Tell it like it is and LOSE.

The latest flak in the Clinton-Obama race to defeat comes with Obama's unjudged remarks about Pennsylvania voters (and in extension, all working class voters). He suggested this weekend that these blue collar voters are "bitter" because jobs are gone, factories closed, and times are hard. In that bitterness they have retreated to religion, guns, and anti-immigration. Of course, he forgot to mention gay marriage, among other working class fears. Now, have I dropped enough verbal land mines for you? When you use terms like "elite," "working class," and "blue collar," you don't stand a chance. Some will damn you for "elitism." Some will charge you with insensitivity to those who should be equal. Here's the corker, gang. Barack Obama has said what happens to be true in many cases. No one can speak for everyone in a group, but what Obama says has so much truth that it hurts. And it hurts his political chances. We know that some people entrench themselves in religion, the past, their right to wave guns, and their fear of anything different. Obama has suggested that with his comments. But his political correctness could be his undoing in the long run.

I Promise not to drink when I bring my gun to Denny's

As much as I love the state of Georgia, sometimes it becomes almost impossible. Our state legislature closed its latest comedy club or session with a new law that enables one to pack heat in a public restaurant or stadium. Now let's see, I'm a rabid Braves fan and I think the ump has gone to far for the last time. Or I am really scorched by this loudmouth in the booth behind me who keeps extolling Bush's leadership abilities. Instead of shamefully sneaking away, I can just pull my automatic and put an end to the problem. Justifiable homicide? You tell me. There is one caveat with this liberating law, and that is that you must promise NOT TO DRINK in a public place while packing heat. So I'm going to the Road House in the north Georgia hills, and I ain't packin' heat?! C'mon, dude.

Spring and the Future

Is April the cruelest month, as the poet said? I doubt it when I look at the dogwoods, cherry trees, weeping cherries, daffodils, sweet williams and budding roses. Yes, despite Georgia's drought, much of nature is coming back and making us grateful for spring's rebirth. As I sit here swooning to the Love/Death music from Tristan and Isolde, I am almost able to forget the miserable way our beloved Democrat party is shooting itself in the foot once again. With so many able candidates and a lame GOP candidate, is it possible or even probable that we will lose again? Actually, I don't think so. But let us hope that Hilary, Obama, and the secret forces that run these things can get this mess behind us so we can unite and win back this country from the neo-cons, the right-wing nuts, the hawks, the contractors, the fundamental "Christianists" and all the other kooks that are tearing us apart. Yes, Spring is a time of rebirth and hope, but it also a time for work!