30 September 2019

Newton Co. Kabuki Political Theater Apropos de Tax Commissioner

By MB McCart

I don't think I know Dana Darby but I plan on introducing myself tomorrow with an email since I'm pretty sure she'd be the ORR Official for the office of Tax Commissioner now.

Just looking for the REAL story, folks.

I might also ask about any emails that support her claims in the most recent Sunday, print edition of The Covington News. Because, frankly, a lot of folks simply aren't buying it.

And then today we see the online fluff piece from the aforementioned publication & one really has to wonder about things.

Regardless, I hope Ms. Darby is up for the challenge that is surely coming her way.

We shall see...

- MB McCart

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27 September 2019

Death of an Amalgamated Textile Man: The Sad Tragedy of a Particular Covingtonian

 *this piece has been edited.

Tragedies are commonplace, you hear about them often. And oftentimes we tend to think we're immune to them, but we're really not. Nobody is. They - the tragedies - are always there in the shadows, lurking. Just around the corner. Waiting. Almost Wanting. 

Of course, the tragedies that beset some folks are more in the realm of the coincidental, incidental and/or accidental, and naturally those are the ones that tend to bother us the most, so  when we see one such as the one we've recently seen here in the home city with a certain, late gentleman, it might not strike us to the core like some others, so therefore it's very easy to just block it out, sweep it under the rug, but it still affects us, and can have a heavy effect  on our lives, and on our thoughts. 

Our story begins with a man named George. A man who lived a life. He was raised up by his folks. Went to school. Moved to C-town & created a multi-multi-million dollar business. A business of what? Cloth. Rags, moreover, amalgamated textiles! Who'd've thought it?! He did. He built up his business, went national, and then international. It was something alright...

As for the man himself. He, too, was something.

Those brilliant, shimmering blue eyes. That easy going demeanor, and smile. To many, he came across as arrogant, conceited, maybe even. To me, even as a kid, he came across as something of a politician. But, he was always nice to me. Hell, I liked him...

Through the years, even recently, I always enjoyed running into him. The last time was a while back at the grocery store. He asked about my Mom with what seemed like a genuine sense of compassion. It meant a lot to me, it really did. I almost wrote one of my handwritten letters to thank him, but I never got around to it.

At some point years ago, something happened. He apparently...I don't know...quit giving a fuck? Quit paying his taxes, and - purportedly - it was All. THE. TAXES! Couldn't afford to do so, or maybe he just didn't want to?   

Well, I've been there with both instances a time or two. Perhaps some of y'all have as well? 


He'd been in the news a few times over the years locally about his alleged knack for not paying property taxes for several years to the tune of well north of a half a million dollars. Presumably, a Newton Co. Constitutional Officer resigned over it, though that's not the "official" narrative.

But then the news broke a few weeks ago about his issues w/ the US government, the IRS in particular, and...well, the rest as the say - was history.

Suicide is thought by many to be the ultimate act of selfishness. A total cop-out, and I'm not necessarily inclined to disagree with that sentiment, but people, I won't lie to you - when I first heard the news on Tuesday from one of the fellow ToNt0 Chiefs, my mind automatically & instantaneously turned to a Filter song from the mid 90's, it was an homage to Kurt Cobain.

And, really, that's where I'm still at.

He messed up, royally, it seems.

But what, he was gonna go bankrupt? Go to jail (if the reports were true that failure to pay withholding taxes already collected was one of the reasons why the IRS seized the assets of his company & changed the locks)?

Well, friends, I just don't think that was his style.

Regardless of anything else, the man lived a life. He worked hard, he did very well with his business, but then something happened. One would think he had a plan for it all, but apparently he didn't. He then did a thing that he thought was the only course of action, even if most of us find it abhorrent.

It's all so very sad, no doubt, but it doesn't cancel out an entire life. That life - his life -  happened. It's there. And all of the millions of little - and big - things associated with it, predicated on it, incumbent upon it, as well as realized, experienced & lost due to it, doesn't change the reality of this situation. It can't. Because it happened, it is therefore so, for better or for worse.

You hate it for the folks left behind. The family, especially his sweet wife, and too the employees of his company, and for that matter, the taxpayers of the home county. But, it still doesn't change anything previously mentioned.

And that, to me, is the rub. That's the real story. Life's tough & we're all gonna die. Everyone makes mistakes, and some of us make really big mistakes. But we've all got to pay the ultimate debt eventually, but sometimes some of us will exercise the proverbial acceleration clause, and, sadly, that's just how it goes.

P.S. A quick add-on (9/27): this piece still doesn't change the fact that I was, and remain, quite pissed off about this entire thing. There's so many folks out there that bust ass every October & December to make those property tax payments & here he was just not paying them. Of course, we never really know what's going on with somebody's life unless we have direct information, but it doesn't matter. He skirted his responsibilities. He failed miserably on that front.

However, the real anger I have is directed towards that aforementioned Constitutional Officer, Barbara Dingler, the retiring Newton Co. Tax Commissioner. She totally & absolutely failed everybody with this thing. 


- Marshall McCart | 26 September '19

26 September 2019

Ellis Millsaps - The View From Porterdale: Let It Bleed V

The View From Porterdale

I see now one of the dumbest products ever invented and advertised on television.  I don't recall what it costs-- most likely 19.95-- but it's a miracle solution for a non-existent problem.

 An attractive woman appears saying how nice it is to have a glass of wine when she gets home. It's that first glass that's the best she says and” wine just doesn't taste as good the day after it's opened, What if you didn't have to open it at all?” 

Then she demonstrates a device which consists of a hollow needle being plunged through the cork. She then pours the wine at what must be a slow trickle, removes the needle and voila! the cork reseals.

This is wrong for many reasons. Oxidation-- exposure to air--  is what turns a tanic, sour, fermented juice into something drinkable, in some cases delightful.  Traditionally wines were stoppered with real cork which allowed for slow oxidation and Improvement of flavor over years, sometimes many as with the great Bordeauxs and Burgundies. 

 Californians have greatly changed this process, oxidizing wines in large swirling vats, greatly expediting the process. I'll end this Winemaking 101 introductory lecture by saying it’s going to make  negligible difference in the taste of most wines if one leaves the bottle unopened overnight. Unless your wine is way past its prime and on the verge of turning to vinegar, it's taste will only slightly be changed, probably improved, buy aeration. I'm reminded of the scene in “The Jerk” in which a wine steward presents a nouveau-riche Steve Martin with a legendary Burgundy. “1963,” he says, “ take this back and bring us some fresh wine.”

 And even if that were not the case you could save your twenty bucks and shipping by just putting the damn cork back in the bottle. Just turn the cork upside down from the way it came out and press with the heel of your hand. 

Equally bad idea with potentially far worse consequences: Turo. “ Turo is better than renting [ [a car]  from a rental company, because with Turo you're renting from a real person.” 

No it isn't. Somebody decided that since Airbnb worked so well with houses, let's do the same thing with cars. They didn't think it through very well.

 Let's talk some baseball. We used to be told to” square around’  to bunt, i.e. turn 90° and face the pitcher with the bat held horizontally at chest level. Now batters, usually pitchers, just stick the bat out over the plate.

 I suspect the reason for this is an unwillingness to expose that much more of one's body to a 95 mph fastball. There are no pads over one’s front; they're on the arms and shins,the side  and back of the head.

 When hitters squared around to bunt in the old days they had much better bat control. Many more bunted for hits.  In the sixties Maury Wills bunted for doubles. He’d lay down a perfect one, beat It out, and then steal second.

 New rule, and one that should be enacted tomorrow. Every time a batter adjusts his batting gloves between pitches he must give $100 to the local homeless shelter.

 Finally:return of the cranky English major. Remember a few months back when I was ranting about the recent trend of people pointlessly inserting “actually” in responses to questions? I recently read a review of “Dreyer's English and Utterly Correct Guide to Clarity and Style”, by Benjamin Dreyer, longtime copy chief at Random House. It's being compared to “Elements of Style.”  As to when one should use the word actually, Dreyer says never.

- Ellis Millsaps

24 September 2019

Perrin Lovett: “Robbery in Progress at 33 Liberty Street!”

...Said no policeman ever. 

“In globalist Amerika, banks rob you!” - old Russian joke (and true).

So, early last week, interesting news broke that the New York Federal Reserve Bank was deploying a little cash in order to maintain interest rates. When one eases quantitatively, the quantities are relative. It turns out “a little” equals about (or, easily could equal about) $2,300,000,000,000 (two trillion, three-hundred billion dollars). Chump change, right? Back to the climate hoaxes and football rape telethons!

But, this is serious. On Monday, September the 16th, the NY Fed started pumping $75 Billion per day into the commercial banks. This will continue through and until October 10th. That’s $1.875 Trillion right there. As a bonus, the crooks, er, the Fed will also spring $420 Billion in REPO BUCKS!!! (like a lottery game or something)(14 days X $30 Billion per day) in an attempt to gift yet more free fake money to the constituent ownership of the Fed. If this seems to you a tad self-serving, then you’re on to something.

All of this is happening during what we are assured are the very best of economic times. And, again, it’s all taking place in a span of less than a month. !Poof! Just like that the banksters have another $2.3 Trillion to play with, waste, or hoard. Temporally - and this is really fun stuff - $2.3 Trillion was the value of the entire economy as recently as 1950. In other words, what took previous generations 174 years to accumulate, the Fed just summons up out of the Dark Crystal instantly. This is why I now refer to what passes as practical economics as “sorcery.” There’s no other label that fits.

What’s the deal with the rates? The Fed, in acts of utter desperation to forestall a depression or worse, is lower borrowing rates towards zero. Then, they’ll go negative. How far into negative territory doesn’t really matter. Interest rates are the cost, the price of borrowing money - how much the money is itself worth as a stand-alone item. Negative rates indicate a situation worse than worthlessness, of positively detrimental values. The total fulfillment (and beyond) of Gresham’s Law. 

The news suggests how bad things are. If the Fed adjusts rates downwards, but then has to bribe the banks to take the cheaper money, then that means the effective rates are already even lower and falling. It’s like robbing Peter, so they can afford to rob Paul. Literally anyone else would be in jail. Ask Bernie Madoff. Excuses aplenty will be quietly provided. The dog ate my liquidity, Mrs. Wall Street! You may safely believe whichever of them you like. Just know that all of it is a sham. 

Still Dee-lighted, gents? Cartoon by Robert Minor, St. LouisPost-Dispatch, 1911.

Here’s a cute video that accurately explains how QE [pick a number] works:


Yes. A cheap cartoon does as much or more to explain modern macroeconomics than any college class I ever had on the subject. The hard truth hits early, around 25 seconds in: “because the printing money is the last refuge of failed economic empires and banana republics…” Welcome to current year.

Couple this madness with other crushing debts that can and will never be repaid, stock, bond, and commodity degradation, stagnant wages, savings, and net worth, and falling productivity, and the stage is set for a major disaster. It’s almost like the bankster criminals know this and are actively attempting to loot the last bits of value out of the system before it implodes. Hmmm. Better ban e-cigs, right?!

And, it’s not like there’s much real value left. All the hype about the DOW, your 401k, etc. is just that - hype. It’s all of it artificially inflated with completely debt-based fake currency. In a way, what is just another $2.3 Trillion? I’ll tell you what it could be. That’s almost enough to pay off all existing student loans ($1.6 Tn) and all credit card balances ($1 Tn). Of course, that would mean helping the little people and they, honestly, own exactly 0% of the Federal Reserve. That self-serving shit again…

(Ye Olde US Debt Clock. Imaged on 9/21/19; worse now…)

The value… Take a close look at the above picture. So much numeric fun! The average mortgage is now $200k. That’s close to 67 times the total cost of a new house either before 1913 or during and after the depression of the 1930s. The associated debt is worth 6700% more than the nominal value of the underlying thing. That worthlessness I mentioned. The ratio of the total debt ($74 Tn, as calculated here) to the total wealth ($77 Bn) is 964:1 - and that's only counting nebulous bankster profits as “wealth.” Counting family finances yields a similarly depressing ration of 73:1. Averaging those two rations - because I feel like it - gives us a banking system/private family ration of 518:1. Factoring in the government and non-financial businesses does not help. 

What does all this mean? It means that every single item in the economy is based on and measured by fiat. It means there is no real wealth because there is no longer any real money. The actual value (e.g. the gold) was stolen a long time ago. What you have and hold is determined purely by your ability to shed time and labor in servitude to the thieves who made off with the AU and who control both the Fed and the government. It’s like slavery, but with beer and iPhones. When (not if) it falls apart, things will be extremely unpleasant for a huge portion of the population until such time as the economy realigns with reality. That’s why, every day and night, one hears The Trump and the Democratic Buffoonery Brigade endlessly presenting the facts and plausible solutions. It’s why, come next November, you must get out and vote for the Uniparty. They’re too big to fail; you’re not.

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...