Only in Georgia

Call the Waaaahm-bulance. Black leaders in Georgia government are suing to reverse the city charters of Dunwoody, Sandy Springs, Milton, Johns Creek, Chattahoochee Hills and the county (re)creation of Milton, saying (wait for it)… they are too white.

The Georgia Legislative Black Caucus and others say the state has illegally created “super-majority white neighborhoods” in several cities in Fulton and DeKalb counties that dilute the black vote in those areas.

The lawsuit, which also includes the Rev. Joseph Lowery, names Gov. Nathan Deal in his capacity as governor and seeks to void the charters of the newly-created cities of Dunwoody, Sandy Springs, Johns Creek, Milton and Chattahoochee Hills and prevent the creation of Milton County — which they claim “supplanted the fully functional and racially balanced county government.”

Read the whole thing. I’ll wait for you to catch your breath. I don’t know which is funnier, the lawsuit, or that last sentence. Fully functional? Ever try to handle a parking ticket in Fulton County? Heh. Racially balanced? I’m not even going to touch that one.

Let’s see how just how new these “newly-created” offensive enclaves are:
– Dunwoody, 2008
– Sandy Springs, 2005
– Milton, 2006
– Johns Creek, 2006
– Chattahoochee Hills, 2007

The youngest of these “newly-created” cities is 4 years old!

Laughable. The whole idea is frivolous and nothing but a publicity stunt.

Hey, wait, which one of the plaintiffs is running for office next election? There’s your answer.

Various and Sundry

Since the Anniversary Parade, I’ve kicked back a bit due to family stuff and work-bandwidth-suckage. Yes, that is an IT term. At least some people noticed. You know who you are, and your devotion has been duly noted.

Of course, there was the pilgrimage (parts I, II, III), plus a big party, being glued to the tube over the tragedy of Japan, then the pre-Easter musical* and mom’s birthday, the annual spring ritual of taxes and FAFSA, tons of bad weather, (literally) tons of pollen that drags you down like the chains of Davy Jones, a scary medical test that turned out okay and the never-ending project from H-E-doublehockeysticks that is supposed to go live in two weeks.

Not to mention distractions like this. Be quiet while I feed my addiction.

While I was gone, Trog got his million hits, a reporter got locked in a closet on purpose, Gerard wrote another required reading piece, the Big Brother crap became even more ridiculous, we got to see Smitty’s room at the Bagram Hilton, my 2011 brackets were an epic FAIL, Oregon State University proved that it is run by idiots, and Herman Cain showed why he’s Da Man.

And I got a new phone, which is vexing me greatly. So don’t call me or text me. Or email me or IM me. The thing beeps and chirps and carries on, and I just stare at it, mesmerized by the pretty screen and blinky lights. Yesterday, my friend poked fun saying, “But you’re in IT!’ I said, “Yeah, but I don’t do hardware.”

It may take several hours for a return anything, and that includes factoring in two Advil and another try in the morning.

*This year, Hubster scheduled his Easter musical early, since he had planned to be on a Far East musical tour in April that would have traveled through parts of China and Korea. We all watched as the hand of God protected these men earlier this year, causing the trip to the rescheduled in 2012.

The Jokes Will Write Themselves

Victor Hill is running for his old job (sheriff) in Clayton Co. (h/t PeachPundit)


Athens Food Adventure, Part the Third and the End of Our Day

So where were we? Friday morning after breakfast, I believe.

Lunch was at Marti’s at Midday. We shared Martha’s Salad Plate which is a huge basket of salad with pimento cheese, chicken salad, fruit and the most marvelous toasted pita wedges. After we were sufficiently stuffed, there was enough left over for another meal!

Afterwards, we waddled over to Chick Music and caught up with some old friends.

Luckily, our dinner reservation at 5 & 10 was later in the evening. This time we ordered different dishes (except the Hubster liked the little lyonnaise salad so much on the last trip he just had to have it again). For appetizers, I had clam and chorizo soup and he had his repeat salad. Then my entree was grilled redfish with quinoa and green beans. He ordered the pork tenderloin with ribs over a grit cake with collards. Out of the two nights and four entrees, this was the most exquisite. Only a true Southerner can wax poetic over ribs. And wax he did. Galactic perfection.

For dessert, we shared a wonderful ginger creme brulee.

On the way back to the hotel, we swung by The Melting Point, to see if we could roust out our friend Tim P. before his band played. We caught him and his wife just as they were walking in the door. While we stayed through their first set, Hubster ran into even more old friends. I mean, really, is there anybody he doesn’t know?

Finally, we turned in. For breakfast this morning, we tried the Big City Bread Cafe. Now I want to move to Athens and eat breakfast there everyday.

This was one of those trips where you never want to go home. Leaving this magical weekend means going back to the grind which, to be honest, been taking a toll on both of us.

On our way home, I kept thinking of Brigadoon. Fiona frantically tells Tommy, “It’s the end of our day!” Tommy doesn’t understand until Fiona, and all of Brigadoon, fade into the evening mist.

I may have been born in Atlanta, but Athens will always be my heart and soul.

Athens Food Parade, Part Two

Update on our Dawgylicious trip in Athens continues…

After a mecca to Georgia’s best yarn shop ever, Main Street Yarns and Fibers, we met our friend John Berry and his sweet wife Robin for a leisurely lunch at Mirko in Watkinsville. Mirko reminded us of one of our favorite places in the ATL, Figo. Hubster and John have been friends since 8th grade.

Last night we had supper at Farm255 on West Washington. Their menu is more on the side of organic, sustainable farm style. For our appetizer, we had a (local) cheese and fruit plate with candied pecans. We both had shrimp and grits for our entree. The shrimp were from Savannah, the grits did NOT need seasoning (which was just amazing to us), the tomatoes were so fresh and the poached egg on top added the perfect taste. For dessert, Hubs had the creme brulee and I had the chocolate mousse cake with orange marmalade. Definitely a place we’ll be going back to!

For breakfast this morning, we went to Mama’s Boy, a diner over the Oconee river on Oak Street. They served a wonderful breakfast. I especially liked the cranberry and fennel sausage.

However, I did have one little, tiny beef. On their menu, they listed a breakfast item called “Chocolate Cake for Breakfast.” Now, all my son’s life I told him he couldn’t ever have chocolate cake for breakfast. Now these people have blown my mommy cover. Thanks a load there, sport.

In My Next Life/Job, I Want to be a Restaurant Critic

We’re off for a little R&R, celebrating our 25th anniversary. Due to circumstances beyond our control, we had to change our destination almost at the last minute, so we settled on that Holiest of Holy Spots, Athens, GA.

Why Athens, you ask? You go there a lot. You went to college there. You’ve been to dozens of concerts, games, weddings, funerals, whatnot there. You worked there for a year. It’s close, it’s funky (but not as weird as Austin), and we don’t need a map.

Really, that’s the point. This time we came to do what WE wanted to do, when WE wanted to do it, without chaperoning other students, sitting in game-day traffic, standing in lines for mediocre mass-produced food with 92000 of our best friends, or running to class/band rehearsal/meetings/whatever. Athens on our terms. Plus it’s UGA Spring Break, so the town is very UNcrowded. We have the run of the place.

This afternoon, we checked into the Hotel Indigo, which is Game Day Central for home games. The place is usually so over-run those days I’m surprised the fire marshal doesn’t have a seizure on the spot.

Tonight we dined at 5 & 10, a restaurant I’ve wanted to visit ever since it was recognized by the AJC as the 2007 Restaurant of the Year. Plus those four James Beard nominations for chef/owner Hugh Acheson kept it high on our radar, being the self-anointed foodies we think we are.

For starters we had the crostinis with pimento cheese. Yeah, I admit it, we fought over the last little crust.

Then the lil Lyonnaise salad. I’ve never been a fan poached eggs, but I quickly got over it. Delicious.

Hubster had the special, a flatiron steak with black truffle butter and spinanch/mushroom gratin. I had the crispy flounder with creamy grits, an olive tapenade (I don’t like olives either, but loved this – it tasted almost like guacamole) and grilled chard. Both the steak and fish were cooked perfectly. Absolutely divine.

For dessert, Hubby had cayenne banana ice cream and I had the special, a pineapple tarte with ice cream.

It was a fantastic meal. In fact, it was so good that we decided we’re going back on Friday night to order completely different dishes.

I may have to buy bigger pants on this trip.

Ahhhh, Athens. I am to Athens as Indiana Jones is to Venice.

(Well drat, the clock just rolled over midnight. This post was actually written on 3/16.)

Why is there no looting in Japan?

So asks Ed West of The Telegraph. First, of course, you can only get real insight from non-American media. I won’t even go there.

However, Ed, that’s an easy one. In a nutshell, their culture is based on close-knit families, an almost obsessive work ethic and mutual respect.

Clearly the antithesis of the culture our fearless leaders have been pushing on America for decades.

Aside: Many have emailed asking why no posts on the tragedy unfolding in Japan. There are simply no words… only prayers that Japan and her people can recover from the utter destruction.

In addition, read Why Japan is Special.

Five Years In and Still Going Strong

Well, well. Today is my bloggy-bloggy-birthday. This little blog is FIVE years old today. It is merely a fluke of nature that the blog was birthed on Pi Day, but that always gives me something else to celebrate.

I deserve a parade, or something. That’s it – my very own float in the geek’s Pi Parade. Bring me my tiara and don’t forget a piece of pie!

What started as a rant about bad manners led to politics, of course. Duh. A year went by, and the blog got its sea-legs.. After two years, there were more readers, more commenters and I was venturing out to meet face to face some of the intertubez folks that were previously called “friends I haven’t met yet.” Year three showed even more growth, including the first picture of little ol’ me holding my favorite dessert. 2008 was my first CPAC, where I was indoctrinated in “The Rules” and met Erick the Giant Slayer and the neighbor I didn’t know I had. Then birthday number four rolled around. The blog was bursting at its seams with many friends, a few enemies (remember, Rule 4) and parsecs of snarkage. Just a few days after that celebration, I coined my favorite phrase of 2010, “Sometimes the stupidity of people just stupefies me.” During this past year, along with dishing out massive amounts of discontent on the powers that be and the media minions who lick their toes, I was also invited to join the blogging families of Potluck and PeachPundit. Happy, happy, happy – just spreading the joy, baby.

Pi, in and of itself, can make a political statement. Imagine these two having a discussion on the steps of the Wisconsin Capitol. There, I knew you’d get it. What a perfect illustration of the moronisphere of politics populated with your standard sleazy Democrats, standard sleazy Republicans, standard sleazy Independents, screaming Union goons, whining Presidents, scheming First Ladies, incompetent government officials. And I didn’t even mention Georgia, that bastion of gentility in government affairs. Sex, lobbyists, video tape. Oh wait, that was last session.

In searching for Pi-related party favors, I ran across this interesting cartoon where dinosaurs are discussing Pi Approximation Day at The World of Pi (no, it’s not a restaurant).

Oh, the horror! Pi approximation? Reducing the exactness of exquisite perfection to a mere approximation? Egad! That’s like saying a stick drawing is a suitable rendering of the Mona Lisa. What interested me the most is the what the T-Rex says in the last frame…“Failure is just success rounded down, my friend.”

If ever there was a motto for the Obama Legacy, that’s it. Bam. You’re welcome. I’m feeling very Maleficent today, so watch your step.

As always, I want to thank The Anchoress for providing the spark. See what you started?!?! 😉

UPDATE: I always knew that Albert Einstein was born today (how fittin’), but March 14 is also Truett Cathy’s birthday. (For you pesky non-natives, he is the inventor of my addiction, Chick-fil-A). He is 90 years young today. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha…now I have a reason to link to my favorite song.

UPDATE II: Instalanche! Thanks Professor Glenn for the birthday wishes. I was walking in the door of the PeachPundit Road Show when the ‘lanche hit, so I was a’schmoozin’ it up instead of sitting at home watching the sitemeter spin into the stratosphere. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

UPDATE III: And look! There was a Memorandum thread for little ol’ me, while I was a’schmoozin’, too! (Thanks Fausta!)

WI Businesses That Supported Gov. Walker Threatened

As predictable as death and taxes, we learn that Wisconsin businesses that supported Gov. Walker over the collective bargaining bill are being threatened. Doug Powers at Michelle Malkin has a copy of the letter, along with the perfect Animal House reference.

Mayor Carmine De Pasto: If you want this year’s homecoming parade in my town, you have to pay for it.

Dean Vernon Wormer: Carmine, I don’t think it’s right that you should extort money from the college.

Mayor Carmine De Pasto: Look, these parades you throw are very expensive. You using my police, my sanitation people, and my Oldsmobiles free of charge. So, if you mention extortion again, I’ll have your legs broken.


That’s all.

About That “New Civility”

You first. I’d just like to see it, hear it, just once, before you dissolve into a slobbering, enraged mass of quivering gibberish. Wait. Hold that thought; let me turn on my camera. Ok, now!

With Governor Scott Walker leading the way, the Wisconsin legislature is coming to its senses, without the AWOL cry-baby Dems.

The “New Civility” ensues.

Have cameras and videos ready, folks, because the “New Tone” approaches like a tsunami.

Now read this…

Elizabeth Scalia discusses how small things matter. We share the bond of being mothers of young men who sometimes surprise us with their depth and compassion in an increasing vulgar world. They are starting on their journeys of being great men you may never know. And that’s just the way they’d want it.

If you don’t read anything else today,

read this – Something Wicked This Way Comes. (h/t The Robot)

Prayers for Diamond Dawg Johnathan Taylor

Another tragedy strikes the UGA baseball team. Less than two years after the freak scooter accident that left Chance Veazey paralyzed from the waist down, we find ourselves lifting prayers for another Diamond Dawg with a spine injury.

Junior Johnathan Taylor, center fielder on the Bulldawg baseball team, was seriously injured in Sunday’s game against FSU at Foley Field. In the third inning, he collided with left fielder Zach Cone while both were running full-tilt toward a line drive. Cone eventually got up. Taylor did not.

J.T. - photo by David Manning

Taylor had surgery yesterday to stabilize his spine at St. Mary’s in Athens and will move to the Shepherd Center in Atlanta this week for further evaluation and rehabilitation.

A career .312 hitter, Taylor was batting .182 this season and started in 10 of the Bulldogs’ 11 games. He drove in the winning run Saturday with a seventh-inning sacrifice fly in Georgia’s 2-1 victory against No. 5 Florida State. Taylor was named to the Southeastern Conference’s Freshman Academic Honor Roll in 2009 and the UGA Athletic Director’s Honor Roll in 2010.

He is the son of Tandra and John Taylor.

Please be in prayer for this wonderful young man and his family during this trying time.

Once a Dawg, Always a Dawg.

BOLO – Marizela Perez

Have you seen University of Washington undergrad Marizela Perez? She is Michelle Malkin’s cousin and has been missing since Saturday afternoon.

I know Georgia is a long way from Seattle, but there’s always the chance that someone has seen her between here and there. Pray for this young lady’s safe return and especially for her frantic parents during this frightening time.

Birthday Festivities Continue Apace

Our Wee Highlander, who we now refer to as College Boy Who Needs a Shave, is home for his birthday.

Thanks to the economy, et al., he’s not getting the Mardi Gras parade he’s come to expect as in years past, but just a card and some cash. And his usual favorite chocolate cake.

Our College Girl, who we now refer to as Recent Graduate Without a Gig, should heed to the following two articles and realize that dear ol’ Mom is not as nutzo as she thinks when stressing the fact that yes, her current employment situation is less than ideal, and please keep the icky job you have while you look for another, better, job: (wow… that was a really bad sentence! Sorry Mrs. Wier!)

Long term unemployed now considered “the New Irish”

No unemployed need apply (I wonder if Moe would come and deliver this lecture over my kitchen table. I’ll even cook him dinner. And pie.)

Or, as our friend who graduated this week from US Army OCS at Ft. Benning said, “Embrace the suck.”

Things will get better the next few years, especially if we can get AmericaDestroyer-In-Chief out of office. Otherwise, well… try not to think about how bad it will get.

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