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Some bloggers are dog-gone crazy
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    I'm becoming addicted to the blogs. These people make Dick Cheney seem like a reasonable and laid-back guy. For some insane reason, I have this ridiculous idea I can comment on someone's post and suddenly they'll realize the error of their ways.
    Oh foolish mortal.
    However, there are a few quirks in particular, regardless of the topic, I like to hone in on. Primarily, I like to call out hypocrites — those bearers of the double-standard. They who claim to have a particular belief then turn around and violate that belief. No name calling, dillweed. Stuff like that.
    I also like to call people on political inconsistency such as "the government should stay out of our private lives but should regulate smoking" and "abortion is killing but collateral damage of Iraqi citizens is OK because we're fighting terrorists" and other ridiculous notions.
    But the thing that always gets me fired up and typing with reckless abandon is when some blogo calls for the government to intervene in some new and utterly inane way, thereby increasing the scope of government, which increases costs, which raises taxes.
    Usually, it's a call for the government to bailout mortgage holders, fund national health care or spend more money rebuilding the New Orleans levies to pre-Katrina levels. Smart things like that.
    This week it was the call for the county to build a new shelter to house abandoned or homeless animals. I'm assuming primarily cats and dogs.
    Don't get me wrong, finding a home for some furry little guy who was mistreated or ignored by his previous owners is a laudable cause. I still have fond memories of my childhood dog, Clyde, an incredibly protective dachshund that could kick the butt of much larger dogs and could chew through more balls than a Wimbledon tournament. He even saved me from a well once.
    Then of course, there was the tail-less, black runt-of-the-litter cat, Lola, that my roommates and I had in college (my buddy still has her). It still makes me laugh when I think of how my roomie came up with the name (it came to him in a vivid dream). And it makes me cringe when I think of how many lady friends she assaulted because she was so possessive of her men. An inter-species cat fight, if you will.
    But despite my fondness for all things furry, I still can't waver from my undying belief that government is rarely the best solution for a problem. They take my money, without my permission, and spend it in ways which I do not approve — and inefficiently to boot.
    After all, every dollar you take from me to feed some dog is one less dollar I have to feed my own child.
    Out of the mouths of babes and into the jaws of canines.
    I don't think so.
    But there's another reason this line of thinking is irritating. It seems that whenever a problem rears its ugly head, somebody pipes up and says, "This really bothers me. Why won't someone do something about it?" (Translation: I'm not going to do something about it, but someone should. Just not me.)
    Well, I say if stray dogs have tugged on the ol' heart string, get a bunch of like-minded people together a form a group to raise money and fund a private shelter. Write a check. Find a benefactor.
    After all, people who are emotionally invested in a project will do a far better job of operating said project than someone whose job it is to do so.
    For example, around Thanksgiving I talked to Bulloch County food bank self-professed official gopher ("go fer this, go fer that") Joe Bill Brannen. It's run almost entirely by volunteers. They give out around 180 boxes of food per month — enough for a family for six days. All on a $32,000 budget. Annual budget.
    12,960 meals for $2.43 a piece.
    Now, the city does provide them a small building at $1 rent, but is this even necessary? Nope. Look at the Habitat for Humanity restore. The use of the building they're in was donated by local businessman Billy Hickman.
    Take a look at churches, Rotary, Kiwanis, Statesboro Service League, NAACP and countless others. Private like-minded individuals coming together, exercising their right to assemble and trying to make a difference in their community. All without financial help from the government.
    The Animals once sang "Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good/oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood." Saving helpless animals is a noble and worthy cause. But don't take from my kid in order to do so.
    Phil Boyum would like to thank Clyde for saving him from the well. He (Phil, not Clyde) can be reached at 912-489-9454.
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