Topic: "How Now Broun Cow"(8)
Reynolds Plantation was designed not unlike the Del Webb monstrosities of Arizona; only those with lots of money need apply. The area in Eastern Georgia is, as one might expect, full of lakes, golf courses, and people who only vote for low taxes. The result being that the schools are the worst imaginable, and the inmates (sorry, Freudian slip) rarely experience either matriculation or parole. The official representative of the people, Congressman Paul Broun (R-GA) is proud of his "record" and sees little need to change things since all his "chillun" go to church on Sunday.
Speaking of church, Congressman Broun, who is a licensed physician (and if that doesn't say a mouthful about the status of healthcare in America?) was recently videotaped speaking to religious nuts in his own district stating that he had forsaken all of his medical training since Jesus and the Bible produced everything that medical science could provide. Frodo notes that said comments were made in a church in "his" district, and that references thereto in official public records are not otherwise available. Congressman Broun it seems is not willing to speak to the greater public in this regard.
Congressman Broun first came to Frodo's attention when he brought his "trophies" with him to Washington, and had each head, be it that of a deer, a mountain goat, a polar bear, a grey wolf, a grizzly bear, a lion, and you certainly get the message ad infinitum, all placed on the walls of "his" office on Capitol Hill. Death, seemingly, is something that this firebrand opponent of "Obamacare" seems to accept, at any cost to the taxpayers who ingloriously support his New Testament utterances and his rejection of science.
Hope, and change, are words that are sometimes merely words. Frodo notes that there were 4,000 votes cast in the congressional district of Representative Broun, who ran unopposed, for Charles Darwin (of HMS Beagle), as a write-in.
Perhaps there is hope after all, and just maybe it resides in the hearts and minds of people in Greene County, Georgia, who don't mind telling one fat, old man that he is no spokesman for his Lord and Savior, or for anyone with an IQ score above that of their birth weight.