Rejection and discrimination All right folks, fasten your seatbelts and make sure your tray tables are locked in an upright position, because I am well and truly miffed!
The folks behind possumblog have decided to reject my nomination of Lewis Grizard based on the mere fact that he happens to be 'vitality challenged' at the present time. This is an outrage that must not go unpunished! Metabolic rate discrimination should have vanished a long time ago, but here we see it is still perpetuated in our beloved South. We protested against aparthied in South Africa while practicing our own brand right here. After all, the dead represent a plurality if not an outright majority in the South, and deserve to be treated with the respect their numbers deserve. Instead, we see them being held down and excluded. It's enough to make you sick.
I tell you, we must act forcefully now to root out this prejudice and treat our dead with the same respect and reverence as our Yankee brothers. Hell, in Chicago, they revere their dead so much, they still let them vote! And here we are, denying Mr. Grizzard the chance to win an honer, merely because he hasn't drawn a breath for a couple of years. I've held my breath for as long as two minutes; I guess that means I can't run for President now.
I think it is time to mount a write-in campaign, and inundate Possumblog with letters demanding that the nomination of Lewis Grizzard be honored. If all six of my regular readers do this, I'm sure Terry will see the error of his ways.
Or at least get a good laugh out of it....
Posted by Rich at March 29, 2002 1:47 AMHe was the first person I met when I hit the Atlanta area after my tour of duty in '72. He had just returned from exile in Chicago, and I had just rented a really cheap kitchenette motel room close to the Co-eds at Emory.
We met at Manuel's Tavern just off Ponce de Leon Ave. where many of the old AJC staff would water.
We were laughing our butts off together within minutes. We both had a rather twisted, ironic view of the world.
As Lewis's responsibilities increased, and his health decreased, we now longer drank beer together.
But we stayed in touch.
"Three-Fingers Harry Dekalb, the well known Pediphile and child molester," was my creation. But Lewis took him to new heights as the founder of Dekalb County.
I am glad that I knew him; and regret that I will not read a new piece by him.
mungo
Posted by: Whiteford C. Mauldin on December 27, 2002 6:20 PM