16 July 2019

[Ellis Millsaps] - Young Americans

Greetings from your erstwhile Porterdale correspondent, this time reporting from the Office of US Citizenship and Immigration Services off of Lavista Road just inside 285. I'm here covering the swearing in of a few hundred new US citizens but particularly one, my daughter-in-law Olga Melnikova. She came to this country from Russia in 2001, not because she was fleeing poverty, persecution or violence, but for a visit. She stayed for the freedom to pursue the American dream.

One has to get up early in the morning to become an American citizen the hard way. Olga is to be there at 8 a.m., so my son Jackson, Olga and I head out at 7:15. We get there plenty early, a good thing since seats for friends and family are soon gone.

Olga gets in line with the other citizenship seekers. It takes until 9:30 for the onlookers to be invited in to see the swearing-in. Meanwhile Jack dozes in and out while I read seventy five pages of War and “Peace.”

Here is Olga taking the oath of citizenship.



She and the others swear to “entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to any foreign prince, potentate, state, or sovereignty of whom or which I have heretofore been a subject or citizen,” particularly striking since she now has dual citizenship and her new president professes to believe her old one over his own national security advisers.

Here are some of the other new Americans taking the same oath...



...wherein they pledged to take up arms in defense of their new country when required. Then they pledge allegiance to the flag. When they are declared US citizens there is a loud cheer and a collective lump in throat.

Next comes a Trumpian nightmare. They register to vote.



Afterward we celebrate with excellent Indian food at Zyka on Scott Boulevard. I suspect that none of our food purveyors were born here. 


15 July 2019

Bess Tuggle's Memoirs of Surviving Children: The Fun Aunt



My aunt is wonderful.  WONDERFUL!  She’s also blond.  She’s blond to the bone, and that may be the only reason she could put up with all of us (me, my sister and my three cousins), or maybe the only reason we didn’t drive her completely crazy.   

            She’s also fun!  Not just now, but as long as –I- can remember.

            My aunt has had a successful business for decades.  Gymnastics.  It might be time for her to throw in the torch, but in my younger days she was the reason I could do a summersault, cartwheel, backbend...

            At my wedding she dug out some pots and pans with wooden spoons.  She put all the children in a parade and they had to sing and bang those pots.  It turned a boring afternoon into fun for the kids.  Oh, and she made sure they blew bubbles instead of throwing rice.  She forgot the bubbles on our first walk up the aisle, so we had to go back and do it again so the kids could blow their bubbles.

            Every time I get to visit she still has games out the galore.  She turns it into fighting time for the bathroom – at our ages, laughing can be disturbing, and we do regularly laugh and run to the bathroom, hoping for the best.

            After all that, the memory stuck in my head finally can come out of my fingers.

            My aunt took my cousins to the bus stop for school decades ago.  They’d all had breakfast, dressed in uniforms and were taken to go to school.  I have to mention this was in Ohio during the winter.  Yes, major snow. 

            An hour or so later they came back home; cold, wet and hungry after trudging through the snow.  They thought they missed the bus.

            It was Saturday. 



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A jack of all trades, Ms. Tuggle has been a Covington resident since the late 70’s. She's been a K-Mart cashier, cabinet builder, vet tech, office manager for a beef cattle ranch and water well company (where she was able to hold benefits for D.A.R.E. and Scouts), a court reporter, business manager, assistant at a private investigation firm, legal assistant, convenience store clerk, landscaper and elementary school substitute teacher.  Her greatest pleasure is being a wife, mother and grandmother.  Her stories are all real, and all names will be withheld to protect the innocent, and also maybe the guilty, depending on the crime & the Statute of Limitations.  


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12 July 2019

[Staff Reports] - Steve Plitt Declares Candidacy for Covington Council East Ward, Post 2

Local Business Owner Announces Candidacy for City Council Post 2

Long time resident, and local business owner, Steve Plitt has announced his intention to run for the council seat currently held by Mike Whatley who is not seeking re-election.  “At the urging of my friends and family I am excited and proud to announce my candidacy for the Covington City Council East Ward 2.The skill sets that I have developed as a small business owner over the past 24 years and my on-going community service enables me to provide strong and positive community leadership. Quite simply, I want to serve and give back to this great community of Covington and I am prepared to do so.  It is my belief that we can embrace our small-town culture while promoting growth and prosperity for our community. You can count on my serving Covington by listening to the concerns of all citizens and representing those views to the best of my ability.”

Plitt is a long time resident and successful business owner that has called Covington home for over 30 years. Plitt’s wife, Kaye Spell Plitt said,”There is no better person that I can think of to serve the community than my husband.  He has always been willing to give his time to causes that are near and dear to his heart. Whether it is coaching our boys sports team, or serving on the Zoning and Planning Commission. Steve is the one I know will give his all to this community.”

Steve is a father of two sons, Eric, 36, and Zack, 19; Eric and his wife Kaylin are the proud parents of grandchild, Wyatt.  “Both of our children have gone through school here from elementary to graduation. We have been members of Eastridge Community Church for over 20 years.  We are proud to call Covington home. We are glad that our oldest son has decided to live and raise his family in Covington. That is the main motivation for my run, I want more of our kids to want to come back home to raise their families.”

When asked about his priorities Plitt said,”Public safety is definitely at the top of the list.  As our city grows it will be important to ensure our citizens are protected by providing our first responders with what they need.  The city has definitely done a better job of that over the past few years, but we must be vigilant about ensuring we keep pace with our growth.”
“We should also be looking at ensuring we have the proper infrastructure in place to address the growth. We can not afford to look in the rearview mirror, we must plan so we can deliver the services that are important to our citizens.”

“Finally, we must ensure that we have smart and beneficial economic development so that we continue to see new opportunities for our citizens.  Things have been done to help us provide our citizens with desirable jobs. It is my belief that with my business focused voice on the council we can ensure those new opportunities continue.”

When asked what he wants people to know about him as his campaign starts, Plitt responded,”The citizens should know that I am all about solutions. It is easy to get on Facebook and complain all the time, but I will be an elected official who works with people to find solutions to our problems.”

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11 July 2019

A Moment From MB: Talkin' Local REAL Politick

Greetings!

Well, as some of you may have heard, your semi-esteemed editor is in the process of putting together an exploratory committee to analyze the feasibility & viability of a possible, potential run for Covington's Post 2 seat in the city's East Ward.

To that point, and in the spirit of journalistic integrity, I've decided to dust off my old political site - East Metro Blog - to house the writings pertaining to that particular race moving forward. I will also start using this vehicle for most of my political commentaries & leave my meat-and-potatoes political reporting here at the ole TPC. 




Keepin' It Fresh in the East Metro!



Be sure to check out my most recent post at East Metro (the first one in 4 years) talking about the dynamics of that race.

Speaking of political races, keep an eye out here at The Chronicles for my expansive coverage of the upcoming Covington Mayoral race.

Okay for now, buckaroos, until next time... 

 
- MB McCart
 

10 July 2019

[Perrin Lovett] - Pizza for Mr. Epstein? (With a Side Order of Indictment)


Today’s column is a little different than the one I originally penned over the weekend. What I had written was a fun examination of one gaffe committed by El Trumpster last week during the imperial military homily. READ THAT ONE HERE. I closed it with: “That is, Trump Tweetin’ and the nukes don’t drop.”


Then, not long after I wrapped it up, the nukes dropped - legally speaking. A much larger and more important national and international issue:




Friends, I am sometimes unfairly accused of dredging up bad news merely for the sake of its presentation. The affairs are what they are. However, I delight in the very good news. This is some of the best I’ve read in a long while. And, as Epstein may have told some of his victims, it’s probably “just the tip.”


If you’ve been in a coma or shipwrecked the past fifteen years, then please read up on the Strange Case of Jeff Epstein. In a nutshell, he’s accused of operating a large child sex trafficking ring, from New York and Florida and from his own private island (he’s rich). In a massive prosecutorial blunder, if that’s what it was, he copped to two minor state counts of soliciting, did thirteen months of work release, and dodged all federal charges. A federal judge recently held his plea deal illegal as it was not properly disclosed to the victims. The registered sex offender still has his island but is embroiled in numerous civil suits. In those, he’s lately been having it handed to him in discovery. Now, he faces the criminal counts he should have faced years ago.




And, he’s not the only one. His was, allegedly and substantially, a vast network of the lowest of sleaze. But, it was only one of many, all of which form a massive international network of child slavery and abuse. In the honest press, it’s all referred to as PizzaGate (“pizza” being the participants’ code for young girls). Some in the deep state tried to laugh that off a year or so back. I doubt they’re laughing now.


An example: A tech writer by the name of Peter Bright actually went by the Twitter handle of “Dr. Pizza.” He ridiculed the idea of PizzaGate, as did many others, Tweeting: “As someone named DrPizza I dread to think what my involvement in pizzagate will turn out to be.” It turned out to be a solicitation of seven to nine-year-old children. He’s in the slammer, one of around TEN THOUSAND arrests globally for similar activities in the past few years. Some of the other disruptions have involved the arrest of scores of pedo perverts at a time, in places like Italy, England, Canada, the American Northwest, Asia, the Caribbean, and Georgia (large-scale operations interrupted on either side of Covington, in Atlanta and Augusta).


All of this is, hopefully, just the beginning - of the end. Satanists see three purposes for children: to murder them, to corrupt them, and to molest them. Normal people are waking up, whether it’s to celebrity trash, politicians, and priests abusing trust, the ultra-rich like Epstein (and his friends - we’re going to get a lot of names and information, shortly) buying and selling, deviant homos forcing nine-year-old boys to strip and dance at “pride” parades and clubs, or drag freaks rolling on the floor with the kids at the library. If all goes well, soon even the deafest and most stay at home will be awake and angry. 

Gonna need a lot of these. Picture by Perrin.




Fellow Terry College of Business (UGA) grad Brother Perrin Lovett is a true renaissance gentleman & scholar. A recovering attorney, he's into guns & cigars, and the US Constitution. A published authorPrepper Columnist & YouTube personality, and an acclaimed blogger, TPC is very proud to have our old friend on board as the C.F. Floyd Feature Writer of National Affairs




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09 July 2019

[Ellis Millsaps] - The Lost Boys & the Last Days of Wiffleball

*ed. note: Da originally wrote this piece on his blog some years back. Truly a great piece, we both thought it'd be a good one to share here at TPC. Enjoy! - MBM; P.S. Big things coming with Da...stay tuned!

THE LOST BOYS
By: Ellis Millsaps

     Boys come to my house in the middle of the night. I call them boys. They're in their mid-twenties. They were boys when I met them, and boys they remain.
   
      They come in my bedroom at 1:00 A.M.exhorting Da to get up and play with them. Sometimes I do when I don't need to be up early. They consume everything consumable that they don't have to cook. When they leave it's as if a swarm of locusts has passed through. Empty husks are strewn everywhere.


       But to understand about the lost boys and why I call them such, you first need to know about. 

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The Last Days of Wiffleball; A Love Story
         We played wiffleball at least once a week for three or four years. We started as soon as it was warm enough and continued until it was too cold. It was never too hot and it took a lot of rain to stop us.
        The players were me, my son and from three to twenty boys in their early twenties, occasionally a female or two. 
       Some of them had spent a lot of time at my house; most I had known since they were little; all were and are my friends. I could bore you to tears explaining our game and its elaborate rules-- how to turn a double play, (Base runners were all imaginary. There was diving by the intrepid defense in each game, but no base running.) how the cedar tree in left center (the green monster) came into play, but suffice it to say that we kept meticulous statistics and published them weekly on the interweb. And we lived from one wiffleball day to the next.
         People regularly drove from Athens and Atlanta to play our game. I remember Daniel Lanford saying more than once that wiffleball was the only event he looked forward to. He usually followed by saying how this showed that he had no life, but I knew at the time he meant he loved us and there was no place he'd rather be. We all felt that way.
           Until the very end, almost all the boys who played this game had grown up together, gone to school together, played rec ball together, climbed the water tower together. The last summer of wiffleball, the game had grown by word of mouth to include boys some of us had never met. So many that no one got to play that much.
         We all thought, the original wiffleball "core" that is, that the next year we'd politely rid ourselves of the new kids and reinstate our old game. That was two years ago. There's been no game since. What happened was that most of them got jobs, went off to graduate school, got demanding girlfriends that weren't of our circle, in short, grew up.
          We didn't realize that last summer was the end of childhood for us. That summer was the last time this circle of friends would be together. Oh, a lot of them will still get together at the Christmas holiday but it will never be the same as the summers of wiffleball, more like a class reunion instead.

          They all grew up except the few who were left behind, the lost boys who raid my refrigerator in the night. They roam the Newton County night looking for what has been lost, and although I go to bed on time, I’m not blind to the fact that I’m also one of the lost and left behind.

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Ellis "Da" Millsaps is a recovering Attorney but has worn many hats over the years: father, bus boy, stand-up comedian, novelist, wiffle ball player, rock'n'roll band manager, and at one time wrote a popular and funny column for The Covington News. A Fannin Co. mountain boy originally, Mr. Millsaps now stays at the mill village of Porterdale by way of 20 years in Mansfield. Usually funny and at times irreverent and subversive, he leans left in his political philosophy but can always be counted on for a pretty darn good write-up. The Chronicles are proud to have him involved... 

08 July 2019

Bess Tuggle's Memoirs of Surviving Children: Road Trip, OK Oklahoma Edition



Oklahoma is a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there.

            My eldest, Thing 1, decided he wanted to join the Army.  Yes, I was a VERY proud Mama!  (Shout out to the rest of my boys:  Thing 2 – Navy; Things 3 and 4 – Marines)  He graduated from Basic Training in Fort Sill, Oklahoma, and his Mama was gonna be there come hell or high water for graduation.  There was a little problem though – money.

            Thing 4 wanted to go with me, and there was no way I could afford plane tickets along with a rental car when we got there, assuming there were any left.  I couldn’t even reserve a hotel room.  Everything was booked solid. 

            I begged to borrow a car because it would cost a small fortune in gas to try and get my big white truck to make the trip.  It would have been more comfortable than driving what I called the “skateboard,” but we did it.

            For anyone that hasn’t made a road trip from Georgia to Oklahoma – FLY!!!

            Arkansas is the most miserable place in the States.  You get to drive through miles, and miles, and miles.. of NOTHING.

            We made it though!  We even found a seedy lil’ hotel room that had a room available.  Granted, it had one queen sized bed (aka-mattress on the floor, no bed frame) that I had to share it with my youngest son who is a NIGHTMARE to sleep with (he tosses, turns, kicks.. all night long), I used paper clips to close the bullet holes in the curtains (apparently the window was worth replacing, but not the curtains), and made friends with the lady that was the “manager” by bribing her with cigarettes and “tips” so she would keep an eye on our room.  She even told me the rooms to stay away from.  Remember, this dive was right outside a military base.

            Graduation was a wonderful event.  I could NOT have been prouder!  Post graduation they all got leave and I really didn’t expect it to go the way it did.

            We went out for a nice lunch, then back to our shady room.  My boys played video games against each other all day long.  Fed them again, then back to base went Thing 1.  The next day Thing 1 took his little brother to a movie.  Talk about quality time with Mama…

            It was finally time to come home, and off we went.  Not sure if I’ve mentioned that I’m night blind, but I most certainly am.  Thing 1 talked me into getting “5 Hour Power” on base, and it’s –very- good.  Just couldn’t help my eyesight.

            About 2 o’clock in the morning I knew I had to get off the highway.  Trucks were riding my bumper, blinding me even more, so much so that I couldn’t see the d&%n exits to get off!  When I scare myself it’s really time to stop.

            I finally got off an exit and headed to the nearest hotel.  I could kinda-sorta see now that I didn’t have headlights blinding me.

            Pulled in, grabbed my cooler (I had a couple beers in there) and went in to get a room.  Think about this now.  I walk in with a cooler and a very handsome 12 year old. 

            I got the “pervert” stare, but at least we finally had our own beds!
 
            - Bess  



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A jack of all trades, Ms. Tuggle has been a Covington resident since the late 70’s. She's been a K-Mart cashier, cabinet builder, vet tech, office manager for a beef cattle ranch and water well company (where she was able to hold benefits for D.A.R.E. and Scouts), a court reporter, business manager, assistant at a private investigation firm, legal assistant, convenience store clerk, landscaper and elementary school substitute teacher.  Her greatest pleasure is being a wife, mother and grandmother.  Her stories are all real, and all names will be withheld to protect the innocent, and also maybe the guilty, depending on the crime & the Statute of Limitations.  


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