Before the Republicans start celebratin’ too much, they better look at the dog they went hunting with. They should have been suspicious when a South Georgia Democrat named Sonny decided to jump the fence.
I still haven’t figured out the difference between one politician and another one. They all look and act alike to me, except during election time. Then one side courts the blacks, the liberals and the Jews, and the other side courts the Bible thumpers and the NRA crowd.
Once the election is over, we find out that what they said didn’t really matter anyway.
The winners on both sides get together, separate the "D’s" and the "R’s", and the one with the most "D’s" or "R’s" steals all of us blind til the next election, giving the other side just enough to keep their mouth shut.
What happened right after the election proves my point. Four so-called Democrat senators decide they’re Republicans after all, especially when the man with the "R" by his name wins. One of them uses the excuse that he is Sonny’s Ole Buddy from way back. Tom Murphy agrees. He says they’re all SOB’s.
Right now Tom’s a little bitter.
Well, Sonny has raised the flag, and now it looks like he’s gonna have to salute it. Which will make all of his South Georgia buddies happy.
Anybody up here in North Georgia ever been to Bonaire? That’s Sonny’s hometown, and their motto is still "Fergit Hell!"
So I guess we will have a referendum on the flag, which will bring every white redneck out of the dirt to prove just how brave his great-grandpappy was, and every camera-hungry black will come downtown to stir up funds for the next discrimination suit, boycott, or planned spontaneous riot.
And while they’re doing that, the rest of us, black and white, can march around the schoolhouse shouting, "We’re Number Fifty!"
Reuben "Hog" Wilder, Libertarian
Candidate, 2004
Ó2002 Dave Nelson