Just to confirm that small-town politics can be every bit as fierce and sleazy as anything in your big cities, the mayor of Latta, South Carolina, Earl Bullard (really!), fired the town's police chief, Crystal Moore -- who is also an out lesbian -- with what looks like a flimsy excuse. Much temper and bitterness, and also blatant homophobia, caught on tape. And don't worry too much about subtle, Rashomonesque shades of interpretation -- unless you happen to be Mayor Bullard, it's pretty clear who the jerk is in this story.
Ah, you beat me to it. Unfortunately, one of the few powers he still has is declaring a state of emergency, which he steadfastly refused to do in late December when the ice storm knocked out power to vast swathes of the city, in some cases for up to a week, in extraordinarily cold temperatures. I'm still not sure who he thought he was going to make happy with that douche move- certainly not the suburban idiots who elected him, many of whom were featured on the nightly news complaining that a) their house were cold and b) food was spoiling in the fridges and freezers. They seemed incapable of figuring out that they could use the great outdoors as a substitute. Not to discount the seriousness of the situation- many people with limited mobility were effectively stranded in freezing apartments throughout the week. But state of emergency? Oh, no!
Long ago I had a freelance gig editing Penthouse Forum letters, and saw the originals, often hand-written. While many were the fantasies of college boys (a New Haven postmark was a dead giveaway), some were clearly descriptions of real events. Editing smoothed out the halting and confused wording and removed all reference to race, location, and other details that substantiated the stories.
1. The racial makeup of the town council 2. The racial makeup of the folks who came out to protest the firing 3. The gender of the town police chief 4. The outness of the the town police chief
Fuck, guys, this is <i>inland, rural, sandy-pines</i> South Carolina. This is not Charleston.
No wonder the Teapers are so enraged. They are fucking losing. Losing losing losing.</i></i>
Look, just because South Carolina is the world&#039;s largest insane asylum doesn&#039;t mean you elect the inmates to office!
There is some high-powered toxic Derp in there.
Hey, my brother&#039;s collection of Penthouse helped make a man of me. A coincidentally gay man, but still.
Rob Ford, is that you?
Ah, you beat me to it. Unfortunately, one of the few powers he still has is declaring a state of emergency, which he steadfastly refused to do in late December when the ice storm knocked out power to vast swathes of the city, in some cases for up to a week, in extraordinarily cold temperatures. I&#039;m still not sure who he thought he was going to make happy with that douche move- certainly not the suburban idiots who elected him, many of whom were featured on the nightly news complaining that a) their house were cold and b) food was spoiling in the fridges and freezers. They seemed incapable of figuring out that they could use the great outdoors as a substitute. Not to discount the seriousness of the situation- many people with limited mobility were effectively stranded in freezing apartments throughout the week. But state of emergency? Oh, no!
Long ago I had a freelance gig editing Penthouse Forum letters, and saw the originals, often hand-written. While many were the fantasies of college boys (a New Haven postmark was a dead giveaway), some were clearly descriptions of real events. Editing smoothed out the halting and confused wording and removed all reference to race, location, and other details that substantiated the stories.
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1. The racial makeup of the town council 2. The racial makeup of the folks who came out to protest the firing 3. The gender of the town police chief 4. The outness of the the town police chief
Fuck, guys, this is <i>inland, rural, sandy-pines</i> South Carolina. This is not Charleston.
No wonder the Teapers are so enraged. They are fucking losing. Losing losing losing.</i></i>