For the six of you that read this blog, I’ve been in Alabama for the last couple of months (you know, that place over there yonder where people talk funny…). So, here are a couple of the things I noticed that I missed while I was gone.
1. I am resigned to suffer through a slew of special elections.
I left for a few months to work in a special election. During my time away – and without asking for my advice – Barry Loudermilk, my personal choice for the 11th Congressional District, resigned his seat in the Georgia Senate in order to focus on his Congressional candidacy. No problem, unless you ask Majority Whip Ed Lindsey, who made it clear he would not abandon the people of his district.
Naturally, some were none too pleased with this announcement. Understandably so if you ask me, but also understandable Lindsey would make this statement. This is the nature of campaigns. Candidates contrast themselves from one another. Ergo, I can understand where Lindsey is coming from on this, especially considering he has a real challenge in this race to earn his spot. Loudermilk commands a strong following in a very significant part of the district (Bartow and Cherokee Counties), Pridemore hails from Cobb, and Barr has been in Congress before (even if his new hair color has not). Lindsey’s gotta do something, and as a consultant type, I’d suggest to him this is the best route.
That said, there’s not much else to fall back on. Okay, dude, so you won’t “abandon” your post. I’m not entirely sure why this makes you a better choice for me here in Cobb. I really don’t know what that means for folks up in Cherokee or Bartow, either. I do think people go a little deeper than that.
The campaign season is long and I’m sure that I didn’t really miss all that much here. I think the real fireworks might come with the fact that there are some differences among the candidates on issues and other stuff (like, ya know, running for President…as a Libertarian Party candidate). In the meantime, we have a slew of special elections coming up because of resignations and such.
2. “Hell No We Won’t Go!” says Karen Handel
My homeboys and homegirls in the Cobb County YRs hosted Karen Handel for the September meeting, and she made it pretty clear – she would not support U.S. intervention in Syria. She also expressed support for the Fair Tax, defunding Obamacare through the continuing resolutions, and a general conservative position.
However, if you asked some of the folks that saw her speak, they were less impressed. One such commenter on the event said “Better than nothing but let’s not give too much praise.” This commenter earlier had also called the Cobb YR chairman a Nazi for the audacious standard of using the Cobb YR page for informational purposes – also a joy that I didn’t have the opportunity to be a part of while I remained away.
I’m just gonna make this thing pretty damn clear – if your retort for someone giving you an answer you don’t like is to accuse them of being a murderer of 11 million people and generally the biggest piece of garbage in human history, it better be a retort to someone calling for the extermination of 11 million people. Otherwise, come up with something clever, sprinkled with some honesty and intellectualism, and you’ve got yourself a retort. Otherwise, shutup.
Yes, it’s that simple. I missed home.
It’s been just about 2.5 years since I moved to Georgia. In that time, I’ve done what I feel is a pretty good job integrating myself into a professional and social network, establishing my name (mostly good), and creating an environment for myself where I can function. Something I don’t really think I considered as much as I should have is that deeper, more meaningful relationships were forged with people I never knew existed prior to moving here.
I’ve come to realize that home is far more than an abstract concept. There are tangible, real bonds with people that you can fully experience. I missed laughing at the witty jokes of certain folks, or the genuine sense of accomplishment when working with clients. I really wanted the feeling of my dogs sitting on my lap and the tight embrace of my girlfriend’s hugs. Those are very, very real experiences that I simply don’t have when I’m not home…and Georgia’s home. No doubt about it.
That all stands against the backdrop of visiting my family in Wyoming a few months ago, too. I love the fact that I’m a Westerner. That rugged individualism we cherish out there will always be a large part of the person I define myself as. It’s not home anymore, though. I may be a Georgian by choice and not by birth, but that doesn’t make it any less real to me. In fact, I feel a sense of accomplishment knowing that the Peach State is where my strongest bonds have developed and continue to develop.
And that’s the way home should be.