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Placeholder by JS Moore and _______ (finished September 2, 2024
Pause… the new mayor is a reprobate
A charlatan, a gifted fake
Ubiquitous where malady makes plan
Learned, groomed by the east man
Matriculated first in glade springs
Ouroboros squeezing humanity
Never ceasing yet uncanny
The serpent has marching orders
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Given by willie — the money insane -
Oh that driven to success mclain
Mends fences, fathers many a child
Every see eff oh i’ll ever know lines up with the see eey oh
Rending rock cairns with a scythe and so
You quietly take their lumps out in the wild.
August 31st, 2024 without a real plan I set out early with my loyal cattle dog to explore the yard sales and flea markets of Saturday morning. Wanell thrives when a part of her pack and it’s kind of like mowing a gigantic lawn with many fixtures to factor in so we don’t have a set path but just get in our Ford Bronco Heritage model and go. Two mornings prior the Mayor-elect and I broke bread at Two Dad’s restaurant at the Five Points of downtown Kingsport in a building which served for decades as John Greene’s gambling joint. This location is also a frisbee throw away from another regional landmark called Church Circle. But we did meet around 8:30am on the 29th of August and had a civil discussion about the area’s rich and unique history and I congratulated him on his sound defeat of Collete George, Tim Sanders, and Sara Buchanan. He shared about his upbringing, his own children, parenting style and his plans to visit the Grand Canyon with his son Curtis after being sworn in as newly elected and first black Mayor of the Model City. We’d had lunch together at La Carreta some months earlier before the municipal election had been settled also. I’d asked for this meeting to confirm a rumor of a meeting between Senator Jon Lundberg, Judge Jim Goodwin, and himself and got the confirmation without a written confession, of course. Now — personally — I would not expect a business owner to sabotage their own financial situation with the elites in town by asking for a sworn affidavit. That would be my final act if I were desperate. No, it’s rare for me to ask anyone for assistance of any kind. But here I was with a broken wrist and jacked up knee from a run in with the Kingsport police whom were — in essence — following the direction of their watch commander whom got their marching orders from these three powerful sycophants. I’d also asked for this meeting with him to sit down to actually deal a few hands, too, if you will. If these men are staking all they have including their careers on the safe bet they can shut me down or shut me up then I’m gonna sit down at their table and address them directly. Why the hell not? And I’m going to document what transpires. My friend Harry had two words for these men, but he could never had sat at their table. Harry would have flipped the table cards, bills, deeds, watches, gold coins and all and I’ll wager would have been arrested straight away. (To Be Continued…)
Suggested Listening: Along Comes Mary by The Association and Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen
From the book Renting Pews by JS Moore (Read it as it’s written on both Medium or exclusively at Understanding Apples Press on FB…)
