Mayor
Robert Reichert Democrat 11446 96.14 % (pronounced RickHurt)
David E. Cousino Republican 459 3.860 %

City Council Ward 5 ,Post 3
Erick Erickson Republican 3242 100.0 %

Erick Erickson leads in his bid to dethrone his imaginary opponent for the Macon City Council Ward 5 Post 3 seat:

9:48p.m.
With 27 of 43 precincts reporting and the Bbib County computers frozen at 27:

Erick Erickson Republican 2629 100.0 %

http://www.co.bibb.ga.us/VotersAuto/ExternalVoters/ShowTotalResults.asp

The Governor suspiciously glanced at my eyes, mumbled something, turned toward the elevator, looked at one of his body guards, standing behind me and reached for the extended Telegraph. “Please autograph it to Cousin Vic?” The body guard, behind me whipped out a germ-free, black, felt-tipped pen and beat my Senior-Care Inc, smiley-faced pen to the Governor’s outstretched paw.

Mr. Perdue’s canine molars winced when he asked, , “Is that Vic, with a V?” I self consciously mumbled “Yes sir, V as in Victorious; that’s a copy of the Telegraph’s morning article on your Budget Proposal. ReverendDaddyRick is my reference…” It was written testimony and official before I could pick up the handkerchief, “To Cousin Vic, Sonny Perdue.” The white elevator doors closed before I could snap a camera pic and say thank you. I didn’t know whether to salute or go blind.

http://www.wga.org/subpage_member.aspx?id=2204

and tell CLmgmt “don’t come knocking on my door in MAC when the ATL water runs out.”

but how about the short story “Cousin Sonny Makes it Official?” Here are the first two paragraphs:

Wednesday 1/12/06

-i wish i could be carefree and wild
-but I got cat class and I got cat style
-Stray Cats: “Stray Cat Strut”

“Cousin Sonny makes it Official”
by Victor Jones

At approximately 10a.m. this overcast, foggy and chilly morning; Governor Sonny Perdue, with his entourage of body guards and handlers breezed by my right shoulder. I was standing near the elevator at the Georgia Sport’s Hall of Fame in Macon, Georgia. He was on his way up, I was on my way out.

The close proximity to a raw political tiger made me drop the sweat drenched handkerchief in my right hand and reach for the Telegraph in my left. Genealogical forces beyond my understanding compelled me to yell over two black and blue suited shoulders. “Governor Purdue, may I have your autograph?”
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it’s only 30 paragraphs long but it’s amazin how paragraphs get longer after the first 10. Bill Shipp invited me to brunch after he read this one, which inspired the Old Shoes at the Kennesaw Cracker Barrel short story, which inspired the, well i’m on strike for now….

but maybe 2 paragraphs a day til y’all run out of water and-if-then we can renegotiate the tap water?

… pronounced “Gee Dork”?