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POSTED: September 11, 2013 3:00 p.m.

It is flattering to have readers tell me I should run for public office.
There also are an equal number of adoring fans who say I should stick my head in a bucket of tar. But that is a topic for another day.
At various times, it has been suggested that I run for (a) president of the United States, (b) governor of Georgia, or (c) any job where I can keep our intrepid public servants from kicking around public-school teachers. While I am grateful for the encouraging words, I think I will keep my day job as a modest, much-beloved columnist.
It was the noted arsonist, Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman, who said in 1864, when his name was being bandied about by Republicans as a presidential candidate, “I will not accept if nominated and will not serve if elected.”
Historians have overlooked the rest of Sherman’s statement: “I would rather kiss Robert E. Lee on the lips than get messed up in politics. Even a know-it-all Yankee who loves burning down beautiful old homes and starving people has some scruples, you know.”
History has not told us why Sherman was so quick to let it be known he didn’t want a political career, but I have reason to believe that Mrs. Sherman told him she would put an iron skillet upside his head if he even considered the idea. I know that in my own abode, The Woman Who Shares My Name would be — to put it mildly — not happy if I broached the subject with her. She isn’t crazy about politics, and there is a better-than-even chance she would stuff broccoli up my nose.
There are other reasons for my choosing not to run for public office, in addition to the prospect of having broccoli stuffed up my nose.
I would have to raise money. I hate raising money almost as much as I hate having broccoli stuffed up my nose. Nobody gives campaign contributions out of the goodness of their heart. They want something. I would have to take money from special-interest groups and then claim that in no way would that influence my vote. You already know that is a bunch of baloney, and I would be uncomfortable telling you whoppers like that. I’d rather stick my head in a bucket of tar.
I also would have to be nice to people I don’t like in order to get them to vote for me. That would be difficult. I have reached the stage in my life where I don’t have to be nice to anybody I don’t like. That number seems to grow with each passing day and currently includes left-wingnuts and right-wingnuts, Bible thumpers, Sean Penn and people who move here and criticize the way we talk; not to mention liberal weenies, apologists for President Peanut and anybody who takes Al Sharpton and/or Jesse Jackson seriously. That considerably narrows my political base.
One of the most onerous parts of the job would be going to Sea Island and making a five-minute speech to a bunch of dog lovers about my untiring efforts to get more fire hydrants in the state before going off to play a few rounds of golf with a lizard-loafered lobbyist.
I keep hearing legislators say that going to conventions and hanging out with fawning lobbyists is a chore, but it is necessary if one is to be conversant on the critical issues of the day. They make it sound like a lot of hard work.
I try to avoid hard work as much as possible. I don’t even like to take my groceries to the car.
If all this isn’t bad enough, there are the media in general and smart-alecky columnists in particular. They always would be sticking their noses in my business and saying that it is really your business that I am doing. They also would expect me to buy their lunches. A lot of reporters have gravy stains on their ties and wear Hush Puppies. I’d just soon not be seen in public with them.
So, while I appreciate the encouragement I have received to enter into politics, it is with a heavy heart that I tell you I must pass on the opportunity. I just don’t think I could make those critical decisions that impact the daily lives of my fellow citizens with broccoli stuffed up my nose.
Thank you, and God bless America.

Contact Yarbrough at yarb2400@bellsouth.net or P.O. Box 725373, Atlanta, GA 31139.

 

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