Saturday, March 31, 2007

Saturday Stupids

Out all night with some good ol' boys drinking til the break of dawn" ~Charlie Gearheart

Friday, March 30, 2007

Georgia Blog Carnival

Blog for Democracy is hosting this week. A great list of links to stories and commentary with a southern tinge. Go check it out.

My Morning Wooten

I'm feeling particularly dyspeptic this morning. There will be no sparing of the scourge.
Get a Post-it Note for the refrigerator. Buy booze on Saturday. The disproportionate anger of those who want Sunday sales is an example of the “me-centered” universe. We’re angry about any rule or law that won’t let us park four vehicles in the driveway or that doesn’t let us buy booze when we want. Me, me, me.
How about conservative restraint? How about less government interference in personal lives? How about the conservative principle of the free market? Methinks the only selfish focus on the me here are so-called conservatives who want to mold all of society in their narrow image.

I hate connecting laws that connect fees and fines to a specific program, when it’s not a genuine user fee, such as those golfers pay to maintain public courses. Adding $200 to the fines imposed for driving more than 85 mph anywhere, or 75 mph on two-lane roads, is an example. It’s created to help fund a statewide trauma network. Henceforth, a shooter in Atlanta or a knifer in Savannah should be fined an extra $500. Or do we tax guns, knives, ladders and automobiles?
Can I have a beer with your pretzel logic? So, since in your narrow mind (see above) sees the connection between high speed on the interstates and trauma as tenous, extra revenue generated by this bill should go to what? The general fund where the pork can be spread around? Once again this is fiscal conservative philosophy?
The changing world, Part 1: President Bush quotes two Iraqi bloggers who wrote an op-ed in the Wall Street Journal on reasons for optimism
And ignores bloggers who have for months been writing about the hell on earth known as Bagdhad. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

I could go on but I just thew up in my coffee. A man has to know his limits.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

A Man Without A Party?

My original thought this morning was to rant about Peachcare, payday lending and private cities. Just for the record, I agree with cutting the Peachcare threshold (although Jon, Amy and others are changing my mind), agree with repealing the outlaw of payday lenders and agree with the creation of "private cities".

But instead I am sidetracked by a man named Mike Jacobs. Mr. Jacobs represents the 80th district of the Georgia House of Representatives. A district that stretches from the northern arc of I-285 to near Little Five Points (correction: Decaturguy's link to a map in the comments shows the district only extends as far south as Lavista Rd).

He first entered my radar at the beginning of this year's session by voting the walking foot in mouth Republican known as Glenn Richardson for Speaker of the House. It was a move that raised a few eyebrows in Democratic circles. As a non-partisan I shrugged it off as a not-unusual political maneuver to curry favor with the powers that be.

Then came the odd rumor that Jacobs planned to switch parties in '08. True, Jacobs bucked the party line on the vote for Richardson and he had called out people who praised the heinous John Eaves ad in the Fulton County Commission Chair race, but these two relatively minor blips lead to indications of party switch? We're not talking about a rural Democrat trying to survive in a district changed to predominantly Republican. Jacobs represents an inside the perimeter district that although not a Democratic stronghold certainly is not Cobb or Gwinnett County. A party switch would arguably hurt his re-election chances. Also, given his stance on social issues such as abortion and gay rights under what scenario would the Republicans welcome him into their loving arms. Talk about things that don't add up.

Now, Jacobs had apparently sinned in ways most vile as one of few Democrats who crossed lines to support both the Peachcare cut and the Payday lending bill. It should be somewhat understandable how this would cause pain among local activists as Jacobs has been active in the Young Democrats of Georgia and the group made its views on these issues quite clear.

Since, I agree with Rep. Jacobs on these issues, it's quite easy for me to be his defender. But if as Decaturguy says that the 80th is "generally fiscally conservative with a libertarian bent on social issues", can someone please explain to me how he is not representing his district? Instead, his votes are seen as opprotunistic to satisfy the crossover and moderate voters. And in an insidious corrollary, his votes on choice and LGBT issues are now viewed as craven tactics to gather cash.

Quite simply Jacobs is damned if he does, damned if he doesn't. The left's blood lust is so high he is viewed as a treasonous line jumper. The right is quiet but anyone with sense would see his social views would leave him shunned. And now, not unlike Joe Lieberman and the Iraq War, he has planted his flag on issues which will echo all the way into next year's Democractic primary.

Hell, the whole thing causes me to consider moving to the 80th just so I can vote for him. If he does jump to the Republicans? He will find no blame here, but there will be sympathy. For if it does occur, from my point of view he will be a man without a party.

P.S. I will be at my usual spot tonight around 7:00 if any Democrats would like to stop by and thump me in the head.

New News Service Link

After being scolded by Grayson, I'm adding BlogNetNews Georgia to the links.

I blame the internets. My inbox fills daily with crap promising me all kinds of new shiney toys. Now I look at everything askance. So I apologize Dave for not giving you the love earlier. The new site looks great and will become one of my daily reads.

Now back to working on the rant that's going to get me in a lot of trouble with my Democrat friends...

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

When New Media Goes Too Far

Justin TV.

There are limits. Right?

The PeachCare Debate

As I drifted off to sleep I pondered a lengthy piece about my feelings on PeachCare. Instead I direct you Peach Pulpit where Jon, Amy and I are already engaged in this discussion.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Crossover Day

It's crossover day! This is the last day for a bill to be passed by one of the houses of the Georgia General Assembly. If a bill does not pass today it is dead, dead, dead. And despite the fact that some think debate should be limited to save time, there is currently a guy singing a song from the speakers chair.

I'm not going to live blog the whole day but if something weird or funny happens, I'll update.

UPDATE: Peachcare being debated in the house at the moment. This is one of the big 'uns. It's also one of the things that gets me in trouble with Democrats. I have to give it to DuBose Porter though. He made a very passionate speech.

UPDATE II: I honestly missed who rose to speak against the Peachcare threshold but he stated that removing dental and vision could result in the death of children. Okay, I know about the case in Maryland where a child died of infection, a fairly aberrant case, but vision? Will we now get examples of children with blurry vision running aimlessly onto I-75? Just when you think the passions of this argument cannot be ratcheted up any further.

UPDATE III: "I don't have any cutesy jokes or stories to tell". God, Glenn Richardson is an ass. Now he is tying it to the Nancy Pelosi. Does this man have any political tact? And people seriously think he has a chance at the Governor's office? What a joke.

UPDATE IV: House Bill 340 passed. This lowers the threshold for Peachcare qualification to 200% of the federal poverty bill. It now goes to the Senate. I need lunch!

UPDATE V: The Ambassador from Germany is on the floor of the Senate. Weird.

UPDATE VI: Casey Cagle, "It's gonna be a late night so call your wives". Why do Republicans have such a hard time remembering there are also women senators?

UPDATE VII: Freshman Senator Bill Cowsert is being filleted over his SB 234. Suddenly, the Senate has a hazing feel. Will they bring out the paddles and will Senator Cowsert inquire, "Thank you sir may I have another?" Actually Cowsert is being a pretty good sport but the whole thing is a pretty bizarre.

UPDATE VIII: Some parlimentary weirdness is happening in the Senate and a Democrat is speaking harsh words given the Senate's usual decorum. I admit I honestly don't know what the hell is going on. And now another Democrat seems to be calling out the previous Democrat. This is getting fun! And I still don't know what the hell is going on...Oh, I see. It's an arcane move to bring Senate Bill 200 back off the table for a vote. Things are getting rather heated as some Democrats are seeing this as an underhanded move undercutting a deal to further study the bill...A Senator that I didn't catch his district, 'There's a red button and there's a green button but some are voting yellow".

UPDATE IX: Now David Adelman (D-42) is trying to revive his township bill from off the table. Methinks they should all get to the dinner table as it appears their brains have hit idle from hypoglycemia.

UPDATE X: Poker calls. Which is unfortunate because I really wanted to be around for the debates on SB43 and SB66. Then again, given the pace of the day, I might be back before they get to them. In the meantime, follow the action at Georgia Legislative Watch.

Happy Birthday To Me!

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Monday, March 26, 2007

Watering The Grassroots

Compensation for bloggers and other new media producers. Simply reading that statement will give some a severe case of the shudders. It's dangerous territory as evidenced by the Amanda Marcotte/Melissa McEwan/John Edwards affair and Wal-Mart committing the most egregious example of astroturfing to date.

Where is the line? It's out there but do we really know when we cross it? Sometimes it's fuzzy as in the case of Amanda Marcotte. Sometimes it's quite clear as in the case of Wal-Mart. And sometimes, we haven't even seen it yet as in the case of dealing with the traditional media.

Murray Grevious, MIS Manager for Creative Loafing, recently stopped by to discuss some of the issues facing the cautious courtship between new and old media. This exchange led to further discussion via email resulting in Murray asking me if I would pose a few questions to the new media community of Atlanta.

Ironically, in the simple act of asking, Murray forced me to search for the line myself. By doing free research for a traditional media outlet, would I become their tool? Am I really exploring issues in the new media world or acting as a front for an admittedly quirky but still corporate entity?

In the end, it is a judgment call and I believe the request is honest and forthwright. Part of the evidence being Murray allowing me to attribute the idea for this experiment directly to him. Also, I believe the issues are vital to continuing the conversation begun at Podcamp Atlanta and continued elsewhere. This is a Rubicon we must eventually cross, so let's all start wading together.

Let's not waste time and start with the big ones.

Should a blogger be paid for providing content to a traditional media outlet?

What about managing a traditional media outlet's blog or blogs?

What about commentors? Would it be acceptable for traditional media to provide occasional token of appreciation (movie tickets, gift certificates) to those that regularly keep the conversation going?

At what point is the line crossed and the new media persona is inexorably tangled by the corporate web?

Most importanly, what other dangers lurk? What other concerns should we as the new media have and what dangers do the old media not even see?

Get the conversation going, people! This is one time I guarantee they are listening.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Squat Toilet

I know Americans are at times viewed as provinicial and puritanical. But that thing there is a squat toilet. Ummmmmmmmm, no.

The Bullring

A Nextel Cup driver commenting on races at Bristol Motor Speedway: It's like flying a fighter jet inside a washing machine.

Batting A Thousand

Brit Hume on Fox News Sunday regarding the consensus on global warming.
Scientific consensus is what you talk about when you don't have scientific fact. The object of science is to establish fact. That is what the scientific method is all about.

NO. NO. A MILLION TIMES NO. Once again an old tactic rears its head. As with the evolution battles, those who oppose overwhelming scientific opinion attempt to obfuscate how science works in an effort to paint a picture of controversy and disagreement. Sort of like the need to be"fair and balanced" when it's obvious only one side contains the truth.

Brit, stick to journalism. Science is not about establishing facts. Science is about trying to understand the facts that exist. And no, hardly ever is there absolute agreement on what those facts mean. However, when a consensus of the scientific community agrees, it should carry a heavy weight.

It continues to amaze me that we as a society blithely watch as millions of dollars are paid to a ball player who fails 70% of the time yet if only 5% of the scientific community disagrees with a position, the veracity of the 95% is put to question.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Saturday Stupids

Note the wearing of jackets and long sleeves. This week? Shorts. Welcome to Atlanta in the springtime!

Forget Becks, Here's Bents!

Blackburn Rovers young midfielder David Bentley played a key role in all three goals, including scoring the first ever goal by an Englishman in the new Wembley, for England in an U-21 friendly with Italy. It's just a matter of time before the rising star is called up to the senior squad.

Friday, March 23, 2007

The Response

It's one of those of driving off a cliff moments. It's a statement you never expect so you never plan. Birth, marriage and even death carry stock responses stored in the brain for years in expectation they will one day be used. But even the most careful planner spends no time pondering what to say when a loved one tells you they have cancer.

It can come in the morning. It can come in the middle of the day. It can come at night. With no doubt, it will come when you are performing some mundane task which will suddenly have no significance. It can even come as you search for a particular restaurant that will satisfy a sudden craving for a particular type of pizza. Suddenly, the phone rings and you are hit with the most unexpected of utterances. Do you say good luck? Do you ask what you can do? Do you tamp down the sudden dread in order to say everything will be okay? If you are driving, do you pull to the side of the road? Do you stay strong because the person needs the support or do you simply begin to sob? As the surface areas of the brain struggle for the appropriate reaction, deep within, the internal voice whispers that no matter what you say, life has changed irrevocably.

Thoughts of a certain need for a specific type of pizza are immediately deleted from the queue and the most basic portions of the lizard brain sieze control of the body forcing it to attend to the need for sustenanace and nothing more. You find yourself robotically pulling into a drive through to order a pre-packaged meal of questionable value but infinite ease. The body knows food is a necessity but at this particular moment no longer a luxury to enjoy. It may have the taste of the cardboard of its packaging but it moves the body forward while the brain catches up.

Eventually, most people come around to one universal response. I'll be there as soon as I can.

Despite the cameras, the press gaggle, the harsh lights, the sputteringly inconsistent microphones, despite the differences in station of life, I was there with John and Elizabeth Edwards yesterday as they announced her cancer has returned. It is not hard for me to imagine the previous 24 hours. People often morbidly joke about the stages of grief but few understand cancer is the grief that arrives too early. There is despair. There is hope. There is the clinical analysis. There is the need to know exactly what is happening. There is the need to know exactly what is going to happen. Each on their own find the small corner of mind containing the mechanism of self-defense that allows the life to go on even when life seems impossible.

In the end all find hope. Even if it is the smallest whisper, we all put on the "brave face" and move forward. We face our family. We face our friends. In the case of public figures, we face the unwavering stare of the press.

I do not pray, but I do believe all souls are connected in ways we may never understand. Time and space hold no bounds to the power of human need.

I was not in Chapel Hill yesterday, but I was with John and Elizabeth Edwards.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

My Morning Wooten

Jim is a little upset that congressional democrats have grown some fangs.
Bush has not [sic] choice now but to fight. He faces two years of politics by subpoena. Feed the sharks now and they’ll be back tomorrow and the day after. Bush’s poll numbers are low — but when it comes to fighting Democrats in Congress, he’s on equal footing. This is a Congress and a party without an agenda — except to trash Bush and the war in Iraq. Ultimately, the country will reject that strategy and the party that pursues it.

I guess that whole Rovian theory of when you win, no matter the margin, you rule absolutely only goes one way, eh Jim?

Bum Rush The Castle!

Perhaps it was PodCamp. Perhaps it's the imminent doom of my radio station. Whatever the source of my animus, I feel the need to give a big eff you to the powers that be. To make one small primal scream in the cacophony of idiocy.

Want to join me? Using iTunes download "Mine Again" by Black Lab. Bloggers across the 'verse are using the song to demonstrate the collective power of the people still matters.

It's 99 cents and a few seconds for some decent music and the satisfied feeling of giving the finger to the man.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

The Future Of New Media?

Caution, discussion of vomit and a little profanity in the video. A new beginning? Perhaps.

Hey! I'm A Liberal!

Good round up on recent Georgia events by Dana Blankenhorn.

The jury may still be out on the liberal thing.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Media Counterpoint

Mel at Blog For Democracy provides somewhat of a counterpoint to my Media Euthanasia piece.

The conventional wisdom in the local blogoshere seems to be that the MSM, or at least the local MSM, just doesn't get it when it comes to new media or, if you prefer, web 2.0. While I can't completely disagree, I'm pretty sure this condition is temporary. Big media has never lacked the resources to make major leaps in technology (when needed or mandated), they've only occasionally lacked the will. I think this is about to change.

I do not necessarily disagree with some of her arguments. In the video and audio arenas, big media certainly have the technology and money to swoop in and produce "higher quality" product. Not so with writing. Although I think there is a place for the professional journalist class and you cannot ignore their training, you can't simply pour money in and create a well written piece. Then again, some in the new media believe "print" in all forms may be a dying form. I certainly hope not.

Monday, March 19, 2007

My Morning Wooten

Who loves some Jim Wooten? Me loves me some Jim Wooten. He's pure blogger gold.
Did I miss something? Don’t U.S. attorneys serve at the pleasure of the President? They do. Democrats and their media allies are determined to find great scandal in the removal of 8 U.S. attorneys by the administration. The administration was dissatisfied with their performance and they were removed.

Yes, Jim, you missed something. Although past Presidents have certainly removed U.S. Attorneys, it usually occurs at the beginning of an administration with wholesale house cleaning to allow payback and patronage. Not exactly the most noble act but at least the politics is fairly transparent. What you are missing in this story is the attorneys were dismissed late in an administration, a very rare occurrence, and evidence indicates that all were not fired for performance. What you are also missing or should I say ignoring is Alberto Gonzales misled congress regarding the reasons for the dismissals. Once again in previous administrations, this typical act of political obfuscation would have been hardly noticed. But an administration shown to be filled with serial liars who arrogantly hide the truth and then bristle at any question of integrity, it is certainly going to perk some ears.

You know, Jim. Most journalists ask "did I miss something". Fortunately, most answer the question themselves prior to publication instead of using it as a set up to vomit forth yet another talking point.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Georgia Politics Podcast Episode 11

Go download the latest Georgia Politics Podcast to hear discussion on the hot Georgia issues of the day!

And I swear I wasn't sitting in the bathroom during the recording.

Something New

You may notice a new feature over to the left titled "Georgia Voices". This is a blog widget a friend and I are developing. I am conducting the initial beta test myself so you may experience some funky things over the next few days. Right now occasionally you will get an IE cannot load error. Simply hit refresh and the blog should load.

Eventually once we are satisfied the widget and it's accompanying user interface are stable both will be available for all. Look for that announcement in the near future!

Media Euthanasia

Reporting from PodCamp Atlanta.

A difficult question. If an animal is wounded do you attempt to assist it or do you shoot it? Depending on region, background and culture, you may receive two equally passionate and two equally valid answers. Me? I would certainly attend a wounded animal yet the decision to put it out its misery would be quick and with no regret.

In my city of Atlanta and in many other cities across the land, we are witnessing the pained throes of animals on the edge of extinction. Television stations pay huge sums of money to talking hair-dos and nobody tunes in. Print media continues to huddle in the smallest corner of the online world, wringing ink stained hands over staggering drops in circulation. Money pours forth from the wounds of a thousand cuts. Some self-inflicted. Some not.

The situation presents a tortured dichotomy for "new media" warriors. The easy response is to engage in a form of schadenfreude reveling in glee at the misery of the dinosaurs. Yet, though many will vehemently deny the alternate emotion, the vanguard of this new culture desires acceptance by the brick and mortar establishment. The one chit old media clings to viciously is legitimacy. Like children free in the world for the first time, bloggers, vloggers and podcasters simultaneously take a rebellious stance while craving the parent's acceptance of their position as an equal.

At Podcamp Atlanta, Creative Loafing MIS Manager Murray Grevious may have revealed how wide the rift has grown and how little hope there is to save the dying beasts. He states matter of factly that collaboration between traditional print and new media can never happen due to the constraints of the editorial process. In his opinion, the newsroom simply will not give up control of the filtration and vetting system to become more immediate, reactive and interactive.

It's a fair point and knotty problem. Legitimacy is garnered from the seeds of trust. Editorial control remains the greatest advantage and most onerous burden of the traditional media. Too many in the new media, bloggers in particular, practice shotgun methods of reporting where every bit of a story is thrown against the wall to see what sticks. They peddle in rumor, innuendo and would not admit the concept of retraction or correction exists. Traditional editorial process prevents most of these sins although a few do get through. When the process breaks down, most notably in the Jayson Blair saga, the reaction is instant and harsh.

The trade off for this comfort of accuracy is an insular world with little or no connection to the audience. A world where both a reporter and a blogger can spend three hours in a federal appeals court yet the reporter is limited to a few paragraphs on page three of the metro section while the blogger is free to write a feature length piece. A world where a story garnering national attention is ignored to discuss water buffalo. A world where a sunday feature deals with such "cutting edge" technology as text messaging.

The question has to be asked, if a company as agile and forward thinking as Creative Loafing (please note none of the above linked stories were published by the Loaf) believes it cannot adjust to the new world, is there any hope at all for the true behemoths? I believe the answer is probably not. The only conclusion that can be reached is it is time to stop assisting the wounded animals and instead fetch the shotgun.

Photo courtesy of Mike Schinkel

Songs In My Head

Friday, March 16, 2007


Capt. Elijah Tillman. Army of Northern Virginia, 1862-1863. Wounded at Antietam. Georgia Militia Cavalry, 1863-1865. He was also my great-great-great-great-grandfather.

There. Now that the need to justify my credentials is out of the way, let the hate begin.

How should an ignorant stumpjumper respond to African American leaders calling for the state to apologize for slavery? Propose naming an entire month "Confederate Heritage Month". For those of you who don't dabble in good ol' fashioned southern racial politics, it's also a subtle swipe at February's "Black History Month". Don't believe me? Ask any of these "heritage" pukes what they think about Black History Month and you will get a response along the lines of "why do they get a special month and we git nuthin!"

Here's the bottom line. You lost. Not once but twice.

The first loss should be familiar. In a whirlwind of blood, over 500,000 Americans lost their lives. Entire regions were scourged for generations. The country penanced its sin of human bondage in a crucible of lead and fire.

The second loss is hardly reported. Despite the lingering taint of the conflict spawning lynchings and Jim Crow, both sides generally recognized the bravery of the individual combatants. Then, in the tumultous back rooms of the 50s, not discussed in the Leave It To Beaver fantasyland of some, things changed.

Legislatures began adding the Confederate battle flag to state banners. "Heritage" groups began concerning themselves less with preserving cemetaries and battlefields and began meddling in racial politics. Organizations like the Sons of Confederate Veterans became hideouts for thinly veiled night riders who believed white sheets served purposes other than covering beds.

As the noted southern historian Shelby Foote once commented regarding his resigning from the Sons, "we had an opportunity to fight for the symbols of our past. The symbols we honor. But instead we stood by and did nothing as people filled with hate stole our most precious items. They no longer belong to us."

I do honor my ancestor. Although the prism of modern thinking allows me to embrace the guilt that he was definitely wrong, there is a part of me which understands his need to sacrifice for what he believed was right. A thousand miles from his south Georgia home, in the rolling hills of Maryland, he shed blood for that belief. Despite the sin of this cause, the giving should still be honored.

However, due to the tacit compliance of a prior generation of the "good people of the south" in allowing the race peddlers to overwhelm all else, a complicity continued by peckerwoods like Sen. Jeff Mullis, the honor seems distant and all I am left with is the taint.

The Hate

I find I have much hate in my heart this morning. Shortly, I will attempt to purge the blackness and I think I have found a prime target.

I'm Sleeping In

Two weeks with too much stuff.

Tomorrow. Podcamp.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

On The Road Again

Yeah, yeah, I know. I've been on the road more than anything lately. I blame the legislature for not keeping me distracted.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Alcohol Bill Out Of Committee

The bill to allow Sunday alcohol sales has passed out of the Senate committee.

There's still hope for my prediction to be right and Decaturguy's to be wrong. Heh.

Songs In My Head

Monday, March 12, 2007

Top Ten Funny Florida Bills

With the Georgia Legislature on break, let's look to Florida.

The State of Sunshine has a top ten list of this year's funniest bills.

My favorite? The Pants Bill.
This bill provides penalties for students who expose their underwear “in a manner that exposes or exhibits one’s covered or uncovered sexual organs in a vulgar and indecent manner” on school grounds.

Son, you better pull up those pants or the law'll gitcha!

Got A Problem? Use Roach Killer!

Garbage. Boric acid. A woman with no teeth. Curiousity piqued? Follow link.

Savannah woman accused of throwing boric acid on neighbor.

That fancy reporter man should really get out more. Don't he know that 'necks have special digestive tracts capable of processing everything from dirt to motor oil? Heck, I think I'm gonna go graze in the back yard right now.

h/t: Dizzy girl.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Saturday Stupids

"Still dumb after all these years"

Friday, March 09, 2007


Departure Durham, NC

Time to head home. Hollywood git the front yard bar ready.

Politics will resume next week.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Departure Alexandria, Va.

Destination Durham, NC.

See you tonight.

My Morning Wooten

As usual only the nasty liberals are to blame.
it’s been from the start a tale of insider politics in Washington, with, one band of power players (the anti-war, anti-Bush/Cheney wing) out to get another.

Nevermind the initial leak was an effort to discredit Joe Wilson's African trip as a junket arranged by his wife. Nevermind the ongoing campaign by the right to paint independent counsel Fitzgerald as a modern day Torquemada. It's obviously all about irrational, wild eyed Bush hatred. Obviously.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Arrival Alexandria, Va.

I've had all I can take of this God forsaken white wildenerness! I need sunshine again!

Departure Atlantic City, NJ.

Snow. I fear snow. Before I was 18 years old I had only seen snow twice. As I look at my window now I see large wet flakes. Accumulation is supposed to be 2 inches and the roads are apparently okay so I am heading out. Today may be more stressful than yesterday.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

One Funny Poker Story

Now that I've had a few beers and can think a little clearly, here's one quick anecdote.

griftdrift's turn to bet.

griftdrift: $2,000 (tosses two $1000 chips in)

New Jersey guy: Dealer, he only said a thousand.

griftdrift: No, I said two thousand.

New Jersey guy: I swear I heard you say a thousand.

griftdrift: No problem but I really did say two. You might have guessed from the way I talk I'm not from around here.

New Jersey guy: No kidding.

Poker Report

Buyin: $500. Entrants: 535. griftdrift finish: Somewhere around 175.

After six hours of pretty intense poker I am too tired to write much more. I will say I don't think I had my A game today. Towards the end I built up a big enough chip stack to probably go much deeper but I got sloppy on a couple of hands and it cost me.

Final hand. I got into a confrontation with the big stack. After a couple of pre-flop bets, we both go all in. I flip over my Q-Q. He flips over A-A. I didn't improve and was out.

It was worth it but I wish I had played better. No more poker. I'm burned out for the moment. I'm hauling ass back to D.C. in the morning. They are expecting snowfall up here in the evening and my south Georgia butt is getting the hell out of dodge.

What The Hell Am I Doing Here?

It's cold. I check the weather in Atlanta and see the high today will be 65 degrees. I sit in southern New Jersey where it is currently about 20 degrees and snow is expected tomorrow.

Even the most hardened traveller eventually gets homesick. It is a distinct possibility that when the first white flake falls this southern boy will scamper home like a panicked rabbit.

So why would I sit in a cheap hotel with spotty internet coverage suffering the last gasps of winter? Poker, of course. It's the need to make one more run at the big pay day. Test the skills against the sharks and the donkeys. Based on what I saw yesterday, I doubt I will be disappointed.

Due to the skills of my navigator, Sancho Panza, I arrived at the boardwalk city well before the start of the first tournament. Even though I did not feel mentally prepared after a three hour drive, I planned on playing the first day. To my dismay, the registration area contained a line looping back on itself like an mobius strip. We patiently stood in line until a gentlemen with a distinct accent my ancestors may have never known announced tournament officials had cut off at 940 and everyone else in line were alternates.

Given my mental state, I had no desire to wait several hours just to get a seat. The decision was made to hit the casino for a few hours and then come back for some single table tournaments. Four hours and a few dollars later, we wandered back into the registration area. I knew the situation was grim when I spotted a loud man berating a tournament official.

"Still no single tables", I asked.

"No, we still have people in [the main event room] and downstairs. We had trouble starting the 4:00 event", she replied.

I asked how many they had in the main event and she responded "over 1100". To give some perspective, the main event of the World Series of Poker only crossed the 1000 barrier a few years ago. I told the haggard lady it was okay and we would be back tomorrow.

So today I will play in my first event. It's the $500 day two main event. I'm not sure what to expect after yesterday. Certainly not 1000 entrants but probably several hundred. To go deep I will potentially have to play 10+ hours.

When I'm done, I will amble back here to my spotty internet site and report. Hopefully, much later in the day.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Welcome To Atlantic City, NJ!

Wi-fi is very spotty. Will update when possible.

Departure Alexandria, Va.

Off to Atlantic City. If I survive the DC rush hour. Be back tonight with a first day report.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Welcome To Alexandria, Va!

Nice drive. Until I got to D.C. of course. But these people don't scare me. You know why? I drive in Atlanta every day.

Departure Martinsville, Va.

Goodbye Martinsville. I doubt we will see each other in the future.

Today a leisurely drive up the Shenandoah Valley and then into the chaos of the D.C. area. See you this afternoon.

Sen. Johnson Answers Questions On Wilson Case

Senator Eric Johnson is graciously answering a few of my questions on the Genarlow Wilson case at Peach Pundit.

I still have hope for a full interview and will be making a second request.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Welcome To Martinsville, Va.!


I think I should have driven on to Roanoke! Thank god I brought beer with me cause I didn't see a single bar in town! But I did see some rusted out cars up the nearest hill so I feel sort of home.

A New Adventure Begins

I'm off on the road again! Heading north this time for a little gambling in Atlantic City. First stop, somewhere in NC / VA. Maybe Martinsville. I haven't completely made up my mind yet. See you this evening.

Great Moments In Presidential Speeches

At my little cabin in South Georgia, I do not have cable or satellite. One of my nightly highlights is David Letterman's "Great Moments In Presidential Speeches".

Friday, March 02, 2007

Liberals Are Naughty!

You always knew it was true.

Liberals are dirty, filthy and vulgar.

Much navel gazing to follow.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Be Very Careful, Sen. Johnson

Apparently on the Boortz show this morning Sen. Eric Johnson (R-Savannah) promised to send the talk show host a copy of the Genarlow Wilson "sex tape". Only one problem with that plan. It may violate federal child porn statutes.

Here is how Title reads:

Any person who—
(1) knowingly transports or ships in interstate or foreign commerce by any means including by computer or mails, any visual depiction, if—
(A) the producing of such visual depiction involves the use of a minor engaging in sexually explicit conduct; and
(B) such visual depiction is of such conduct

Perhaps some of our legal eagles can clarify, just hypothetically of course, if Senator Johnson did indeed send such a tape through the mail whether this statute is applicable.

In the meantime, I have another question. How the heck does a politician get his hands on a piece of evidence from a criminal matter?

Help A Blogger Out

Did anyone listen to Boortz this morning? I'm trying to confirm something. Email me at

More Boston Battiness

Ummm seriously. Can someone find the Boston PD something better to do?
The bomb squad shut down busy Devonshire Street after someone spotted a green box chained to a no parking sign....The box turned out to be some kind of traffic counting device and was completely harmless.

I understand caution, but...

A Curious Silence

The HPV bill continues to roil the state house. It also caused anger and recriminations at leading conservative blog Peach Pundit. Amid the most boring session in recent history, it is one of few items to create a stir. Yet, leading progressive blogs have been curiously silent. Why?

Something I rarely do. Total speculation. My instincts are telling me an old military maxim is coming into play. Never interfere with your enemy while they cut their own throat. My feeling is most progressives actually agree with the substance but would rather let the conservatives do the heavy lifting and suffer the internecine strife.

Speculation is fun.