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From The Vault Of Art Shay: Richard Nixon At 100

By Art Shay in News on Jan 23, 2013 7:00PM

(Legendary Chicago-based photographer Art Shay has taken photos of kings, queens, celebrities and the common man in a 60-year career. This week, Art Looks back at Richard M. Nixon, who would have been 100 this year.)

The fault, dear Brutus, says Cassius, is not in our stars, but in that we are the underlings. Quaker or not, our 37th President , Richard M."I'm not a crook." Nixon, whose corpse has just turned 100, was a master of blaming others, the heavens, fate , bad luck- anyone but himself for being a world class mendacious fuck- up and opening the Presidential gates to such other lightweights as Mitt Romney, John McClain (the air hero who-while boasting of the inadequacy of his Vietnamese jail cell, couldn't remember the number of houses he and his wife owned), and Sarah Palin, McCain's unavailing stopgap low IQ fashion-mom.

Like all potential Time Inc. writing hotshots I worked on outing the scandalous behaviors of the sanctimonious elected: the names and addresses of their girl (or boy) friends; how they came by easy money; how to reach their families if they died doing the Nelson Rockefeller routine-slipping out of the sexual saddle the family sorta knew about; head striking the Capitol tarmac or worse, bouncing on the front page of The Washington Post—then as now a heck for leather snitch.( I used to write Sunday features for their Think Section in the sexy Sixties.).

The only thing I added to the Nixon refuse pile: Confirmation of the fact that when they lived in a small university town with their two kids, they were in a babysitter club and left town owing six couples in their group five or six evenings of baby-sitting. Not really Capitol crimes, but enough to bring up the poem one often hears covering the Nixons. A colonial poem: I like thee not Oh Dr. Fell and why that's so I cannot tell, but this I know and know full well, I like thee not Oh Dr. Fell."

Not exactly a smoking gun, but an aspirating Molotov cocktail.

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