I read that the Russians are leaving Georgia and a peace agreement has been signed. That's good. You see, we go to North Carolina every-other-year on vacation and I didn't want to have to worry that the Ruskies were making their push North next summer. I figured South Carolina would fall pretty quickly and if they came up the coast, we'd be in trouble. I'm not even sure what all the trouble was about. I'm pretty sure they waited until the Olympics started so people would have something else to focus on. Well, they didn't fool me. I think it had something to do with natural resources, but I'm not 100% positive. I hear that the Russians like themselves a fuzzy peach every now and again, but who doesn't? Peanuts? Maybe. Then again, maybe they were looking for Jimmy Carter? Maybe Putin needs a new drinking buddy. In the end, I don't care why they were there, I'm just glad they're leaving. The good 'ole boys down there were able to stand up and fight them off. I bet it won't be long before Confederate flags are flying proud again in the dirty South.
