We're Not Done Yet

If you happen to be one of my 30 regular readers and you happen to live in the state of Georgia (since my readership consists mostly of my mom and her friends, that probably leaves one or two of you), we're not done changing the world. Today is the big run-off election for the Georgia Senate race, among others, and I urge you to brave the cold and head to the polls one more time.

Okay, I admit I'm a die-hard Democrat, but I would argue that we have yet another opportunity to end partisanship for the sake of politics and choose governing for the sake of the people. I've had the opportunity to meet Jim Martin. He's a fiscal conservative. He's a straight talker and he's as sincere a politician as I've ever seen. He talks about voting for issues based on what's best for the country, not what's best for his party. You won't get that from Saxby Chambless.

It's been hard to separate fact from fiction in this particular Senate race. The ads -- on all sides, but especially the Republican's -- have been extraordinarily negative. Given the country's "throw the bums out" mentality, it shows you just how desperate and yet unbelievably old-school the Republicans are. The Martin campaign is the only one that has made any attempt to tell us about the candidate and what the candidate will do for our state and the country. All I know about Chambless is that he's against Martin.

There's nothing more I'd like to do on this cold Georgia day than hide under a warm blanket with a cup of hot chocolate. But if we really want change in Washington, we've got to put on our big girl panties and go exercise our civic duty. Let's turn this state blue and make history once again!

We're Not Done Yet

I Guess I'm a Grown Up Now

Some people say they don't feel fully grown up until they lose their parents. Some people feel it when they have kids. For me, it happened while I was standing in Hubby's clients' living room listening to one of the Georgia Democratic contenders for US Senate speak.

We were there primarily to score points with Hubby's clients, but we were both a tad curious. Neither of us had ever been to a political event, much less a local one. Until now, I'd never been interested in local politics.

Truth be told, as a native New Yorker, I've always felt like a foreigner down here in Atlanta. But I recently realized that I've lived here as long as I lived in New York and we have no plans to leave, well, ever. Suddenly I feel a newfound right to care about what happens here. Plus, I'm sick of writing emails to our current Senator, Saxby Shameless, about issues I care about and getting the same response every time:

Dear Mrs. S:

Thank you for contacting me regarding [insert name of bill here]. It's good to hear from you [aka, why are you wasting my staff's time?].

Here's some long-winded background on the bill you just wrote me about so I can show you that I know WAY more about this bill than you ever could. [insert two paragraphs of long-winded background].

Now let me tell you why your view is STUPID, mostly having to do with it being completely against the Republican party line [insert paragraph about Republican party line, usually having to do with not wanting to overburden Americans with taxes].

Usually this response is unsigned, unless you count the lovely offer to sign up for his newsletter.

He is evil and must be destroyed.

So anyway, we were standing in the clients' living room listening to this candidate speak and I mostly liked what he had to say. He talked about his background which includes extensive local government service including 18 years in the Georgia House of Representatives and a stint as head of the GA Department of Human Resources, where he had to overhaul the budget to control spending (nothing wrong with a fiscally conservative Democrat). He talked about traditional Democratic issues like ending the war in Iraq, improving the economy and arresting global warming. He talked about how people are looking for politicians to vote their conscience instead of their party line.

All of a sudden, I realized, "Hey, I understand what this guy is talking about. And I even have opinions about what he's saying."

Then someone asked a question -- a much older gentleman -- and I got what he asked too. And I even understood the answer.

Remember when you were a kid standing in a room full of grown ups and had no idea what they were talking about to the point that it sounded like that "WAH WAH WAH WAH" language that Charlie Brown's teacher spoke? It hit me that I now speak fluent grown-up talk.

I guess there's no turning back now.

I Guess I'm a Grown Up Now