Sunday, July 18, 2010

Georgia Independents, Go Away!

What Mary Norwood did, virtually single-handed should serve as a wake-up call to all Georgians to join Common Cause. Collecting more than 10,000 signatures by hand (not email) is a feat most of us would never attempt even our dreams.
Georgia law requires that for an independent to gain access to the ballot, they must have 10,000 verifiable Georgia residents. Without them, we are left with only a Republican or a Democrat to choose from.
After this super-human effort, the state elections board decided to turn DOWN her application because she filed at 4:00pm instead of 12noon. Never mind that her campaign manager just was diagnosed with breast cancer. The state elections board does not consider life-threatening illness a valid reason for missing a deadline.
Common Cause has been fighting for fair ballot access for years without success, and this incredible miscarriage of justice, proves just how bad it really is.
If you want bad government, come to Georgia. If you want extreme candidates on the right or left, come to Georgia. If you want closed-door meetings and wild-west ethics by legislators, Georgia is your home state, baby.
Ms. Norwood would be well-served to take her thoughtful, intelligent positions and move out, because you don't count for s**t here if you aren't a R or D. Sad.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Win a Date with Keith Olbermann

Having sufficiently digested the morning news, along with my avocado, sundried tomatoes and cheddar omelet, my mind turns to more whimsical thoughts....such as: How can I get Keith Olbermann to notice me?

Woe is me to live here in Atlanta, surrounded by the reddest of red, windbag politicians, who endlessly profess ethics reform and family values, while drunkenly driving their government-provided Crown Vics into trees with their pockets stuffed with twenties. Not only do I pine for someone who lives a thousand miles away in New York City, but to add to my salmon-like aspirations, I serve on the board of Common Cause Georgia and manage the programs of the state's Solar Energy Association.

But, I take heart. I am a five year cancer survivor and our breed is the toughest. We thrive on challenges and our motto is "If I wake up on the green side of the grass, I know it's going to be a good day".

Back to Keith. There is a strong likelihood that Mr. Olbermann is otherwise engaged and therefore unavailable to you or me as potential dates. As it appears, he was, or is currently involved with a reporter from WPIX TV. Credit the media, from which he springs, for that little ambiguity. If he were up for a little friendly competition, (and I have to believe that he must have some sense of humor, having allowed himself to be named sexiest man alive by Playgirl magazine a few years ago--Really) I would suggest that in order to be considered a serious contender, one must make a compelling case for earning his attention for 4 or 5 hours some potentially enchanted evening.

What we know about him is that he was born in NYC (ditto), is somewhat clumsy (that train left a mark--Bad train!), loves baseball (strike one), does not eat bread or pasta (I highly recommend "Joy" gluten-free noodles), is a prolific writer, is prone to occasional bouts of over-zealousness when discussing topics he is passionate about, is a voracious reader, a super-smart, smart ass and a superb champion of the left (those with a brain). What else there is to know, we can only hope to find out.

For a guy who just recently passed the five-oh, he's got a lot going on, and I'm guessing not just me would like to share a nosh with the Uber-mann.

So here's the game; Write an essay (500 words or less) on why you would like to Win a Date with Keith Olbermann. Do NOT include references to body parts or describe yourself in a way that would make your mother blush or send your father out the door with a shotgun. Send a head shot. Email WinADateTKO at gmail dot com and we'll see if we can crack the code.

Maybe he'll pick two winners and I'll get to come along too. Maybe he'll never see any of our responses..... Nah. This will be too much fun. I'm betting Mr. Olbermann is a gambler with a keen sense of adventure.

Hope springs eternal, and I'm still on the green side of the grass.


Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Oil on the beach: WWSAD?

I am pissed at Obama. It would be fair to say that even though I think of Sean Hannity and that crazy Glen Beccch as anarchists and that all advertisers to their propaganda network should be boycotted, I am not one who turns easily on the guy I brung to the party.

Now, however, as I watch the crisis in the beautiful Gulf of Mexico unfold, I have to wonder, President Obama, how can you be so clueless? We know you can give inspiring speeches. That's why you're in office. But beyond that, you are there because the catastrophically inept Bush administration put you there and now America is tired of the era of Good Job Brownie.

Now once again we find ourselves, watching in horror at Louisiana and it's neighbors suffer unconscionable loss. This disaster you could have seen coming. Dick Cheney and his oligarchs set that plan in motion 8 years ago.

Here's what you need to do now: Think WWSAD? What Would Sheriff Andy Do?
1. Deputize people to clean it up. Billy Nungesser would be a good start.
2. Shut it down the fastest way possible.

Put the townspeople in charge. Get every marine biologist at every University down to the Gulf and put 'em in charge of evaluating clean up methods and getting them on the water. BP is taking too long and they don't know what they are doing. We are done testing.

Cajuns are just like Macgyver and that's what's needed here. For cripe's sake they are using shop vacs to clean up oil. Do you get the desperation here? American's respond to what they see not to what you say. You tell people five million feet of boom and then CNN shows a tangled mess of soggy boom laying in the marshes, already ruined.

We need every available skimmer in the world and we needed it 5 weeks ago. Where are you? This does remind me of Katrina. All the helicopters in the largest army in the world and the government could not even get water to the people in the Superdome.

Why do we have 14 government agencies in charge of telling us who can clean up the United States of America? How can you profess change and then proffer this bureaucracy?

Why are the BP communications and PR people, who are trying to block the free press not in jail for threatening our homeland? Our Water, Our dolphins, Our turtles, Our shrimp, Our wetlands, Our beaches. Who is going to write a check to them?

The time for talk is over. Nuke the well. Get every man woman and child a gas mask and hazmat suit (that wants one) and give them a tank and a shovel.

Build berms, Bring in Kevin Costner and for God's sake...

Do it now.