The Annette Kesting Story
Is Annette Kesting her own promoter?
Ms. Kesting is the first African American elected to the Cobb County Board of Commissioners. She came into the news recently as reports emerged about a speech she gave in a church. I suspect she was the one bringing this speech to the attention of the press.
In her February 17 speech at Pleasant Grove Missionary Baptist Church, she said some things.
“I love my enemies. I pray every day with my enemies because I have to go up on the third floor and work with white women,” “”You would be amazed seeing the people I work with at the county. They are not Christian people”
A few years ago, my representative in the State Legislature was a lady named Cathy Steinberg. During a heated moment on the floor, one of the other legislators described her as
“An acknowledged non christian”
I don’t think it as intended as a compliment in either case.
Back to Ms. Kesting. After the speech got some attention, some comments were made about Ms. Kesting’s problems with taxes and her performance as a landlady. For the most part, after her fifteen minutes were over, most observers went back to the death and taxes realities of everyday life, and forgot about the commission lady.
At this point, Ms. Kesting had a press conference. Why, you might ask, did she hold a press conference when most people had forgotten about her? That may be a question which provides its own answer.
The press conference is a hoot. Neal Boortz put a link to the video at his website, and crashed the server that was carrying the link.
The MDJ link requires a flash player, which not everybody has on his or her computer. Not to worry, there is now the Annette Kesting you tube channel.
Yes, the same press conference is available on youtube, apparently placed there by Annette Kesting. This is a different video from the MDJ, and the camera operator apparently did not use a tripod. Do not watch this with a full stomach.
The video is not complimentary to Ms.Kesting. She gives the impression of being a poorly educated woman. One wonders why she is going to this much trouble to let people see her behaving in a foolish manner.
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Kesting- Keating, Questing, Jesting, Besting, Testing, Casting, Resting, Nesting, Vesting, Kissing
APWB


The APWBWGTTD website is back. YAYYYY!
The unwieldy acronym is Atlanta People with Blogs who get together to Drink.
This refers to the eponymous event, where the Bloggers (and anyone else who cares to join) meet at a local facility and contribute to the prosperity of a server.
I have only been to one of these. It was last September, in a Barbeque jernt near little five points. The crowd is a good bit younger and more hetero than this reporter, but they didn’t seem to mind my hanging in the shadows and listening.
There was a gathering at the Rusty Nail on Buford Hiway, but I had a headache that night I didn’t feel up to it.
There are lots of people who added to the old site, who I suspect never made it to an in person get together. I think that is common for these computer groups that attempt meeting in public. A lot of people just get along better with a keyboard/mouse than a real human being. The technology that was supposed to connect is frequently having the opposite effect.
The old site was a delight, and the new site shows every sign of being the same. The latest post from a collection of (mostly) local blogs is added to the brew, in the order that the feed arrives. This can cause some amusing arrangements. My first post of 2008 was about a college in North Michigan who annually presents a list of words that are overused and tacky. I was stumped for something to say, and printed this unbearably trivial item to break the block. The next post was a lady modeling a ring, as a way of announcing her engagement.
APWB…as the shortcut is abbreviated…allows me to follow a collection of local blogs with one click. MP3 downloads, political rants, the adventures of a mother with very young children were regular features. It was a daily stop before, and probably will be again.
I hope this is a technicality, but I am a retired drunk. I try not to be obnoxious about it (this post notwithstanding), but I have found that life without alcohol is a lot simpler. I would hope that this is not a serious issue, but if it is then so be it.
The sound in Alabama


There is this Neil Young show, performed in San Francisco in 1978. And no, I don’t know which Neil is uglier, Boortz or Young. Its a good thing Diamond ( Jewish Elvis) is handsome,and can write.
There have always been mixed feelings about Neil Young. In 1972, after “Goldrush” and CSNY, his album was greatly anticipated. I got “Harvest” the first chance I got, and thought that it sucked. A few more albums came out, some better than others. It did not help that some hipsters thought that Mr. Young walked on water.
Then one night in 1978, I went by a house, and was told to drive to the radio station immediately. Mr. Young had a show at the Omni that night, it was far from sold out, and there was a man with a shoebox of tickets in the radio station parking lot. Never mind that the seats were in Alabama, I was in the same room as Neil Young.
And he was great.
He had these huge comic book speakers, and these guys in star wars costumes that swarmed over the stage to adjust the equipment. He played VERY LOUD. Sometimes having seats in Alabama is a good thing.
There is something artificial about a studio arteest who cannot pull the weight onstage. Donna Summer comes to mind ( Easter Sunday 1978). The flip side is, a performer who pulls it off in front of an audience is real. That night at the Omni, Neil Young justified a lifetime of pretentious records.


Sometimes it really is better to give it away.
One of my hobbies is gathering stones. I believe there is even a line in the Bible about “ a time to gather stones together”.
Three years ago, I was out of work, and had plenty of time to gather stones. I also drove a beat up Buick, and could pile the pebbles in the trunk without a care. The shock absorbers did not appreciate this.
I built a stone circle and a pyramid, and had lots of rocks left over. Too slack to build flower beds, the drought gave me a good excuse not to persue that approach to stone usage.
The granite and sandstone looked good in the golden sunrise. Then, there was a message on the bulletin board about someone who wanted to build a medicine wheel.
I am fortunate to have a job, and not need to hustle these objects. To give them away freely, expecting nothing in return felt so good. I got my enjoyment when I brought them home. And I get more enjoyment when I give them away.
After my friend left, I took some newspapers up to a recycle box. I looked beside a tree that had fallen, and saw a piece of granite the size of a football. The collection is already starting to replenish.


Better Bitter Butter


“You go into these small towns in Pennsylvania and, like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothings replaced them…And they fell through the Clinton Administration, and the Bush Administration, and each successive administration has said that somehow these communities are gonna regenerate and they have not.
“And it’s not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.”
Unless you live under Iraq a rock, or have right wing ideas on permanent brain block, you have heard about that comment from BHO. Quite possibly, you have heard more than you appreciate, unless you are looking for a reason not to like BHO, unless you haven’t heard enough. Well, if you are in the first category, just scroll through the text and enjoy the pictures. If you are in the second group, you might not like what I am going to say. You can still like the pictures.
1- This was a secretly recorded speech made at a fundraiser. The fatcat party was in San Francisco, a factoid that delights the hate-O crowd. What sort of person donates to a campaign ( using possibly another person’s money), so he can go to the pig party and secretly record his comments? And then take the “snippet” and release it to the shocked internet.
2- My first reaction when I read this was that the smalltown folk have felt that way for a long long time. They loved guns and Jesus back when the factories and steelmills were wide open.
3- It is not just small town Pennsylvania that is “bitter”. ( Folks seem to have a special problem with the word bitter. One “consultant” was quoted as saying it would have been better if BHO had said frustrated.) ( I write this in Georgia, where the tea is sweet and the people are bitter) What about the guys that did a high five behind Jeremiah Wright when he screamed “G-d Damn America”? If anyone has a right to be bitter, it is the folks on the south side of Chicago, or any ghetto in America. And yes, they do cling to Jesus and Guns, as well as other nasty things.
4- It is not just America that is bitter and turning to religion. The people of Palestine and Iraq are in the same boat. They feel like forces are working against them, and they just might be right. They are turning to religion and violence as an answer to their anguish. They are being led down that wretched path by cynical clerics who exploit their unhappiness, and offer a solution through G-d. Of course these clerics seldom strap on a suicide vest, just like Jeremiah Wright does not live in a housing project.
5- This is not going to hurt BHO that much. The people who are upset are not going to support him anyway. A lot of people see the truth in what he says, and just might appreciate the fact that he was unslick enough to say something with a rough edge. He just might have known that Judas with a tape recorder was in the house.
6- Batter Better Bitter Botter Butter. The only vowel that doesn’t work in that progression is O.


Ten Thoughts about Driving
1- Find another way to show how bad you are. This is mostly a masculinity thing, but it just might apply to a few ladies.
Driving hard and fast is the easy way to prove your toughness. All you do is push the gas pedal. You don’t have to go to the gym, have lots of sex, or go into battle. Just drive fast, and with no concern for your neighbor.
2- Slow down. There is no need to go so fast. When you go somewhere, allow yourself enough time to get there. The faster you drive, the less reaction time you have in an emergency.
3- Stay far enough behind the car ahead of you to stop in an emergency. This will be less stressful for the person in front of you.
4- Pay attention to the road. This is where the cell phones become a problem. You should be focused on the road ahead of you, and not what your phone mate is telling you. Your minutes will be just as good when you get to your destination.
5- The three rules of the workplace apply here….show up, stay awake, and don’t kill anyone.
6- Keep your car in good condition. The tires and brakes are key items, but also keep the engine running smoothly.
7- Keep your temper. Driving while angry is a cause of many accidents, especially when combined with alcohol.
8- At the risk of saying the unthinkable, I don’t think a bit of alcohol is that terrible. Of course, when you drink your judgment of how high you are is distorted, so it is tough to tell when too much is too much. The law takes a much sterner view of this.
9- Use your turn signals.
10- Show concern for the well being of your neighbor. Use common sense.
Curley Larry Moe
Or so the story goes. I was in grammar school at the time, reading about it in Life Magazine.
After a while, I became an older child, and started making pictures. The pictures ( artwork is a dirty word) were backlit images made of sticker paper and tape. They were designed to be seen lit from behind, like stained glass.
Because I cannot draw, I am attracted to geometric shapes. And the patterns of op art found new life.
The first round of this was in Autumn 2005. I had moved earlier that year, and was having a tough time getting back into the routine of making stuff. I did a bunch of these images then, and put the designs away for a while. But not before I offended a Jesus Worship blogger by suggesting the G-d was a source of inspiration.
Late last year, I got the urge to do another geometric image. The beauty of these( some of them) is the ease of production. Just cut the materials into rectangles and put them on the film.
In the time between round one and round two, I had “learned” the “art” of photoshop image mischief. I manipulated the “297 Pasadena” image, and realized that there was potential for another image. After much experimenting, I settled on a concept, and translated it into a drawing that could be the base for an image.
Surely madness this way lies.
The first image went well, and I decided to try two more. The starting models for these were very different. One was an orderly scheme for a picture, the other was chaos. (When I write “chaos”, the program tries to auto finish “chamblee”)
The chaos image became a usable shot fairly quickly, and the ready to go picture took a lot of work. Finally, I finished all three, then had to wait two weeks for a sunny day to photograph them.
I still had not named them when I took pictures, and thought in terms of three person teams. Without a whole lot of thought I chose my role models.
1955


Once again, when I don’t have anything to say, there is an online quiz. Today, the subject is “What year do you belong in”?
Thanks to Homo Sweet Alabama and Shirley Heezgay for steering me onto this. When there is a contest for best blog name… the current titleholder is “Glitter for Brains“… you will both be considered.
HSA belongs in 1950, and SH should stay in 1988.
Since I have the time and inclination, I am going to repeat the quiz here, with my comments following.
What TV show are you most likely to veg out to? Family Ties, I Love Lucy, Mork & Mindy, The Brady Bunch, 90210
The only one of the five I have ever seen is I Love Lucy.
When you think of a classically beautiful woman, you would have to choose: Marilyn Monroe, Cheryl Tiegs, Cindy Crawford, Twiggy, Christy Brinkley
The only one I can see in my mind is Marilyn. On the blogthings home page, there is a picture of Albert Einstein. Mr. E was a boyfriend of Miss Monroe, according to Shelly Winters.
And the coolest guy: Dennis Hopper, John Travolta, Cary Grant, Brad Pitt, David Hasselhoff
You wind up going for the least offensive selection a lot in this quiz. I picked Dennis Hopper, and try to ignore “Blue Velvet”.
What is your pet cause? Fair Trade, Women’s rights, the environment, Peace, Hygiene
Hygiene? I once took a friend to a party, and was reprimanded by the host about his body odor.
As someone who came of age during Vietnam I would say Peace, even though I was late for that party.
Favorite Movie: The Godfather, Casablanca, Say Anything, The Graduate, Forrest Gump
I picked Casablanca. I am shocked, simply shocked, that a manipulative piece of drivel like Forrest Gump is on the list. I only saw part of The Godfather and The Graduate, although Dustin and Mrs. Robinson is on my yardsale video shelf, and I have every intention of seeing it. I have no idea what Say Anything is about.
What type of music do you prefer?: Swing, Alternative, Pop, Oldies, Classic Rock
This is another fuzzy choice. I am not sure what Alternative is, so I picked it. It sounds like something that Fundies would not like.
What’s your ideal first date?: Hanging out at the lastest dance club, all dressed up, skipping the date and going straight to the hookup, dinner and a movie-dutch, taking off to a rock festival, sharing a milkshake and fries at a diner.
I think that is a typo in the first choice. As out of it as I am, lastest may be the hip compliment of choice.
I opt for going DIRECTLY to the hook up.
You’re cruising down the coastal highway…what car are you driving? A bitchin’ Camaro, A classic Caddy, A convertible BMW, A new model VW Beetle, A sweet cherry red Mustang
Good Grief. Just as long as it doesn’t break down on the south side of town. I chose the Camaro, but pass on “bitchin'” as a modifier. It is rather unfair to mama dogs.
What is your favorite comfort food? Meatloaf, Pop Tarts, Mac N Cheese, Red Bull and Vodka, Fondue
I go through phases of missing mom. Bad. She made the best Meatloaf, and it has been 1988 since I ate any. I had knee surgery, and spent a couple of days at the house recovering. She made this meatloaf, which used dried onion soup.
Finally, how was this quiz? All that and a bag of chips, what a trip!, awesome, far out, a total blast.
I sure am glad that is the last question. All of those phrases are tiresome, with the exception of awesome. The use of awesome should be punishable by death.
I don’t remember which one I chose.
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heezgay- wheezy, wheezily, wheeze
mork- cork, dork, pork, fork, work, bork, york, mark, monk, more, mort
Tiegs- ties, tings, tiers
blogthings- playthings, somethings,underclothings, nothings, underthings
Travolta- Voltaire, gigavolt, megavolt, voltage, votaic
Hasselhoff- Tallahassee
Gump- ump, sump, rump, lump. dump, pump hump, dump,grump, gum, gimp, gulp,
Fundies- undies, funnies
camaro- calamari, amrgo, camacho, cameron,
You Belong in 1955 |
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Sunday Sales
The Georgia Legislature recently ended its annual session. First, make sure your wallet is OK.
Next, lets have a bit of sympathy for the alcohol users of the state. Once again, the lesterslature decided not to allow Retail sale of alcohol on Sunday.
Alcohol is a deadly, addictive drug. It kills people. It breaks up families. It makes people drive horribly.
But it is legal.
Alcohol users don’t have to buy their stuff from a criminal. Alcohol users will not have their property confiscated if hooch is found in their possession. Alcohol users don’t worry about losing their jobs because of drug testing.
But it is legal.
Alcohol users are druggies with special privileges. And now they are whining because they cannot go to the Likkasto on Sunday.
Aww, poor baby. Their poison is legal the rest of the time. Let them buy it on Saturday.
Maybe I need to disclose a few things here. I was raised in Dry DeKalb County, in a Southern Baptist household with very little drinking. When I was twenty I developed a taste for beer. Over the next fourteen years I drank my share, and a couple of other people’s share as well. On December 31, 1988, I drank my last beer. Sometimes I think it is the only thing I have gotten right.
There are all sorts of arguments for allowing Sunday Sales of alcohol. Some of them make sense.
As long as the war on drugs is going on, and alcohol is given an exemption, it is tough for this reporter to feel sympathy for legal druggies. They should be happy that their poison is legal, hide the car keys, and quit whining about buying it on Sunday.


Gasoline Surprise
Only buy or fill up your car or truck in the early morning when the ground temperature is still cold . Remember that all service stations have their storage tanks buried below ground. The colder the ground the more dense the gasoline. When it gets warmer gasoline expands. When you pump in the afternoon or in the evening….your gallon is not exactly a gallon. In the petroleum business, the specific gravity and the temperature of the gasoline plays an important role.
When you’re filling up do not squeeze the trigger of the nozzle to a fast mode. If you look you will see that the trigger has three (3)stages: low, middle, and high. You should be pumping on low speed, thereby minimizing the vapors that are created while you are pumping. All hoses at the pump have a vapor return. If you are pumping on the fast rate, some liquid that goes to your tank becomes vapor. Those vapors are being sucked up and back into the underground storage tank so you’re getting less fuel for your money.
Fill up when your gas tank is HALF FULL or HALF EMPTY. The more gas you have in your tank the less air is occupying the empty space. Gasoline evaporates faster than you might imagine. Gasoline storage tanks have an internal floating roof. This roof serves as zero clearance between the gas and the atmosphere, so it minimizes the evaporation.
If there is a gasoline truck pumping into the storage tanks when you stop , DO NOT fill up–most likely the gasoline is being stirred up as the gas is being delivered. You might pick up some of the dirt that normally settles on the bottom.
Every time you fill up the car, you can avoid putting more money into the coffers of Saudi Arabia . Just buy from gas companies that don’t import their oil from the Saudis.
Nothing is more frustrating than the feeling that every time I fill-up the tank, I am sending my money to people who are trying to kill me, my family, and my friends.
I thought it might be interesting for you to know which oil companies import Middle Eastern oil.
These companies import Middle Eastern oil:
Shell…………………….. . 205,742,000 barrels
Chevron/Texaco……… 144,332,000 barrels
Exxon/Mobil…………… 130,082,000 barrels
Marathon/Speedway… 117,740,000 barrels
Amoco……………………….62,231,000 barrels
Citgo gas is from Venezuela.
Here are some large companies that do not import Middle Eastern oil:
Sunoco………………0 barrels
Conoco………………0 barrels
Sinclair………………0 barrels ;
BP/Phillips………….0 barrels
Hess………………….0 barrels
ARC0…………………0 barrels
Protecting Aunt Bee
Here is a video of “Mookie” Sadr discussing events on Al Jazeera. The chat is in Arabic, and I don’t understand a word of it. Gestures and body “English” ( what a chauvinistic phrase) only tell so much.
But then, the more I read about Babylon, the less I know.
Abbas, formerly Iraqi Konfused Kid, supplied the link to the video. He is not impressed by Mr. Sadr.
Abbas is a source of much information about Babylon. Nor is he impressed by Mr. Maliki, the purported president of Iraq.
Mr. Maliki ordered an attack on various militias in South Iraq recently. Apparently he did not achieve the results he wanted. After the militias ignored his suggestion to surrender, someone…possibly Mr. Sadr…proposed another ceasefire. The fog of war has spread across eight time zones and has engulfed America.
The view of Babylon from the Iraqi Blogs is very different from the view from the radio whiners. The phrase “IslamoFascism” is not heard. The idea that we are in Iraq to kill Al Queda before they come to Mayberry to kill Aunt Bee and Opie seems very silly.
Spell Check Suggestions for this feature:
mookie– rookie, cookie, bookie
Jazeera- Gazetteer, peerage, Jeralee, Azerbaijan, steerage
Abbas- abba, abbeys, adabas.
Maliki- Malice, Malibu, malign
blogs- logs, slogs, clogs, flogs, bogs, blobs, blots, blows,
Opie-pie, odie, obie, opine,
sadr- sad
More Stories about Music
I decide to download it. It is rehearsal tapes from when they were preparing to go in the studio.
Husker Du means “do you remember” in Danish and Norwegian.
I saw them sometime in the eighties. I thought it was at the metroplex, but it might have been the 688. I say this because there is a list of shows they played, and the metroplex is not on there.
I saw a show at the Metroplex the next night, but I cannot remember who. The metroplex was a dark spooky building on Marietta street near the omni. The balcony was very dark, with everything painted black, and I tripped over a bench.
Funny how HD means “do you remember” and my memory is letting me down here.
688 was a different story. I saw a bunch of shows there, both as 688 and Rose’s Cantina. HD may have been the last show I saw before they closed. I was well into the work/sleep lifestyle that preoccupied my life after a certain point, and just didn’t make it out much anymore. A friend won tickets to the show or I wouldn’t have made it.
I didn’t get into the show very much. HD was a trio, with the later outed Bob Mould as the guitar g-d. For all of his musical skills, Mould is not much for onstage charisma. I had the feeling that if I had been more familiar with their music, I would have enjoyed it more. Some bands you can see without hearing their records and get into it right away, where others need a bit of familiarity.
The first and second times I saw Talking Heads were like night and day. The first time I won tickets, and didn’t know much about them. They were OK, but did not really impress. The second time I had played their second album enough to know all the songs, and thought the show was great. That was the night after I saw my neighbor do blackface drag at Club Sheba.
That first time, there were a bunch of security guys standing in front of the stage. They might have been needed in New York, but sleepy Atlanta was not the place. At some point in the evening, I was standing up, and raised my left arm and lifted a ceiling tile about half an inch out of its frame, and quickly put it back in. A rent a goon came by to tell me not to mess with the ceiling.
My friend and I were riding home on the bus, when a couple of black guys started talking trash to/about us. At the next stop, this rather large black man…who we knew…got on the bus and greeted us warmly.
It is a good story how I got the tickets to the first show. WREK FM was giving away tickets. I called the station, said I was a loyal listener, could I please be put on the guest list?
So, the download is over, and DSL is a gift. It is 1016 already, and I need to function in less than eight hours. That work/sleep lifestyle is a bitch.
Spell check suggestions for this feature:
metroplex- metropolis, metropolitan, retroflex, metronome, electroplate
cantina- catina, canting
mould- could, would, gould, mold, moued, mound,moult
Answering Letters
There is power involved in returning letters.
I wrote a bit yesterday about military service, the draft, and the War in Babylon. I sent Mike Gallagher an email about it, since it was a comment on his radio show that inspired the feature.
This morning I got to work a bit early, and checked my email before I got started. There was a message from Mr. Gallagher, which gently corrected me on something I said. (The man was born in 1960, not 1961). This is still too young to worry about Selective Service, but facts are facts.
And I felt a bit better as I started the day.
I have written four radio talkers over the past two years: Gallagher, Neal Boortz, Laura Ingraham, and Michael Medved. Gallagher is the only one to send a reply.
What is puzzling about this is the software that will send an automated answer to an email. It is not always necessary to send a detailed reply, but letting you know that the message was received and that someone will read it would be appreciated.
Before the War in Babylon started, I thought it was important to go on record in opposition. Once the fighting started, it would be a matter of supporting the troops, and I am going to do this. I will support the fighting men and women no matter how ill conceived and executed the battle plan is.
As an aside, I am happy to see these braves folks referred to as men and women. During the Vietnam disaster, there was a lot of “Back our Boys” talk, and that always annoyed me. If you go overseas and face death, you are a man (or woman).
Back to the letter I sent before the invasion. I sent a letter to my representatives in Washington to the effect that the impending invasion of Iraq was not a very good idea.
Zell Miller never sent a reply. Of course, my letter said, ” you were elected to represent me”, and Zig Zag Zell was appointed to fill the term of a Senator who died in office. The Senator…I believe his name was Tysinger…was a Republican, and yet the Democratic Governor of Georgia appointed the Democratic Zell Miller to finish his term. Mr. Miller showed his gratitude by giving the keynote address at the Republican Convention.
Saxby Chambliss sent a reply a few months later. He talked about how important the war was, and what wonderful progress was being made by the troops. I wonder if his staffer even read my letter.
Denise Majette was my representative in the House. She defeated the notorious Cynthia McKinney in November of 2002.
I got a three page letter from Ms. Majette. She said that she essentially agreed with me about the war, but that there was little that could be done about it at that time. She also said that it was important to support the troops once the fighting started.
For some reason, Ms. Majette ran for the Senate, and got badly beaten. Ms. McKinney regained her seat in Congress, to the embarrassment of many.
Cynthia McKinney is another person who does not answer my letters. The fact that I have never written her is not important.






































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