Right now, Mayor Patricia A. Lewis and the city council of Granville, West Virginia are probably sipping brandy and snorting lines of weapons-grade rhino horn off of a three thousand dollar coffee table while contemplating their next act of obscene evil.
At least, that’s how I will continue to picture it, as long as the mayor keeps refusing to return my calls like some kind of jilted lover.
It’s over, Trish. I want my stuff.
I’m an agnostic, meaning when it comes to Hell, I hedge my bets. And Mayor Lewis had better hedge hers after the bad craziness surrounding the impending eviction of author Patrick J. Russell. Throwing a blind man and his wife out of their home and into a “polar vortex.” Killing their dogs if a replacement home isn’t found. It’s something you and I would only do under extreme duress and in the throes of a highly theatrical revenge plot.… Read the rest