Dear God: I apologize for contacting you in such a public manner but there is an issue here in Georgia I need to discuss with You pronto. I thought about bringing it up in my prayers but, frankly, I have so many sins teed up to apologize for that my knees would likely give out before I ever got to this matter. I don’t claim to be a theologian but I know in my heart that You like Georgia better than any place on this planet, and I thank you for that. (There is some question about Malfunction Junction, aka, the city of Atlanta, where the sewers don’t work and neither do a number of its citizens.