Authorities in Atlanta, i.e. the Po-Po, say the number of Waffle House robberies in the past two weeks is now 18.

OK, this crap’s gotta stop!

Seriously, I’m a at Waffle House EVERYDAY!

Everyday.

Last Friday, the Waffle House at U.S. 78 and Rockbridge Road near Stone Mountain in Gwinnett was robbed at gunpoint, according to Gwinnett police spokesman Cpl. Edwin Ritter.

This is about seven miles from my house, thankfully, there are forty-leven other WHs before that one.

Reports show the spree of robberies also includes cases in Auburn, Ala. and LaGrange, Ga.

Grogan says the suspects tend to strike between 2 a.m. and 5 a.m., typically the slowest times at the restaurants, and the most interesting I might add, when they will place a to-go order.  He said that when the cash register is opened, a gun comes out.

Now, I’ve been in thousands of Waffle Houses, and I’m quite sure the fire-arms of the robbing scum trash aren’t the only heat in the place.

At least, not at 2 in the morning!

Waffle House officials are offering a $2,500 reward for the arrest and conviction of two men with a taste for Redneck Lattes and robbing the restaurants across metro Atlanta.

$2500!  Are they kidding?  That’s outrageous!  This is serious business!  UP the ante boys, and catch these butt-wipes!  I don’t want to have to dig my “carry permit” out!

These were provided by David Zechar.  I do not know who took them.

At any rate, it’s a sad, sad state of affairs!

Had my Wedding Reception here in this room, 34 years ago!

That’s what she said about going to Rehab in her song of the same name.

It’s Monday, and I hate to bring you down, but the death of Amy Winehouse Saturday should surprise no one.

As I write this, the cause of her death is undetermined.

We can only speculate.

Drugs.

I despise drugs.

I look around at friends and family who’s lives have been altered forever and wonder, “Why?”.

So many people, not famous people, people who get no press, little mourning, and many shakes of the head have lost their lives to drugs.   Some are living in a perpetual state of death, some are gone. 

I despise what drugs have done to my friends, my family, my nation.  I know people who’ve been nearly bankrupted by their children’s actions.  Rehab, after care, lawyers, court costs, cars, insurance, more rehab, more lawyers, doctors, more rehab.  It’s a merry-go-round with hideous music, one can not escape.

It’s destroying families and lives and depriving the world of music, art, joy, and life.

Joplin, Jim Morrison, Hendrix, Elvis, Marilyn Monroe; wasted lives, wasted talent, all lives ended before they gave all.

And, don’t get me started on “The War On Drugs”!  Nixon started this one in 1971.  We’ve spent more on the war on drugs than we did in Viet Nam. 

Instead of saying no, no, no to rehab, take a line from Nancy Reagan and say no to drugs!

Redneck Latte Ravings is usually a happy place, today, no so much.

I was not surprised yesterday when the verditcs came out on the Casey Anthony case in Orange County, Florida.

My brother, who is apparently a prophet, told me earlier in the week that the defense had posed enough reasonable doubt to let the mother of Caylee Anthony walk.

And walk she did.

Yeah, I know, she’s still in the slammer for a few days, but when Thursday comes and the judge sets her free, and he will since she’s already served three years, and the charges of which she was convicted carry a year’s stretch each, I’ll possibly be even more angry than I am now.

Granted, I believe in the jury system, granted, I wasn’t there, I don’t know all the facts, and granted, I’ve no proof that the mother of the murdered child did it, but I’m pretty convinced she did.

And frankly, as much as I hate to agree with ANYTHING Nancy Grace or Joy Behar say, I’ll have to agree…justice for Caylee wasn’t done today.

Facts aside, the one thing that bothers me most is that the mother of the murdered child was out partying for 30 or more days while her child lay dead in the woods, or in the trunk of her car, and she didn’t report her missing.

My children never “went missing”, but you can be gaurandamnteed that if one of my kids did go missing, it wouldn’t be 30 minutes before I started calling someone everyone.

Twelve people decided her fate, twelve people decided there wasn’t enough evidence to convict her, twelve people decided that the prosecution hadn’t made it’s case, and twleve people decided that she should go free.

I don’t know what was in their minds, but I’m pretty sure that their heads are empty. 

I do think they should be ashamed, and I, unlike Florida State’s Attorney Lawson Lamar, do judge and do criticize the jury.

They were wrong.

A jury of her peers has said that Casey is not guilty.

No one has said she’s innocent.

There’s a difference.