loudly-crying-faceYou can either listen up or not, Bernie or Bust people, but here’s the scoop from someone who at one time was sympathetic to your cause. I’ve been a supporter of Bernie Sanders for years. Not just some Johnny Come Lately who jumped on the bandwagon last year. I’ve been a proponent of his ideals because they are mine too. So naturally when he threw his hat in the ring, I was thrilled. Bumper sticker on car? Check. Donations to his campaign? Check. Phone calls for him? Check. etc… I watched him win some. I watched him lose some. When it was all said and done, he came up short. Do I think the DNC made it that much harder for him. Yes. Do I think that was the only reason he didn’t prevail? No.

Now here is the difference between you and me. I’ve been at this game for years. YEARS. You got involved last fall. Am I glad that someone finally spoke to you in terms that made you want to become a part of something? Absolutely. Do I think that because he lost that gives you the right to act like fucking children and try to disrupt a national convention to engage in your collective hissyfit? Absolutely not.

I’m beyond sick and tired of your whining about “I’m not voting for Hillary. She’s evil. Blah blah blah.” Or “I’m voting for Jill Stein or Gary Johnson or (fuck you if you do) Trump.” Any vote for anyone other than Hillary is allowing facism – real, honest to god facism, to waltz in and have it’s way with this country – and don’t you dare try to make the strawman’s argument with me that electing Hillary is the same thing. If you actually believe that for one second, you’re too damn dumb to vote, so don’t.

Now about your relationship with the Democratic Party. Again, this is the first time you’ve bothered to check us out. Things didn’t go your way? Tough shit. That’s life. You don’t like it? You have two options: 1. Take your ball and go home or 2. Do like Bernie and everyone else has said and you become the party. The way it’s structured, you can’t change it from the outside. Infiltrate. Take over. That’s how its going to happen. If you choose to take your ball and go home, well…all I can say is stay the fuck out of my way since we will now have to work that much harder to compensate for your tantrum.

If you choose to stay and fix it from the inside, good. I could use the help. I’ll see you at the next state committee meeting, which are always open to the public and absolutely free. In the meantime, turn your energy towards your local county committee. They could definitely use the help. Don’t have one in your county, well you’re in luck because I know just the people who can start you down that path to fix that…





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cocoaOn Tuesday I attended the 14th annual Georgia WAND Real State of the Union event.  As in years past, Jay Bookman, liberal columnist for the AJC and Janice Mathis, President of the National Council of Negro Women (NCNW) addressed the crowd with their take on the current “state” of our union.  Initially meant to be a counter to President George Bush’s annual address, this event has morphed into a progressive commentary on our nation.  Third in the lineup this year was co-director of Rise Up Georgia, Nelini Stamp.  

Ms Mathis began the evening with her dynamic and endearing commentary on women, in general, and women of color, specifically, and their roles in the theme of the evening, Solidarity.  She is a great speaker and  commentator.  She talked about the federal budget, released earlier in the day by President Obama, and reminded us that how we spend our money is a clear commentary on what we value.  Next up, Mr Bookman, regaled us with the clown car that is the GOP lineup for the presidential nomination this year.  As always, he pointed to the inconsistencies and outrageousness of the right and the difficulty and challenges facing the left.

So, imagine my surprise to learn that the greatest contribution I can make now, as a mid-50’s, white, straight, single woman, is to make hot cocoa and deliver it to activists camped out at Occupy events, overnight protests, and other activities. When asked what older white women can do to contribute, Ms Stamps said “you could bring us hot cocoa”. Apparently, that’s what solidarity means in 2016.  Never mind the lessons you’ve learned, the money you’ve parted with, the ideas you’ve promoted, the candidates you’ve helped, the fights you’ve fought.

I adore youthful exuberance and welcome it in all it’s sloppy idealism.  I was that young activist 50 years ago. As a child, as young as 6 or 7, at the hip of my very active mother, I learned about canvassing, phone banking, sticking labels and sealing envelopes – all before the digital age – with phone books, multiple phone lines, and stamps that had to licked.  In high school I staged a sit-in at our local school board for reasons I no longer recall – but I’m sure it was important! Also, my first foray into button-making.  In college I protested tuition increases in a battle against ultra-conservative Richard DeVoss (of Amway and the GOP takeover of Michigan); later I marched in Take Back the Night rallies; I held a job that advocated for culturally appropriate child welfare case management – which was quite radical in the 1980’s – so radical that President Reagan cut our program; and I chauffeured an unapologetic environmentalist  Congressional candidate around her district to community meetings and town halls.  I was a tiny fish in a very big pond but I believe I made a difference and helped further a progressive agenda.   It’s a marathon.  Later,  I helped form a progressive organization that help in Get-Out-The-Vote efforts in 2004, 2006, and 2008.  I give time and treasure to causes and candidates with whom I shared values and ideals. I registered voters, I wrote email blasts, I make buttons, I canvassed.

I often mention in passing that my Chanel #5, my cashmere sweaters, my snarkiness, or my impatience may get my “Progressive Card” pulled.  I’m not so worried about that now.  I think it’s time I turned it in.



WinefromCharlieKnock.Knock. Hello, is anyone out there?

In the wake of the Great Peach Pundit Blogger Breakup I felt the timing might be right to dust off my password and see if this thing still works.

It appears it does.


Just when you thought blogging had gotten dull, leave it to the son of master craftsman Daedalus, the creator of the Labyrinth to shake us all up. During the last five days I have watched the unraveling of one of the most informative, mature and active Georgia Political blogs, Peach Pundit. Late last week we got a tip something was amiss, then Icarus wrote this, which lead to speculation on Facebook, then a long series of posts, like this and this.   It’s been a riveting few days, filled with prominent members of the Georgia political blogging community going public regarding the split saying essentially “it’s not you, it’s me, really”.

Okay, riiiiiight.

In a nutshell it looks like Peach Pundits’ two daddie’s got a quickie Reno divorce, but just one of them got to keep all the cool friends. This divorce isn’t going to land the next cover of The National Enquirer or The Star, because sweet baby jesus on a breadstick no one wants to see Erick’s head photo shopped onto a Kardashian’s body.  That said, it’s still big news around this neck of the woods. Heck even I came to rely on those handy 7:30 am emails from Mike filled with wonk and a wee bit of snark.

As many others have said, and I agree, PP came a long way in tone and quality under the leadership of Icarus Pundit.  The new venture, Georgia Pol is very exciting. I wish Charlie well as Publisher and look forward to more of the smart writing and the ongoing discussions about policy. It was no surprise me that eventually just writing about policy wasn’t going to be good enough, so when he hung out his Policy Best shingle it was a logical step. As many others have remarked, many of us from very different points of view have found common ground with Charlie. Unlikely as it might seem, Charlie and I too have become friends, and yes, it involved wine, quite a lot of it.

While listening to GriftDrift last Friday, it was hard to not reflect on my early days of Blogging. He called it the Wild West, but I prefer to think of us as Pirates or Privateers, you know who you are- paid to publish some drivel of a press release.

Prior to 2002-2003 in order to be politically active you had to put pants on and actually leave your house. Once outside your choices of activities weren’t stellar.  You could attend a Meet-up (not to be confused with a “Do-Up”) or you might go to a local political party or candidates HQ to volunteer or for a truly terrifying experience attend a county parties monthly breakfast or business meeting.


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icon_flaming_mailDear Jess McIntoshVice President of Communications,

I am in receipt of your recent email, titled “Defunding Planned Parenthood”.

If I’m honest, normally I would have deleted this message bulk fashion a month from now since they’ve become so very tiresome, always the same one note, one tune. But in this case I decided to find out how you are planning to righteously stand with our sisters in the struggle.

I might have raised my fist a little at the thought.

Imagine my shock when all it turned out to be was yet another fundraising pitch for your organization. I felt like Ralphie and the Ovaltine decoder ring.

Disappointed and sad might cover it initially, but then the more I looked at the email, the insipid donation request, the completely insincere “solidarity” language, the ugly graphic, the stupid fake “forward” it all filled me such an unquenchable rage that I can’t concentrate on typing.

Raising money off  RWNJ sabotage and treachery directed at of one of the few places women and men can be helped in a nonjudgemental and compassionate manner, have you no shame!  All for the low price of $3.00, what are you Better Georgia?  Three dollars, is the stupidest amount of money ever. I remember the days when Emily’s List didn’t get out of bed for less than a $250.oo ask.

You realize that Planned Parenthood isn’t raising money off this situation. If anyone should be raising money of the nefarious antics of the extremists it would be them, right?

Go back to the drawing board ladies.

Well maybe not exactly the subtle tone of “shade” after all.




Four years later, City Hall still hasn’t announced winner of ambitious contest — or $25,000 prize

Barth says they organized a team and spent “hundreds and hundreds” of man-hours fine-tuning the 42-page proposal, which they turned in at deadline.

“We were trying to do so much with it and flesh out that idea to the greatest extent possible,” Barth says. A few months later, they were named one of three finalists for the $25,000 prize.

But around the summer of 2012, City Hall officials essentially stopped communicating about the urban farm. They still have not named a winner and have yet to give out the cash prize. The website that once housed information about the competition has been taken over by a Japanese-speaking manga fan. This past February, the three finalists asked the city for closure and for Reed to finally announce the winner. It went unanswered. The vacant lot still remains vacant.

Thanks to Creative Loafing for finally giving this story some coverage. Maybe the “news outlets” will pick it up now that you’ve done the legwork.