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Georgia update (still down here plugging away)

I finally saw a confederate flag.  This is notable for two reasons.  First it took nearly three whole days.  That's significant because I see a confederate flag every three or four days in Kansas.  How the hell are our wanna-be-rednecks more obnoxious than the real deal?  Secondly, the flag was on a car driven by a girl in her mid twenties wearing a cracker barrel uniform.  Of all the country boys in pick-up trucks and camouflage that I've seen, how the fuck does some girl that wasn't even alive during the Reagan administration still rep this backwards shit?  

Okay, other notes:

In case you didn't know, country music is horrible.  It's on everywhere down here.  It's not even some Garth Brooks shit I might have heard before.  It's just random shit about trucks and getting drunk over acoustic guitar.  I actually heard one end with"...I love my gun, I love my family..." yes this motherfucker put his gun before his family, "and if anyone wants to change that, they have to go through me."  You see, that's the kind of chauvinism that makes me hate people.  We can grow, guys.  It is possible and the first step is to find some music that doesn't suck.

What doesn't suck is that all these motherfuckers are hella friendly.  It's almost disconcerting how friendly they are.  They chat.  They smile and they give hearty handshakes... I kinda like em.  I'm still thinking something super racist is going to happen to me as soon as I let my guard down but until then, I think I will try my hand at also being friendly.  Let's hope it isn't a set up for a racial sucker punch. 

Also, all these motherfuckers are overweight.  About 90% of the people I've me could stand to lose 50 pounds. It's like Paula Deen is working in every restaurant and she has a secret plot to spread heart disease.  
The weather?  It's hot, but not that hot.  I wouldn't want to pick cotton in this shit but I wore khakis and a polo all day and didn't die.  Of course, I wouldn't want to pick cotton anywhere and I look good in a Polo.

The local news is awkward.  I watched the news and I'm not sure if racism isn't hiding in plain site.  Every Black man on TV down here is a criminal and damn if it ain't a lot of them.  Apparently people in Atlanta think the movie "The Purge" is supposed to happen every night from 10-2.  In my brief drive through downtown Atlanta the place looked really nice.  Apparently the bad parts are equally screwed up.  As far as the news, not only are there no young Black reporters, there are plenty of 65+ White men and 30 something Black women.  It's almost as if the patriarchal White man is a way of life down here and the Black women are strictly for viewer consumption.  I kinda want the Black women to be there to liven up the news but they are usually as dry as the old White guys.  Also, there is a notable lack of chemistry on the news desk.  I'm not sure I've heard anyone laugh yet.  I guess that's to be expected with all the crime and horrible traffic.

Speaking of sistas, Outside of Atlanta where are all the older Black women?  I've seen one Black woman over 40 in three days and I go out to eat for lunch and dinner every day.  Do they all stay at home or did they all move to Atlanta?  (Reminder, I'm not in the A, I'm 90 miles north in purgatory.)

Lastly, on a non-Georgia note, all bathroom mirrors should be 8 feet wide and well lit.  Why is it that I look so good in these damn mirrors?  Like, even when I'm brushing my teeth in my boxers I look up and go "Damn I'm hot."

Alright, I got one more day left here so I better get some rest.  I'm supposed to hit up the rocking good times at Applebee's tomorrow.  Apparently its karaoke night.  I'm sure that will be as lame as it sounds but it won't stop me from getting drunk and we learned from last post, business travel is means drinking time.

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