...a thousand miles from nowhere...
time don't matter to me.... got no place I gotta be....

First, it was that spoiled rotten brat... The Runaway Bride.

Now, it appears Atlanta has a brand new idiot on the news.

Meet Buckhead's new Best Friend. Carl Edward Roland.

If you haven't read about this story, or live somewhere in the world besides Atlanta, or the surrounding area, please catch up on the past 48 hours of city life here.

For the past 48 hours, the City of Atlanta has had a major portion of the Buckhead community closed down, as they try to talk this murderous loser off his perch.

Let's face it people, he ain't jumpin'. He just isn't.

In light of this realization, I have a few suggestions for possibly getting him down faster.

1. Hire a sniper. That would be fun.
2. Maybe instead of the SWAT Team, they could send out the PUSH (as in, "push his ass right on off the crane") Team.
3. Let the crowds through the barracades so that he can actually HEAR them chanting, "jump, jump, jump" at his pathetic tortued soul.
4. Paint a bullseye right in front of Nava (fancy ass restaurant here in Atl) and take bets on where what parts will go when he finally bails.
5. Let his sister, who, consequently is standing on the ground some THOUSANDS of feet below him, up the stairs to actually talk to him. Maybe then she'll put down the mirror she's using to try and get his attention. If I were him, and she came up there... I'd leave. Speedy Quick.

Anyway - those are just a few of my suggestions of how we can get Buckhead back to business. Soon.

Rach