Time, Again, for the Wild Hog Supper

© Dr. Gary D. Lemmons, January 13, 2007

Tonight, if I continue to improve from the viral infection that has ravished my lungs for the past 10 days, I will attend the 46^th Annual Wild Hog Supper in Atlanta. 

For almost five decades, this event has been the prelude to the opening of the General Assembly, which, unless Deity intervenes, will happen on Monday.

Hopefully, I will get to visit with and “yell” at my good friend, Jim Wooten, of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.   I say, "yell", not because Jim and I are so close on so many issues and yet so apart on others.  Rather, I say "yell" because the depot where the supper is held is so loud with the noise of the supper goers! 

As for Jim and I,  the point is that we both love this country and this state, and, when all is said and done, each or both of us would sink into oblivion to protect our great nation and the people of Georgia we love so dear.

Come Monday, the Georgia General Assembly will be in session under the Gold Dome.  I give these folks a lot of grief.  I call them names.  I point out their shortcomings (the sum of which is great), and I would not vote for the re-election of any, but perhaps the first-termers.

Yet, I realize that, good or bad, idiot or fool, crook or straight, they are the choices of the people of our state.  They have run the races, paid the price, and kissed the a**es necessary to have arrived at the office to which they have been elected.

Whatever they do to us, we have no one but ourselves to blame.

Some of you may wonder why I rant and rave. 

The fact of the matter is that my sun of life is fast setting.   Short of some catastrophic idiocy that could be effected by the General Assembly, there is little they can really do to harm my way of life before the cool purple haze of eternity sets in for me.

It is for my children and grandchildren that rail.  If I can lash out at the stupidity of government, if I can encourage, by my rancor, the improvement of the bureaucratic morass, then I feel that my efforts have been for something of value.