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Tangent, Wednesday, 31 January 2001~
Our topic for today: WHOOFBACI. Better known as the White House Office of Faith-Based and Community Initiatives.

Scary stuff folks. What's scary about it? Let's just restate a quote (sorry, uncredited) I read the other day on CNN.com : "What's scary is that we once had king George III of England as the head of the Church of England. And we overthrew him. Now our new King George IV is trying to create an American church."

Just call him King George W. If you're not mainstream Christian or MAYBE Jewish, you are NOT going to see the benefits from your tax dollars that WILL be shoveled into these programs. Do you think that King Dubya is going to go for a "Nation of Islam Charity Works Program"? How about your local "Gnostic Homeless Center"? Or your "Dianic Wicca Women's Shelter"? Thought not.

Lastly, can we trust these religious institutions not to push their agendas upon the people they are paid to help? I think no.

I forsee that beautiful wall we call "separation of church and state" crumbling down. The day that it falls WILL BE a sad day for all of us.

Tangent, Wednesday, 24 January 2001~
Georgia Natural Gas SUCKKKKKKSSS. SUCKS. Back in November before the move, I signed up for gas service with these guys. Their prices were among the cheapest, and they are a larger company, so I figured "no problem". How naive I was. When I called to sign up, I was allowed to "choose" the variable or fixed plan. Forseeing higher prices in the future, I went with the fixed plan of .69 per therm. I thought that I was prudent - doing about the best that I could, given current prices.

Flash forward to yesterday, when we FINALLY get the first bill. Now I don't want to embarass myself, so let's just say that the total was ASTRONOMICAL. I sat down with my trusty calculator, and did a little math. What I got was .99 per therm. I'm no brain surgeon, but I knew something didn't add up. I promptly called the company this morning. The "very kind" customer service rep told me that they had a rule about not giving fixed rates to new customers until they issued a first bill. (EXCUSE ME????) She said that since I had now gotten my first bill, I could lock in a fixed rate at .89 per therm, or I could go variable, which is now .99 but is going to 1.15. I told her that I would have to talk to my husband first. She said, but keep in mind, if you don't lock it in now, it might go up by the time you call back. (Now I am just paraphrasing, because her grammar was horrible.) I told her that I would just take that chance.

Instead of calling Barry, I got PISSED. So I called the Public Service Commission instead. I filed a complaint, and the person I spoke to notified the company while I was sitting there on hold. He told me to expect some sort of notification within 5 working days. So I wait. And fume. (By the way, the PSC guy told me that their rate is going up to 1.29 per therm. What gives?)

I have a mind to take the damn furnace out in to the back yard and burn it as a GNG effigy. My accelerant? Anything but natural gas. GNG SUCKS!

Anyone know of a civil suit I can jump into?

Tangent, Friday, 19 January 2001~
Can a woman not walk down the street without having some nasty person say something to her? Obviously, she cannot. Today I was walking back to work from the courthouse after filing our homestead exemption, and it was a bit windy, so I had my sweater sleeves pulled down over my hands. Some nasty street-looking man walked past me, then when he was out of eye shot said, "That's a long shirt, Goddam, sweetie!" Made me want to absolutely throw up. Firstly, in no point in time past, present or future would I ever be the sweetie of this piece of horse dookie. Secondly, how dare he? Being a free country, he can think whatever he chooses, but out of respect for others, keep it to himself. You know what I think? I think that he was an invertibrate slug harboring every nasty disease known to mankind (of which he has no part) who would do us all a favor and slug himself right out of the gene pool. But hey, that's just my opinion.

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