Candid Politics

I’m thrilled to hear that some “candid” political talks took place Monday at the. 

Given that there were politicians present – I’m guessing the talks weren’t really that candid, but I could be wrong. Don’t let my inborn Generation-X political apathy diminish your fervor for local politics.  Go ye therefore into politics and do great things, by all means.

From what I understand, a few key "candid" topics were MARTA, Human Trafficking, a possible “Milton County” and a dysfunctional Fulton County. 

Now that, friends, is a mouthful. 

I was expecting more complaints from the town hall about plain old automobile trafficking down Abernathy Road and maybe even some griping about the Big Dumb Turtle Monoliths Sandy Springs has vomited up all over the place, but the city impressed me and went all-out on some very hot topics instead.

First of all; I had no idea MARTA still existed, so that’s exciting news.  MARTA serves two critical purposes; creating a good central location for muggings (they get far too spread out otherwise) and making you late to work.

I'm in favor of a simply because I have an Uncle "Milton" and he's fabulous.  Simple answer on that one.  At this rate I could be a politician easy.

Based on the brief news story I’m unclear if the human trafficking element is happening ON Marta or how the mythical Milton County proposes to legalize it, but as soon as they get all the details worked out I recommend we sell Edward Lindsey, Joe Wilkinson and Wendell Willard as a package deal to the State of Tennessee in exchange for water rights.  Why?  Tennessee needs more politicians to insulate us from Illinois and Georgia needs more drinking water.

Everybody wins.

“But they’re Republicans” you will surely wail. “YOU are a Republican!” Oh, I can hear you now. “Support your party!!” my longtime friend and neighbor, Suzi Voyles, will shriek into her email system.  Relax! That's not a jab at Republicans - its a jab at politicians; but yes, yes. Sure. Ok. You’re right.  Shame on me for not being more party-centric.

If Suzi calls in time to guilt me into voting  – I slice straight down the "R" column and run out of there before an old lady can cover my eyes with peach-shaped "I Voted" stickers, trapping me forever in the bog of eternal voter damnation. 

Fine. I admit it.

I like the letter “R” and you pretty much have to pick one or the other. 

Jimmy Ewing has lived in Sandy Springs for 25 years. He also has a blog at www.jimmyewing.blogspot.com.