I have just attended the Sweet Tea Summit. It was like President Barack Obama's recent Beer Summit except we didn't have to endure Joe Biden and his motor mouth.
I called Democratic Congressman Jim Marshall who represents Georgia's 8th Congressional District in Middle Georgia to check the status of health care reform currently lurching its way through Congress.
If comments made in this space have in any way angered, dismayed or caused dry heaves to anyone who has read them, it may be that I should have calibrated my words differently. I'll guarantee Barack Obama knows what I'm talking about.
This is my first column since my rotator cuff surgery and it hasn't been easy getting the words to come out the way I intended them to. My left hand is slower than a Georgia Income Tax return and my right hand is totally unsympathetic and flies across the keyboard like a bunny rabbit.
There is a saying in politics that "perception is reality" and my perception of Gov. Sonny Perdue is that he hasn't exactly shot the lights out in his two terms as Georgia's chief executive.
Looking around for something appropriate to say as our nation celebrates its 223rd birthday, I happened to run across an old clipping in my files from Eugene Methvin, one of the finest journalists ever from the state of Georgia.
I want you Tech people to giggle and guffaw and get it out of your system, and then we aren't going to talk about it anymore.
Hard to believe, but some people actually get their knickers in a wad over observations that emanate from this space. After a careful analysis of critical comments (insert joke here), I have decided that the vast number of complainants suffer from a serious case of humor deficiency.
Whoa! Whoa! Hold on a second. Yes, I know former Gov. Roy Barnes has announced that he is running again in 2010, but before all the political pundits, pollsters and press folk give him the job, there is the little matter of getting elected first. It is called democracy, and that is where the people - you and I - come in.
To teachers: Congratulations on completing - no, make that "surviving" - another year in Georgia's public schools. As some of you know, I have a son and a son-in-law who are high school science teachers. I don't know why they - and you - do it.
For once, I am going to have to (shudder) agree with the American Civil Liberties Union. They are busting their britches to have pictures released of some of the 240 detainees at Guantanamo being waterboarded by the CIA.
My hair is wet. My socks are mildewed. My joints ache. There is a torrent of water running down the street, and more rain is on the way. Drought? What drought?
After too long an absence, I finally returned to sacred ground at the University of Georgia. For all my babbling about my love for UGA, I have not felt welcomed there for several years.
I miss the heck out of Zell Miller. I wish he would come back and straighten out the mess under the Gold Dome. And he could, too.
Kudos to Joe Mulholland, district attorney for the South Georgia Circuit, which includes Bainbridge, Camilla, and Cairo. After reading my suggestion that state government rather than schoolteachers take a furlough, the DA told me, "Some of us in government have already taken your argument to heart."
I was on St. Simons Island last week scarfing down massive amounts of corn-fried shrimp at the exquisite little Georgia Sea Grill when someone came to the table to inquire if Junior E. Lee had finished his analysis of the recent election. That really puffed Junior up when I told him that.
This is a story I shared with some of you a couple of years ago, but given the well-deserved tributes this week to our veterans, it seems an appropriate time to share it with all of you. It is about a terrorist; an honest-to-God terrorist. Not only does he not deny the appellation, he's proud of it.
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