19 September 2019

Ellis Millsaps - Son of a Preacher Man, Ch VI: Preacher's Kid

 I can't say now, sixty years later, whether my escape of hell and my recoil against being the preacher's kid are causally connected. It's a temptation because they are close in time but that is a dangerous fallacy in logic.

 I do know that both happenings occurred in the summer of my eighth year. I can't now say which preceded the other.

I can say that before that summer my status as the son of our minister was  to my mind an elevated one, and that after that summer my status as the preacher's son became one which I was pressured to disdain as a stain on my street cred.

 As previously noted, my heroes had always been cowboys. Cowboys not only smoked cigars and hand-rolled cigarettes, but some of them did commercials for their tobacco sponsors. Dale Robertson of Tales of Wells Fargo hawked Pall Malls,” long lasting and they’re mild, and you can light either end.”.

 So it was Pall Malls that I first took to the woods at the age of seven to impress Neal Camp with my ability to smoke them, First a word about in Neal Camp, Pall Malls and a minor's access to cigarettes in the late 1950s.

 There were no age restrictions on purchasing tobacco until decades later. I was regularly sent to Camp’s store to buy cigarettes for my older relatives, so I'm sure Mrs. Camp took no particular notice when I plunked down my quarter for a pack of Pall Malls. You could light either end of a Pall Mall because they were unfiltered.

In the early sixties high schoolers smoked cigarettes openly. In the late sixties at my West Fannin High alma mater, chewing gum or growing long hair could get you sent to the principal's office, but students (male ones exclusively as I recall) smoked cigarettes outdoors between classes. I wasn't among them having earned my street cred in elementary school.

 But elementary school kids didn't smoke cigarettes unless you were an outlaw. Little Tommy Dunn, a year younger than I, walked down the street in front of my house with his father, Big Tommy, smoking cigarettes, but that was deviant behavior. Other kids smoked, if at all, in the woods away from any adult eye.

 Although his younger siblings, Jan and Joey, went to Vacation Bible School at least, I never saw Neal, three years my elder and two ahead of me in school, in church. Neil was an outlaw. He smoked cigarettes in the woods. Neil will get his own chapter later, but for now our focus is that I wanted to impress him.

 Neal was duly impressed that I had these cigarettes and was smoking them, but not very well. He used a racist slur tor describe how my cigarette disintegrated into my mouth as fast as the lit end burned down leaving me spitting out wet tobacco. I would not make that mistake again. The next time I met Neal in the woods I brought filtered cigarettes.

- Ellis Millsaps

17 September 2019

A Tuesday Evening Check-in w/ MB: Talkin' COV Real Politick; Newton Co. Tax Commish; Odds & Ends

Greetings, beautiful people. So glad you could join me.

Covington politics, man! My goodness...

Seriously, though, I've seriously come to the conclusion that if one could ever figure out C-town politics, then the Newton Co., GA & USA editions would probably be a piece of cake.

So let's delve right in.

Mayor's Race

What can you say? It's gettin' down & dirty - already - and it's the middle of September. As I've been saying for over two years now, there is truly a JDS (Johnston Derangement Syndrome) phenomenon going on that is only getting more pronounced. I mean, really, there's some folks around here that apparently think our current Mayor is a mix of Hitler & Nixon & that he gets his kicks from pouring sugar in folks' gas tanks while being mean to small children & dogs, all while he's drunk at 10AM on the Covington Square.

I'll just say this (IMHO & all), but I believe these folks may be helping Horton snatch defeat out of the jaws of victory. I know some of you don't believe me, but my mind really ain't made up on this thing, but as this tired & pathetic sight we see continues to continue...well...

Council Races

I'm still sticking to my predictions. Big wins by both McKelvey & Plitt.

Newton Co. Tax Commissioner

I believe a fair amount of people confused Dingler's concerted & under-the-radar pronouncement of her upcoming retirement (effective as of January of 2021), vs. her actual waddling walking away right now (or at some point in September of 2019).

Hell, I don't think she's going anywhere. And why would she? What, with the Newton County Way & all, not to mention that fat 6-figure salary.

And as an aside, I just love how folks like to bitch & moan about things but then aren't gonna do a single DAMN thing about it & then want folks like me to handle it. Well, tell ya' what, I'm only working about 6 or 7 jobs right now, so let me just get right on that. Stat & Pronto! Just for you.  Your pleasure is our pleasure & we aim to please. Yassir...

Odds & Ends

I appreciate the kind words from a few of you lately; however, I've been more impacted by the comments from some of you about my decrease in posting about local issues, as well as all of the things I need to be looking into, investigating & working on & more specifically, at least from my vantage point, of the basic rundown on what, why & how I'm doing things wrong.

Thanks for that. I forget myself sometimes. Really, I do. Really...


- MB McCart

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Perrin Lovett: When Government Schools Kill

Nobody is killing me, my friends, by treachery, not using any force.” - Polyphemus, The Odyssey

I’m sure it’s happened, but I am unaware of any direct homicide of any student at the hands of a public school. The indirect killings, however, are legion. There are murders of other kinds too, and numerous beyond count. The schools kill creativity. They kill interest. They kill intellect. They kill souls or parts thereof. They kill critical thinking. They exterminate freedom. Honestly, it’s why they exist.

Most United States residents and most Americans still find this acceptable. It’s only when one or more children get gunned down at a school that any semblance of outrage arises. And then, it’s usually, by design, twisted around into further hatred of liberty. A maddening cycle.

Such was the case at Stoneman Douglas High School, in Broward County, Florida, on February 14, 2018. The school system, Broward County, the State of Florida, and the Imperial US government, with the great assistance of gunman Nikolas Cruz, murdered fourteen students and three adults. The system, as much as Cruz, did this with great malice and tremendous planning aforethought. 

One of the deceased victims was Meadow Pollack, an eighteen-year-old student. Her father, Andrew Pollack, along with Max Eden, published a new book, which sheds much-needed light on the matter. 

Please read a few excerpts from a recent New York Post article. The system knew, for years, that Cruz was a dangerous, crazed sociopath. “Why did the school allow him to remain enrolled despite his daily, deranged behavior for a full year? Not by negligence, but by policy.” Multiple policies dictate that students like Cruz must be tolerated, even at the expense of the safety of everyone else in the schools. 

Pursuant to these policies, records are kept. Pollack published notes from Carrie Yon, Cruz’s Eight Grade English teacher. I’ll relay two which, independent of everything else, scream out an alarm:

Sept. 11: After discussing and lecturing about the Civil War in America Nick became fixated on the death and the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. He asked inappropriate questions and was making shooting actions with his pencil. Some questions he asked were “What did it sound like when Lincoln was shot? Did it go pop pop or pop pop pop really fast? Was there blood everywhere? After the war what did they do with all the bodies? Did people eat them?

Sept. 16: When we began to read the Odyssey Nick paid partial attention (in-and-out) until we came up to the gruesome scene when the giant eats Odysseus’ crew members, only then Nick was interested in the lesson and got my 100% attention.

And, no, the alarm isn’t that middle schoolers were actually studying the “Civil” War and reading Homer, remarkable as those revelations are. I placed double emphasis on certain words related to cannibalism. I’ve written before, and I imagine I’ll write again, that cannibals are the next great protected class of deviates. In this case, in these telling passages, we see early tangential inclusion. 

Inclusion and diversity - of anything, no matter how wicked - are parts of the mantra of the failed system. Combine those with fear (the driving force in public education), statism, hatred of all things Western, ignorance, and sheer stupidity, and you get a lunatic walking around, killing, with an AR-15, while the brave policeman hides under the staircase. 

How could Cruz legally purchase such a weapon, given his extensive record? Because the same policies dictated that all of his defects and criminal behaviors were covered up. Where’d he learn to shoot an AR-15? In the damned school! “Yet they not only allowed him to enroll in Marjory Stoneman Douglas, they literally gave him an air gun, shaped like an AR-15, and let him practice shooting.” All in defiance of expert recommendations. 

Rona Kelly, Cruz’s therapist, and Dr. Nyrma Ortiz, Cruz’s psychiatrist, knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Cruz was crazy, with lethal ideations. It seems almost everyone on the East Coast of Florida knew. Yet, nothing positive was ever done. Even now I would bet that Cruz, awaiting trial and continuing to act out violently in jail, has yet to receive any neurological examination, to include an MRI or CT brain scan. The sinecures of the fraudulent industry know only enough to perpetuate themselves. They do not ever want to know the literal truth. Systemic solipsism of Luciferian proportions.

How can this be tolerated in an informed and civilized society? Well, it can’t. But, here in the latter-day United States, the insanity is hardwired. For fun, and if you have the time, consult the two one-star and sole two-star reviews on Amazon of Why Meadow Died. See what jumps out at you. I’d go further, but I’m not writing a book of my own about it and I trust your judgment. The one-stars are off-topic and personally vindictive. The two-star, from a “Dr. G,” smells of well-worn gun control hysteria. Note that.

Note also that this phenomenon of fostering, promoting, and defending dangerous psychosis is widespread. I personally encountered it during my year-long research for The Substitute novel. Rest assured that the same evil spirit resides in the Newton County “schools.” It lurks in all “schools.” For that and many other reasons, there is no reforming these institutions. It’s also my sad suspicion that there’s also no escaping more gun control (on top of the copious level we endure as-is). That’s why, a few weeks ago, I presented a short fictional (but factual) how-to about caching arms for future use. I’m working on a similar story about how to easily and cheaply obtain weaponry after the fact. We’ll have that here in the near future.

For now, get your kids out of those educational abominations.

BONUS: If you know why I kicked off with a quote from Polyphemus, then my hat is off to you! If not, then still enjoy this picture of a sculpture:

“Polyphemus Sitting” by Corneille Van Cleve. Pic from someone’s Pinterest.

16 September 2019

Bess Tuggle's Memoirs of Surviving Children: Never Say Never

Raising children is always an adventure, but today I’m offering some cautionary advice.  NEVER say never.  “My child will -never-…”  “My child would -never-…”  “My child will -never- say/do/have…”  Please!  I promise, it will bite you in the arse.

None of my boys were bad.  None of them were Angels, either.  They were just active, rambunctious, imaginative “boys” in every sense of the word.

I made the mistake of saying, repeatedly as they were growing up, that I would never bail any of them out of jail.  That’s a “never” I held my guns to, and a “never” I lived to regret.

Thing 1 decided to go out with some of his friends and party, as kids are wont to do.  He was right around twenty at the time.  There was some drinking involved (not including the driver, at least they got that part right), and they stopped at a Dollar Store to get some snacks.  

They were all laughing it up, joshing around in the store, purchased their snacks and walked out to the car.  Small problem, Thing 1 was joking around so much that he forgot to pay – for a small bag of Funyuns.  

The manager followed them out, approached the car and asked about the Funyuns.  Thing 1, also known as dumb a%* on occasion, looked down, saw the Funyuns bag in his hand, and handed them to the manager.  All’s good that ends well.  At least one would think so.

The manager also got the tag number of the car and called it in.  The driver was sober for a reason – he was on probation.  

I really am trying to make a long story short here.

Manager calls the Sherriff department, an investigator calls the driver (aka owner of the car) and pressures the driver to give the names and numbers of his passengers that evening, under threat of having his probation revoked if he didn’t.  Investigator, with passenger information in hand, calls each of the passengers to inform them that if they didn’t come in and talk to him that the driver’s probation would be revoked.  Of course, being good friends, each and every one of them went in, and each and every one of them told the truth.

Houston, we had a problem!  All the stories matched.  Thing 1 did not pass go, did not collect $200, and went directly to jail.  Bless his heart, he admitted to walking out of the Dollar Store with a bag of Funyuns – it didn’t even matter that he surrendered them to the manager.
That’s when I started getting the calls.  “Mama, come get me.”  “Mama, PLEASE get me out of here!”  The bail was set at $800 (over $1.28 bag of Funyuns), $80 bond, and I stuck to my guns.  I swore I’d NEVER bail one of my children out of jail, and I didn’t.

After about 2 ½ weeks, his buddies scrounged up enough money to bail him out and I went to pick him up from the jail.  He ended up with community service and probation (which is a money-grubbing joke in its own right).  I really can’t remember how long his sentence was.

I just remember his $80 bond would have been MUCH cheaper than my $230 (collect calls) phone bill.  And he didn’t even get to eat the Funyuns.

- Bess Tuggle 

13 September 2019

It's Official: Robert H. "Bob" Stansfield Declares Intent to Run for Superior Court Judge

Well, friends, the word 'round the campfire was apparently true.

Counselor extraordinaire, and in my opinion possibly one of the smartest folks in all of Newton Co., Robert H "Bulldog Bob" Stansfield has filed his Declaration of Intent to run for a Superior Court judgeship in the Alcovy Judicial Circuit in next year's general.


And my word, what an exciting time for judicial politics here in & around the home county! I couldn't swear to it, but I'm almost positive we've never seen THREE open positions for the Alcovy. Actually, I am sure of it. It's never happened...

Now, we'd heard about Sammy retiring & certainly it looks as if current Madam DA Layla Zon is the heir apparent to that one. Also, word of Benton from over in Walton deciding not to run again had made the rounds (Thank God! Right?), and it's looking as if Judge Horace J. Johnson, Jr. may be moving on to better & brighter things.

Regardless, Bob is a lock for one of those positions, one would think.

Supposedly more information will drop next week including a web site as well as a social media page.

In closing, I'll just say this: not only is the man brilliant, in my opinion, but over the 20+ years I've known him, I think him to be good as gold, especially as it relates to the all-too-important concepts of fairness & the balancing of equities as well as Liberty & Justice.

We'll definitely be keeping an eye on this one...

- MB McCart 

11 September 2019

Andy Allen: The REAL Story on Vaping & E-Cigs

*Ed note: with the current news reports that the Trump administration is purportedly about to announce a ban on flavored e-cigarettes, TPC would like to post this piece from one of our guest writers - Mr. Andy Allen from Covington, GA.

Thank you Main Stream Media, The CDC, The American Medical Association, for absolutely scaring the crap out of everyone, and being so irresponsible in not reporting what is actually making these people who are sick from “vaping related” illnesses. Please people...I beg you...do your own research on things that you don’t understand. People are getting sick because, people are vaping a vape cartomizer already pre-filled with a THC substance with a Vitamin E acetate oil base. The problem isn’t mainly the THC part....it’s the base.

I will try to explain what is in regular e-liquid that is sold in literally thousands of vape shops around the country. PG = Propylene Glycol. Propylene Glycol is a synthetic food additive that belongs to the same chemical group as alcohol. It is a colorless, odorless, slightly syrupy liquid that is a bit thicker than water. It has practically no taste (1Trusted Source). Additionally, it can dissolve some substances better than water and is also good at retaining moisture. This makes it very useful as a food additive, so it can be found in a wide variety of processed foods and drinks (2). Other names it is known by include (2): 1,2-propanediol 1,2-dihydroxypropane Methyl ethyl glycol Trimethyl glycol Propylene glycol is sometimes confused with ethylene glycol, as both have been used in antifreeze due to their low melting points. However, these are not the same substance. Ethylene glycol is highly toxic to humans and is not used in food products. VG = Vegetable Glycerin What is Vegetable Glycerin is a sugar alcohol derived from animal products, plants or petroleum. Vegetable glycerin is the variant made from plant oils. It is said to have been accidentally discovered more than two centuries ago by heating a mixture of olive oil and lead monoxide. But it only became economically and industrially significant in the late 1800s when it was first used to make dynamite. Vegetable glycerin is made by heating triglyceride-rich vegetable fats — such as palm, soy and coconut oils — under pressure or together with a strong alkali, such as lye. This causes the glycerin to split away from the fatty acids and mix together with water, forming an odorless, sweet-tasting, syrup-like liquid. Common Uses - Vegetable glycerin is widely used in the food, cosmetics and pharmaceutical industries. For instance, it is often added to foods to help oil and water-based ingredients mix, sweetening or moistening the final product. It can be also used to prevent ice crystals from forming in frozen foods, such as low-fat frozen yogurt, ice cream and other desserts. Glycerin is a common ingredient in pharmaceutical drugs, including heart medication, suppositories, cough remedies and anesthetics. Additionally, you can find vegetable glycerin in toothpaste, as it helps prevent the toothpaste from drying out or hardening in the tube. What’s more, it’s commonly added to soaps, candles, lotions, deodorants and makeup. Vegetable glycerin is generally considered safe. That said, you may experience an allergic reaction if vegetable glycerin is applied directly to your skin — so it’s best to start with a small amount to see how your skin reacts. When ingested, vegetable glycerin may cause headaches, dizziness, nausea, vomiting and excessive thirst in some people (13). Since glycerin is a form of sugar alcohol that your body cannot fully absorb, consuming too much — either alone or through foods — may also lead to gas and diarrhea. E-liquid Flavorings = They sell e-liquid flavorings even at Walmart. It’s just like food flavorings. Nicotine = that should be self explanatory. Most base e-liquid has a nicotine strength of 0mg, 3mg, 6mg, 12mg, 18mg, and 24mg. A cigarette contains 18mg. Now that you know what’s in regular e-liquid..... What is making people so sick is this Vitamin E acetate oil base in these particular vape cartomizers, which coats the lungs, and can cause very severe pneumonia. These cartomizers are being sold by black market distributors (emphasis added), and at present, there’s no way to trace back to the source of these particular items. Now....this IS NOT what the media, nor healthcare officials are reporting! It’s dishonest, and disappointing. I, along with many other people here in just The City of Covington, Georgia alone, have been vaping for years now with no pulmonary issues whatsoever. In fact, any pulmonary issues I had from smoking combustible cigarettes for 30 years, are now gone since I started to vape. Please...Look at this information and think for yourselves.

Perrin Lovett: A Global Failure, Not a Progressive Collapse

Given my headline (mine, unless editorially altered), one might assume this column regards the accelerating economic decay or the impending general political cataclysm. It does not; my apologies. An alternative, or modifying, title might well be “The Demise of World Trade Center Tower Seven.” You will, I trust, remember that event, occurring eighteen years ago, this week.

It is well known that the United States DOES NOT negotiate with terrorists. That is why, following the longest and least successful war in American/United States history, “your” government is currently negotiating with the Taliban regarding the surrender (to the Taliban) of Afghanistan. USA! USA!

The Afghan Taliban, along with Osama Bin Laden, Saddam Hussien, perhaps Mossad, SIS, and the CIA, and possibly even elements of SPECTRE, may have been the proverbial “some people” who “did something,” in the parlance of an elected official I don’t think I’m any longer allowed to reference. That said, on September 11, 2001, the United States was attacked in spectacular fashion. (Those over forty may vaguely recall). Thousands died and prominent buildings were destroyed. One of them - the one you’re supposed to have completely forgotten, if ever you heard of it in the first place - was WTC7, aka the Salomon Brothers Building (alt., 1988-2001). You may also recall that it was embarrassingly announced collapsed IN ADVANCE of the actual event and despite obvious video evidence to the contrary.

Oops… BBC/Someone’s Twittering…

The general public long ago accepted, without question, the official narrative of what happened to WTC 1 & 2 (the Pentagram and a Penn. farm field), that being whatever the breeze blows in at any given time. Regarding WTC7, not much, officially, has ever been stated. FEMA largely passed on the issue, leading the NIST to issue a series of pseudo-reports which kinda-sorta pinned the blame for the collapse on the shifting of one single steel beam at one single juncture. And, FIRE! Something like that. Plausible alternative explanations were merely written off as “unlikely,” because… well, just because. Not that anyone, in the nearly two intervening decades, has cared much - if at all. Until now…

Dr. Leroy Hulsey, Ph.D., of the University of Alaska, Fairbanks, and his team with the Institute of Northern Engineering (INE) have issued a preliminary abstract report and a press release concerning their extensive investigation into the Tower Seven collapse. 

This is a study of the collapse of the 47-story World Trade Center Building 7 (WTC7) at 5:20 P.M. on September 11, 2001.

The objective of the study was threefold: (1) Examine the structural response of WTC 7 to fire loads that may have occurred on September 11, 2001; (2) Rule out scenarios that could not have caused the observed collapse; and (3) Identify types of failures and their locations that may have caused the total collapse to occur as observed.

The full report is due in November, after a two-month period of public commentary. Learn more about the process at the INE website. This investigation probes the hard questions and the improbabilities and goes into much greater depth and physical detail than did the NIST review. 

INE Draft Report, page 7.

For the “knock your socks off” experience, 

Or, if you’re not into 126-page engineering reports (do I know you, or what?), then at least skip to the conclusion, pages 111 - 112:

It is our conclusion that the collapse of WTC 7 was a global failure involving the near simultaneous failure of all columns in the building and not a progressive collapse involving the sequential failure of columns throughout the building.

Despite simulating a number of hypothetical scenarios, we were unable to identify any progressive sequence of failures that could have taken place on September 11, 2001, and caused a total collapse of the building, let alone the observed straight-down collapse with approximately 2.5 seconds of free fall and minimal differential movement of the exterior.

What does this mean? In essence, it means that the official narrative (as always) was dead wrong. That, by itself, would only suggest gross incompetence in and by “your” government. Who, really, even needs the suggestion? It’s the extrapolated ramifications that should set off alarms. Absent heat and/or stress failure, what brought the building down? The ready if the unpopular answer is “controlled demolition.” That would have had to have been planned and prepared aforehand. Who? Why? Cui bono?

All of this, I leave to your esteemed… Oh. Muh. Gawd. I just remembered - it’s football season! Kindly disregard everything I’ve just written, grab your favorite intoxicant(s), and report to your nearest electric mind control telescreen. Towers down and goal to go!*

*You also have that cool election a-coming next year, wherein everything will finally be fixed. Yeah! That's it...

09 September 2019

Bess Tuggle's Memoirs of Surviving Children: Thing 4 (The Baby)

This is one that boggles my mind to this day.  I may be a little slow on occasion, but there’s still things that make me shake my head and think “Really?!?”  Time to take my baby down the road...

The baby, Thing 4, was in high school.  He was old enough to be in high school, but not old enough to have his driver’s license yet, so that should give you a good enough idea of his age range.

During this time he usually rode the bus to school, but I picked him up after school.  I don’t think it was a “status” thing with him (I drove a really crappy car back then), it was more of a “Mama, be late so I can hang out with my friends” thing.

I worked for a local law office at the time about 5 minutes from the school.  My time was mostly spent in the office, so I could “take my lunch” to pick up my kid, but on rare occasions I got to go to court.  I –loved- going to court.  Court is nothing like you see on television and I found it intriguing.  Really good days were when I got to get out of the office and go on one of those “field trips.”

Just one little problem.  Thing 4 always expected to be picked up from school and most judges don’t take kindly to someone leaving their court room before a case is brought to a close.  The boss usually doesn’t either.

I was assisting on one case that seemed to drag on, and on, and on…  I looked at my watch, knew I was late to pick up Thing 4, and also knew there wasn’t anything I could do about it.  No cell phones allowed in the court room.  I was a panicked wreck before court finally adjourned.

A teacher finally approached my Thing because of my tardiness, took him to the front office, and asked if he knew anyone else that could come get him.  (As an aside, I find it ironic that they could have cell phones in school, but we couldn’t have them in court)  He thought for a bit and finally answered “Gramma.”

Okay!  We have a back-up!

School staff asked him “What’s gramma’s name?”  He answered “Gramma.”  This went back and forth several times, hints and/or questions included, and he still kept answering “Gramma.”

I finally, late, made it to the school and he was standing there all alone because he couldn’t think of Gramma’s name or phone number.

HIS UNCLE WAS A TEACHER AND COACH AT HIS SCHOOL!!!  And the connection never occurred to him.  It just boggles my mind…

I got to the school eventually, listened to the whole story, and have drilled important information into him and his brothers ever since.  “What’s my name?”  “What’s Gramma’s name?”  “What’s my maiden name?” None of the boys’ knew my maiden name, but they do now; how in the world do you answer security questions without knowing your mother’s maiden name, your first pet…

My baby is now a Marine Sergeant, husband, and father.  I’d bet a dollar against anyone that has the guts to play chess with him.  I’d bet two against playing laser chess.

I wouldn’t bet one red cent on him if you asked him my maiden name right now.

- Bess Tuggle

04 September 2019

Perrin Lovett: Just Another Ordinary Fencepost Hole

Larry’s Small Farm in New Hampshire, Saturday, August 31, 2019, 9:04 AM…


Bert watched his mother and his sisters ease down the long driveway to the road. He listened until the hum of the Sequoia’s V8 faded away. Then he ran down to the barn, finding “Little” Larry (all six-foot, three inches of him) digging around under the F-250 bed cover.
‘Lar! They’re off. Bet they won’t be back until the mall closes.’
‘Kay, Bubba. I got everything we need. Let’s go find dad.’
Larry, Jr., recently turned eighteen, and his younger-by-three-years brother rolled gently into the back field, headed towards the distant clump of firs and junipers in the far corner above the woods and just uphill from the creek.
‘They changed the story about the Texas shooter. Again.’ Bert read headlines from his phone. ‘Now, they say it wasn’t random and he spoke to the FBI first. No white supremacy links either.’
‘Yeah. They do that. They’ll change it again. Next, he’ll be a black zionist working for the FBI. Then, they’ll move on to the next one. Dad says they need better scriptwriters.’
‘Is that a red flag or a false flag?’
‘False. But, one leads to the other. Or, it will. That’s why we’re doing our um, fence work today.’
Larry, Jr. slowed as he passed a row of newly dug post holes and a stack of heavy timbers. Behind a large cedar, the boys caught a glimpse of their father, already at work. Big Larry, Larry, Sr., was raising the auger out of a new hole when he noticed the truck approaching. After carefully clearing the PTO assembly, he pulled the John Deere 4052M out of the way and shut it off. He met his boys at the tailgate. 
‘I take it the women are off and shopping?’
Junior answered, ‘Yes, sir. They left about five minutes ago.’
‘Good. We’ll have plenty of time. We can even get another section of actual fence up.’
Bert was still a little puzzled about the logistics and the secrecy. ‘Dad, why can’t we tell mom or Brooke or Liv? Kind of feels like we’re sneaking around.’
‘Well, son, we are. For this operation, the fewer who know anything, the better. Women have a way of … talking about things. We’re not asking for permission or forgiveness. We’re men. We do what we have to without resort to pointless discussion. Especially with something as critical as this.’ He paused as Larry, Jr. pulled the bed cover back. ‘Well, men. Let’s see here. Larry, for your brother’s benefit, why don’t you walk us through what we have? Kind of explain as you load ‘er up’
‘Okay, dad.’ Junior lowered a large black plastic tube to the ground, standing it upright. He unscrewed and removed the lid. ‘This is the Mono Vault. The big one. Now, all we do is fill it with goodies. Start passing me those long flat bags, Bubba.’
‘Are these the new guns we just shot last week?’
‘Why are they sealed up now?’
‘We cycled ‘em to make sure they work. Then, I cleaned the heck out of ‘em. Dad and I soaked ‘em in Cosmoline and vacuum-sealed them last night while you distracted the women. Wicked good job, I’d say.’
Junior lowered the arsenal into the tube - an H&K 416 A5 chambered in 5.56mm, a 417 A2 in 7.62 x 51 NATO, and a Benelli M4 tactical 12-gauge shotgun. 
 ‘The bags keep them dry?’
‘The vault should do that. The grease and the vacuum will keep them from rusting. Thanks, brother, those smaller bags too, now.’
Two H&K pistols, both in .45ACP and both similarly protected, were added. Then came the ammunition - 1,000 rounds of 5.56, 400 rounds of 7.62, 100 rounds of buckshot, and 400 rounds of .45ACP - all neatly packaged. Everything fit perfectly with room to spare.
‘Where’d all this stuff come from? And, whose idea was this?’
Larry laughed. ‘Same answer for both questions - your uncle Thomas. He says that with all that’s happening, it’s time to start caching. He provided the Mono Vault and the guns. Amazon sells the tubes in all sizes and… PVC pipe will work too if they start banning more than guns. And the guns, any good store has. Uh… Tom kindly provided all these, sans any contact or paper trail. He says it’s best not to have any trace of the purchase or ownership. Period.’
‘Well, how’d he get them?’
‘Son, I learned a long time ago that it’s better not to question Tom’s methods. Okay, let’s add the rest now.’
A few more bags and a coffee can rounded out most of the space. Junior continued the explanation. ‘That’s a cleaning kit, magazines, some spare parts, slings and holsters, and a few survival items. Knives and water tablets, etc. Not sure what was in that black bag. Dad?’
‘Another gift from your uncle. Probably auto sears or something for the rifles. A grenade? Better not to know sometimes. Oh! And, I have a few more little things to top it off!’
Larry proudly added a travel humidor full of Cuban Cohibas (also from Tom), a cutter, lighter, and matches, and a bottle of 18-year-old Oban Scotch Whisky. With everything in place, they closed the primary lid and carried the vault to the waiting hole. Larry explained it’s creation,
‘Boys, I’m glad I didn’t have to switch to the backhoe. No big rocks, luckily. I dug out five adjoining holes to match the diameter of the vault with some extra space on the sides. There’s a little dirt down at the bottom. If you could get that, Bert. Thanks.’ He watched as Bert manually lowered some post hole diggers into the ground. ‘Should be a perfect fit. The vault is forty-five inches deep, or tall, and my bit is forty-eight. I  bumped it a little deeper with the hydraulics for a margin. Anyway, it all worked great.’
Bert finished routing out the hole and they lowered the vault into place. Next, they backfilled around the edges, adding several bags of gravel at Larry’s instruction. 
‘It’s very important to keep good drainage. Water can cause these things to buoy up and float. It shouldn't be a problem with our good soil. Anyway, my going a little deeper will keep the frost away from the lid.’
With the fill added, they lowered and sealed the heavy outer shield lid. That, they covered with about two inches of dirt. 

03 September 2019

Bess Tuggle's Memoirs of Surviving Children: Miscommunication

Miscommunication is a fact of life.  While it may cause embarrassment, stress or anger at the time, it’s usually pretty funny in retrospect.  Thought I’d share a few as my mind wanders down memory lane, in no particular chronological order.  

When my boys were little we had a pet snake.  A ball python, named Chester (I can write his name because neither he nor his family could read, and he’s long deceased).  One evening Thing 4 had him out playing with him while I was in the loft doing homework.  Everyone was happy until I heard “Mama!  Mama!  Chester got in the couch under the cushions!  Can I cut it to get him out?”  Of course, I said yes.  Chester was a favorite of mine, too.  I thought Thing 4 was pulling the cushions off and cutting a hole out under them to get the snake.  Nope!  He cut the whole back of the couch open, which was visible to the kitchen.  He got the snake, I got in trouble.

Since I’m on Thing 4.. there was one time he needed a plug for some reason or another.  I really can’t remember what he was working on, but I do remember him calling (I was at school in the loft again) and asking me if he could cut the plug off the cord of the old sewing machine.  I had two in the living room, one old and broken, one new and working.  I told him “Yes,” and of course he cut the cord off the new one.  

A college classmate came to visit years ago, and because I had to work, he just tagged along with me.  It wasn’t a big thing.  Most of the time I spent the days in the office alone until the boys came in from school.  On this particular day the boss radioed me to bring a well pump to a job site.  Please note, I can get lost in a wet paper bag.  He, the boss, gave me directions close to the site but told me to radio him when I reached a certain traffic light.  I found myself, along with my classmate, in a hot pickup truck at a busy traffic light in Conyers.  When I radioed whether I should turn left or right the boss answered “South.”  My classmate fell out laughing.

My husband and I decided to Honeymoon in Ohio.  Yes, I said Ohio.  It wasn’t the first marriage for either of us, but it was his chance to see where I grew up when I was little and meet some more of the family.  We stayed with my grandmother, “Ma,” and had a wonderful visit, but the first night we were there they had a bit of a shock.  My husband and I both enjoy our beer, which was not a big thing (Ohio has a bar on every corner like Covington has a bank, church, or convenience store) but he called out to me “Honey!  Where’s my coozie?”  Complete silence from my Aunt and Ma.  Just the look on Ma’s face…  While we in the South refer to a “coozie” as something to keep our beer cold, it’s completely different up North – it’s a reference to female genitalia.  Once explained, we all laughed, but that was a –long- moment of uncomfortable silence for me.

I’d end this one writing about miscommunications between my mother and I, but guess I’m gonna have to skip that one.  She just started speaking to me again.

Until next time, Friends!

- Bess Tuggle 

02 September 2019

An Interview with the Mayor

 By MB McCart, Editor

Recently I had the opportunity to sit down with the Mayor of Covington, Ronnie Johnston, in a wide-ranging interview in which we discussed several different topics & issues. As y'all know, I'm all about keeping it REAL & felt as if I did so with this discussion. I'm just going to type out my notes in kind of a stream-of-consciousness style. Enjoy. 

Mayor Ronnie Johnston

Independent Testing of Ethylene Oxide (EtO) 

- discussed the legion field meeting

- contact w/ state EPD & federal EPA

- "...we decided we were NOT going to wait on anybody or trust anybody else with this...looking for the most independent testing as timely as possible...

- 2 proposals were entertained for the independent testing. City ended up going w/ Montrose as the company to perform this independent testing.

- the independent testing canisters will total 10 w/ 4 right next to Bard.

- Johnston said the city was glad they got proactive & acted quick as now there is a shortage for these testing canisters as both the EPD & EPA are waiting to get these on back order. Montrose, fortunately, already had plenty on hand.

- the testing will be over a 7-day period w/ 42 samples collected.

- Johnston also said (and provided documentation) that the testing method utilized by Montrose is much better technology.

- looking at 6 to 8 week time frame for the gathering & collection of samples & then the subsequent testing.

- "very proud of the council & staff.

- Total Price Tag? Approx $66K

What about the past? 80s, 90s etc?

- "All I can say is if you believe you have a concern about this, or a claim, talk to a lawyer & go get 'em."

Town Center 

- the road has been done from the back side on City Pond Rd. Can actually drive in from that side.

- 2 firm commitments from two hotels.

- the CEO of a 'Major Grocery Chain' flew into Covington a few weeks ago & things are looking promising.

What about the chirping & noise in the system about how the city got hosed on this thing?

- the apartments had to buy the land to the tune of $200K / acre. The developer has spent approx $14 million to date so far ( a lot of granite & rock on that site) per Johnston.

3 Ring 

- "Quite the ride...lots of ups & downs..."

Is it dead in the water?

- an emphatic NO.

But that Stop-Work Order, though?

- improper erosion controls, etc. According to the mayor, that is about to be remedied. "Steel is already on site; large portion of site already graded."

The Liens?

- "yeah...two of 'em apparently. Both have been paid & released."

So What's the Problem?

- "...this developer had major experience with hotels & shopping centers but...maybe not so much with a movie studio...but then again, hardly anyone does...I think he may have overestimated his ability to get capital for such a unique project..."

Any comments about one of his opponents?

"I like Steve [Horton], think a lot of 'em...he was city manager my first two years in office. I think have different visions for Covington." 


I'm supposed to be interviewing Minister Eric Threets this week, so be on the lookout for that soon.

Former city manager Steve Horton declined my request for an interview.

Alright, friends, until next time.

- MB McCart

31 August 2019

An Editorial by the Editor: Barbara Dingler Must Resign

Constitutional Officer of Newton Co., GA, USA & its Tax Commissioner, Barbara Dingler, has served a very long time here in the home county.

Frustrations, complaints, and general ill feelings have been directed towards this office for many years.

Just last month, as I was waiting for what would eventually become over an hour because there were only 3 windows out of the 14 "open for business, "  I texted our esteemed 5th District Commissioner Ronnie Cowan this:

"...the tag office is a TOTAL encapsulation of all that is wrong w/ Newton Co government..."

This constitutional office is responsible for all things taxes in our political subdivision, including the Tax Assessor's office & many other things.

Then, with recent news of the IRS coming down hard on George & Josh Hart & OCHO, we're reminded of the fact that this lady has yet again failed at her job. $500K worth of unpaid property taxes by this crowd. It's been documented & in the public discourse for several years.

But yet nothing ever gets done...

Well, friends, I - for one - am damn sick & tired of it, and I hope you are too.

I know too many folks who break their backs every year to get their grossly-misspent & way-too-high property taxes paid & then...then, they witness crap like this.


And that's the $.02.


Marshall "MB" McCart


P.S. And remember, here in Newton, you still have to pay that extra surcharge if you dare be so bold as to use a credit or debit card to have the pleasure of giving your yearly tribute/protection money to the crown. 

30 August 2019

2019 UGA Football Preview

* Cross-posted at Go You Silver Britches

Friends, it's finally here. UGA football is back.

The Braves have been great to watch, and we continue to expect big things from this wonderful, motley crew. But MLB is not CFB, is it?

So...the Rammer Jammers have broken our hearts twice in as many years (and 3 times in 7). 

To that, I say: To Hell with  Alabama!

Damn, I hate that crowd. And Saban?...What an Asshole!

Enough about that, dammit, this isn't an Alabama post. No, this is a Georgia post, but I think we all know that 'Bama will  be a key part of the story, in that, we'll have to beat the fuckers this year if we shall achieve what we want/should/need to achieve.

This is my 7th year doing a UGA Football Preview. The first time was in 2013 for "About Covington to Madison" magazine. In that Summer of 2013, I predicted a UGA National Championship. Yeah -  ha ha. For the record, that was kind of a consensus pick at the time (Keep Calm & Qauyvon On!). Little did we know that we'd soon be running into a buzz saw against Clemson, then notch two of the greatest victories in program history (USCe & LSU), before witnessing the dumpster fire that would become our once-vaunted season due to an unbelievable string of injuries & some 1965-style, old-fashioned bad luck.



An Injury.



That's the big concern, naturally. Now granted, we'll probably only need about 175-200 yards per game in the air to reach our mark, but it's all the intangibles that Jake brings to the table that would be the key to realizing our long-overdue reward. SBIV could probably hit those numbers, but could he be The Guy?    

Yessir, we gotta stay healthy. 

The Rundown 

The best O-line in UGA history? Looks that way.

Best D-line? Very likely.

The rest? Yeah, looks like we're good (receiving corps will be fine, I think), and... we're motivated.

Just got to stay healthy. 

That's all I got, folks.

As always, thanks for reading.

- MB McCart