Things happen. For one, there was Newt Gingrich, congressman of most of Cobb starting in 1990. I’ve had my own love-hate relationship with Newt. He’s still a bit of a local kingmaker in local GOP politics. Back then, he was a gadfly ultra-conservative, acolyte of Jack Kemp and sort of an enfant terrible to the House Democratic Leadership for a couple of terms. In 1994, two years into the reign of Clinton, Newt hatched the Contract with America campaign, which was, let’s admit it, brilliant politically, for all the good the Contract List did the average person. Bottom line: in the mid-year elections the Republicans, following Newt’s blueprint, flipped the House and Senate, with unheard-of gains. In short order, Newt was crowned Speaker of the House, no small thing. Political junkies (as I was at the time) had always known the GOP would never control the House. You would have been called crazy to think so. So, in 4 years, Newt went from gadfly to two heartbeats from the White House. In fact, Newt was for a time perceived as holding a lot more power than the suddenly irrelevant Clinton. The Intelligentsia took notice and looked for Newt’s Achilles heel (he had a few of them).

At the same time, back in his home district, the Cobb County Council passed a resolution condemning homosexuality and a concomitant defunding of the arts, after some gay debacle at a community theatre, probably in Marietta, Cobb’s largest city. 25, 30 years ago, conservative places were still allowed to engage in that sort of NIMBY intolerance, if it suited the community-at-large. In the uber-liberal precincts of white Atlanta, however, and especially among its always-burgeoning gay population, progressives seethed, they mocked the rubes of Cobb, and they did what they do best: protest. The committee organizing the 1996 Summer Olympics in Atlanta took notice, and above all wanting to show the rest of the world how respectable they really were, went out of their way to strike Cobb off the venue list. Not one of the zillion Olympic events, major or very minor, that year was held at a Cobb venue, and the Olympic torch run was rerouted around Cobb County, as if it had been disappeared from the map (no matter, the Cobb hotels and inns were full for two straight months, like everywhere else in the metro area).

Take that, Mr Speaker!

Around then, I moved back to Georgia and noticed that Cobb had a target on its back (and front). Also, by then, Atlanta had become the Black Mecca; thanks to government jobs (Atlanta was majority black), affirmative action, set-asides, de facto quotas, the growing hip-hop industry, and, yes, a lot of opportunity. There was a huge middle class in the city, and a lot of these people wanted big houses and (dare we say it) a little more distance between themselves and the still-large black underclass, largely located in South Atlanta. They began to look at Cobb, and found that the genial C of C types who inhabited Cobb were hardly retrograde; in fact a lot of them by then had emigrated to the South in search of warmer weather and lower taxes. Atlanta had always been the place where the Yankees got off the train on the trip south and ended up staying, along with their distaff Karen’s. Not surprisingly, more than a few found their perfect landing spot in lovely Cobb County, where the houses were big and living was good, and the neighbors friendly (even if some were too evangelical for Northern tastes, as the lady in your post laments).

There was also the building boom of the 90s, fueled by a fed-driven economy that also begat the unreal dotcom boom and bust. A lot of people were moving to the Atlanta area by then for the high-tech jobs. To meet the demands, home builders were hiring a lot of cheap immigrant labor, and I’m sure most of that work force was undocumented, because holding the costs down was always a big priority. Those workers, in turn, needed places to live, and they began to settle in some of the more modest parts of Cobb (and the equally huge Gwinnett County to the northeast of Atlanta), driving out a lot of the seniors on modest fixed incomes. When the construction boom went bust, many of those workers stayed. The net effect was not unlike what developed into the banlieus of Paris, wherein the inner ring of suburbs encircling the big city are inhabited by immigrants, legal or (mostly) not. All of a sudden, the suburbs had no-go zones for the white middle class.

In short, the demographics of Cobb (and Georgia) have been shifting for years, even as the population grows, and the number of congressional seats increases. Democratic politicos took note. More Mexican labor entered the state, not just in the Atlanta area, but in the rural fields of vast South Georgia, where there are all those ag jobs Americans “just won’t do.” Back in Cobb, first one congressional district flipped. More recently another. Whereas in the 70s Cobb was represented by the head of the John Birch Society (a Democrat!), now some of the Cobb-ites are represented by the unwed mother of a police casualty, who parlayed her grief all the way to the US Capitol, and marches with BLM in her spare time.

As for conservatism in general, well, as I say, in Atlanta, most of them are mild-mannered Chamber of Commerce types and always have been. Liberalism in the Atlanta area tends to be a stronger brew of career victims, snowflakes, civil rights opportunists, and perpetually-pissed off Karen’s, with more than a dash of Antifa and Hollywood. Did I mention our new pride and joy, our $15 billion a year film industry, midwifed into being by a Con-Inc Republican governor, always sensitive to the needs of the movie people at the expense of his own constituents who put the guy in office, but are always embarrassing him with their traditionalism. The film people kill me. They’re constantly threatening to pull up stakes and go elsewhere, every time some rube complains about a deranged man who thinks he’s a woman, using the girls bathroom at an elementary school.

Georgia itself is purple-leaning-blue at this point, a toss-up state that a decade ago would hardly have elected a Democrat as Dog Catcher. Sorry for the length and disorganization of this comment. This list is by no means complete. Someone still needs to write the great modern Atlanta novel. I use the word modern advisedly. GWTW will always be the standard.