corrected her human confidant, Maya West. “She really has a sixth sense when it comes to stuff like this. It’s uncanny. There were only a few races where she even hesitated. For the most part, she knew right away. And regardless of whether or not she paused, she was always spot-on.”

From the elections of Republicans Matt Bevin and Phil Bryant to the governors’ seats in Kentucky and Mississippi, respectively, to lesser-known mayoral races—like Indiana’s Columbia City—Miss Beatrice Featherbottom’s record is untarnished.

“She also predicted Rahm Emanuel’s reelection back in April,” said Maya. “Which was somewhat bittersweet for her, as Emanuel is adamantly opposed to granting animals the right to vote."

Once news of Miss Beatrice Featherbottom's successful predictions began to spread, she was approached to also call the 2016 Presidential election.

Bert + Ernie = Bernie

Bert + Ernie = Bernie

“She seems to feel pretty strongly that Ben Carson’s popularity will tank in the next month or so, at which point Trump will—like his hair in an autumn breeze—rise again, and approach Carson to be his running mate,” said Maya. “But she's not really happy about it; after she selected those two, she made a sound that could only be described as the cat equivalent of a depressed sigh. As for the Democratic ticket, we’re looking at a Clinton/Sanders lineup. I know, because she keeps pulling up videos of two appropriately named Muppets on my phone.”

As for the final winner, Miss Beatrice Featherbottom has been a little more hesitant. “She honest-to-goodness starts shaking whenever I ask her. I’m pretty sure that’s her way of saying, ‘No matter who wins, we’re screwed.'”