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Dog dies in house fire, Knoxville Fire Department says

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Dog dies in house fire, Knoxville Fire Department says

KNOXVILLE, Tenn. (WVLT) – Officials with the Knoxville Fire Department said a dog died in a house fire Wednesday afternoon. Emergency crews responded to the fire in South Knoxville just after 3 p.m. Wednesday, according to KFD. KFD said fire was coming from the front corner of the home when crews arrived on the scene. […]

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Conditions were especially bad in company-​owned towns, where a majority of the country's miners lived during the 1920s and 1930s, and remained that way to a large degree into the 1940s. Brian Kelly notes that in Alabama, epidemics caused by unsanitary conditions and unsafe drinking water ended up affecting productivity Hevener describes conditions in Harlan County, Kentucky, an important coal mining area. While housing varied considerably from camp to camp, "the county's provisions for sanitation, disease prevention, and health care were generally poor". Few of the outdoor privies were sanitary. Since these towns were controlled by coal companies, the responsibility and decisions were theirs. Hevener notes that it was only during World War II, when one-​third of Harlan County's military draftees were rejected because of venereal disease, that the county became the last in Kentucky to form a health department.

However, the biggest grievances of miners and their families were over company control of all facets of non-​working life. Company stores and payment in scrip rather than cash were major issues, especially in West Virginia and Alabama mining towns. Boyd notes that they played only a small role in Ohio and Illinois, places where mining camps tended to be closer to established towns. Although company stores were illegal in Pennsylvania, Rochester claims that many companies there got around the law by setting up subsidiaries. As John Brophy relates in his description of his upbringing in Pennsylvania coal country, prices were considerably higher at the company stores, "and if a miner got caught bringing in things he had bought out of town, he might get fired".

Company housing was also a central issue, even in those rare instances when its quality was good. Shifflett, whose work leans heavily on company-​sponsored oral history, misses the point when he describes the physical conditions as often superior to those that rural families had experienced before they came to the mines. Yes, and slaves before the Civil War often ate better than northern urban workers—​a "fact" that apologists for slavery often asserted in defense of the institution—​though this did little to diminish slaves' desire for freedom. Company leases were draconian, although judges always ruled that they had been signed freely. If a worker went on strike, had visitors (especially unionists), died, went looking for another job, or did not buy enough at a company store, he was liable to eviction. The company always knew where you were. Occasionally, company agents and thugs pulled sick miners out of bed and sent them to work. In Alabama mining towns, they were called "Shack Rousters".

In virtually all mining towns, the control by the companies was absolute. The political offices of the towns, including that of the police chief, were almost always controlled by the mine owners. Policemen themselves were often subsidized by the mining companies. Police and company guards would force any stranger who could not explain his or her business sufficiently to leave town. In Verna, Harlan County, Kentucky, for example, the sheriff pistol-​whipped a job applicant because he came from an adjacent union community. Companies also often controlled the post office. During a 1931–​32 Harlan County coal miners' strike, owners cut off the delivery of "the miners' favorite newspaper, the Knoxville News-​Sentinel, because it was critical of local operators". Companies also often selected the teachers, social workers, and ministers. Many company towns were surrounded by barbed wire with a single gate manned by guards. Union organizers when discovered were occasionally murdered. Needless to say, prominent among the stated demands of many mining strikes were the abolition of this pervasive control and the mine-​guard system.

Michael Goldfield, The Southern Key: Class, Race, and Radicalism in the 1930s and 1940s

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1 dead after minivan crashes into Iowa nursing home

KNOXVILLE, Iowa (WHO) — One person is dead after a minivan crashed into a nursing home in Knoxville Monday afternoon. At around 3:02 p.m. the Knoxville Fire Department responded to a report of a car that had crashed into Accura HealthCare of Knoxville, a nursing home facility, in the 600 block of North 7th Street. According to the Knoxville Police Department, when emergency crews arrived on scene…

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"Park officials say they paused entry to allow fire crews enough room to assess the growing blaze in #SevierCountyTN#SevierCountyTN east of #Knoxville#Knoxville. Guests were eventually allowed reentry within 30 minutes.

According to the Tennessee Department of Agriculture, 20 fire personnel were responding to a blaze roughly two miles (3.2 km) away from Dollywood." WDEF News 12

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Tennessee is approaching a milestone. It will soon be nine months since the U.S. Supreme Court’s Dobbs decision rolled back federal protection of abortion rights and, soon after, Tennessee’s trigger law made abortion illegal in the state — even in cases of rape or incest. While state law does provide an exception for situations in which an abortion will prevent death or serious bodily harm to a pregnant person, it’s a narrow provision, and punishment is very harsh for doctors who can’t prove that an abortion was necessary to save a life.

Some Assembly Required: Department of Children’s Services in Shambles

In the decade preceding Dobbs, Tennesseans had roughly 12,000 abortions per year. Now, nearly nine months after the institution of Tennessee’s strict trigger ban, pregnancies are coming to term that might not have otherwise. Babies will be born as actual humans who need food, medical care and love.

“We the people have a responsibility to raise these children that nobody is raising — that is a big task,” says Fayette County General Sessions Court and Juvenile Court Judge Jim Gallagher, a Republican who is also a member of the Tennessee Council of Juvenile & Family Court Judges. “This is the scary trend that I see. Mamas drop these kids off. Daddies are gone. They drop them off as infants when they’re born, they drop them off when they’re 5, whatever. And I’m not obviously saying all of them, but the ones that come to court. ‘Well Grandma is gettin’ too old. She can’t deal with ’em. She doesn’t have the energy.’ So where are these kids gonna go? Because Mama’s already dropped them off. She can’t pass a drug test. So they go to DCS.”

Before we’re faced with the consequences of the abortion decision on our already severely strained system for taking care of at-risk children, it’s a good time to stop and take a look at how that system is doing.

The short answer? The system is collapsing. 

The Tennessee Department of Children’s Services is the agency responsible for reviewing complaints, investigating a child’s situation and ultimately getting children placed in temporary housing. With roughly 9,000 youth in DCS custody, the system is currently in disarray. In December, the Tennessee Comptroller of the Treasury issued a damning report on the department’s many failures. Another report released earlier this year by the Tennessee Commission on Children and Youth found that Tennessee’s foster children experience the highest levels of instability in the U.S.

“We’re traumatizing kids,” says state Rep. Gloria Johnson (D-Knoxville). “We remove them from their homes because of traumatic situations and then traumatize them further by making them sleep in offices across the state, or rushing them off to foster homes that weren’t fully vetted.”

Turnover of staff at DCS has reached crisis levels — a staggering 56 percent in 2022. Johnson doesn’t mince words about the reason why: “People don’t want to work at a place where you have 52 kids on your caseload, when the standard is 12. You can’t humanely do that work. And if you can’t humanely do your job, no amount of money is going to entice someone to put kids in danger. Social workers are literally traumatized by concerns of not being able to get their caseloads complete.” 

One of the biggest reasons cited by the state audit is a lack of available foster care options. Teenage boys are particularly difficult to find placement for. Social workers report they are making the hard choice of leaving kids in abusive homes, because they have no better alternative to offer. A whistleblowing social worker was fired in 2021 after she clued in the public on kids spending months at a time sleeping on the floor in state office buildings because there was nowhere to discharge them to. These kids reported not having consistent access to food, beds, clothes or showers. “There were recently several teenagers who went for five days without showers,” says Johnson. “All they had for entertainment were coloring books. There’s no television, no computer devices, or anything like that for them.”

In that environment, it’s not surprising that foster kids face a highly disproportionate risk of being incarcerated. Tennessee has a strong foster-to-prison pipeline, and lack of staff means poor oversight of the state’s juvenile detention centers. The DCS audit found that these centers are typically at 100 percent capacity. A 2021 ProPublica investigation into Rutherford County’s detention of children found that 48 percent of juvenile court cases ended with children behind bars — kids as young as 7, and disproportionately Black. DCS inspectors repeatedly failed to intervene despite the county’s frequent and egregious jailing of children.

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SEC Football Stadium Accessibility – Volunteers at University of Tennessee, Knoxville Do it Right!

It was a long weekend at the mining site, resulting in departing home on an early Saturday morning instead of Friday afternoon as we were accustomed. We were tired but after our third flight the beers were flowing, as were our spirits. Single at the time, I did not mind being stuck in any city on any given weekend. Big Sexy AKA Alex and I were sitting at a Toronto, Canada airport terminal sports bar enjoying great conversation and some college football whilst awaiting boarding flights to our home bases. Mine was in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and Big Sexy’s in Nashville, Tennessee.  All the sudden, out of left field, an invite came from Alex: “Come to Tennessee for a game?” Wait! What?!

Immediately rebuffing Alex’s attempt at being a polite Southern gentleman, inviting me down to his neck of the woods, the South, for a SEC college football game, I smiled. And I am a Vols fan too. Hmmm, could it be true? Alex stated: “I assure you in Tennessee we are sincere, if we make an invite it is authentic, it is real. None of that sugar-and-spice, all things nice you find in some other Southern States.” I told Big Sexy that his reply sounded more like sugar-and-spice than ever before. He laughed as he said “Come on down and see for yourself.” At the time Alex made the invite we were working for DeBeers diamond mines in the far north of Canada as management consultants.  Much had changed.

Seven years later, a book about meeting an express train rendering me a quadriplegic published, Alex once again brought up the idea of going to a Vols game.  By this time in my recovery I was comfortable attempting attending a college football game, and all it involved. But the dates just could not work. One year later, a new friend, also in a wheelchair, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, in conversation made an invite to attend a LSU Tigers game. After quickly figuring out her invite was traditional ‘Southern spice’ – also known as BS – it was back to square one. Then a text arrived from Alex. He found a game date, and would it work for me? I replied I was in Europe for summer, would check schedule and advise.

Two weeks later, my summer and fall starting taking shape, and it appeared the weekend Alex wanted to finally see a Volunteers game together, I was free. But I would have a friend joining me. Alex did not mind as he had three tickets and was happy to break another SEC fan’s cherry by attending not only his first SEC college football game, but also his first Volunteers game at Neyland Stadium in Knoxville – home to the 4th largest college stadium in the US, seating capacity 102,455. The finer details still needed to be worked out. For now it was on – me and a friend would be venturing down south to Tennessee to see our first SEC game at Neyland Stadium. We were thrilled to the brim at the idea of the trip.

A few weeks before the game I inquired with Alex to see if our seats were handicap accessible or not. I was aware that Neyland, a very old stadium, has some parts dating from early 1900s, thus making accessibility a potential issue.  Our seats were not accessible, in fact. An idea came to mind. Alex, don’t worry about seating, I will call the Athletic office to see if they can find us some nice accessible seats. I will do a story on the stadium and my experience Doing The Dirty Dishes of life, attending a game there in a wheelchair.  He loved the idea. Well, it turned out, UT-Knoxville did as well. Now, instead of sitting in the nose-bleeds, we were front-and-center, end zone, first row, pro-gratis.

Originally I wrote a letter to the Assoc. Dir. of Athletics for Communication, Tom Satkowiak. He put me in contact with a Manager in event coordination, Angie Doyle. She put me in contact with someone at the ticket office – “Will the ticket man,” self-described, and super helpful. Tickets sorted, not a minute passed, and Angie fired off an email with all the information specifically needed for handicap parking, and direction to special handicap accessible buses that would shuttle us to the stadium.  It was quickly becoming clear I was dealing with a momentous event of serious proportions that would take proper planning and execution. It was also clear the level of professionalism of all UT-K staff was a step ahead.

Angie momentarily sent an email with descriptions of many types events, activities and other pertinent information leading up the game. We would have to arrive early. Early as in 8am or so! I had heard SEC fans liked to party early before noon games but did not think they were serious. Oh yes they were. We arrived at the stadium early that morning, the streets already buzzing with activity. It was fixing to be a hot day too, according to the forecast. We followed Angie’s directions, parking at the Agriculture Campus, where they had a special lot reserved with over 120 parking spots. And it was free, too. Bonus at a time when parking can exceed forty dollars, beers fourteen dollars, etc. at events.

The school’s athletic department has a ‘Game Day’ page where fans can find out upcoming game time, critical updates of any kind, along with stadium rules and regulations. There is an information tab clearly marked for accessible/ADA seating. There you can find information on parking, entry and seating. For those sitting in the upper levels, please check with the ticket office as you may need access to an elevator, which requires a pass. The website also describes the various game day festivities offered – there are many:  The Vol Walk, Band March, Volunteer Village, Tennessee Park, Kickoff Call-In Show and Tailgate Tennessee are a few of the endless activities offered prior to every home game.

The morning of the game we arrived bright and early, securely parking at the Agriculture Campus. The campus was very easy to find; police and event staff could be found every fifteen feet. Within minutes of parking we were in line for special accessible buses that would take us to the stadium. Only ten minutes passed before we were approached, given wristbands to enter and exit transport buses, and readied to board. Since I was traveling with a friend from home, Joe, and a friend from Nashville, Alex, we would need room for three. There was never an issue, at any point – the staff was always more than accommodating. Within thirty minutes of parking our car, we were off to see our first SEC game.

As we embarked on the short drive from our parking lot to Neyland Stadium, excitement was in the air, palpable on the bus and extending well beyond to the endless throngs of people outside, all slowly making their way to the stadium. There was no lack of tailgating everywhere, food and drink abound. They were not joking – it is serious business in Tennessee.  As long as you were wearing orange you were welcome to eat and drink as much as you liked, you were treated like family. Every direction you turned someone in orange was ready to offer a smile, beer, burger or laugh. The hospitality of the people of Tennessee is real – it can be felt.  Finally, fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the stadium.

Luckily we were dropped off close to the ticket office and also gate we needed to enter stadium. As there were large crowds of people gathering near the entrance I asked Alex to please sort out the tickets. Five minutes later Big Sexy appeared with three seats in Section Y9, Seats 4,5,6.  Ready to go, a polite event supervisor approached to inform us of a special medical entrance that would allow for a more convenient way into stadium. Everywhere we turned there was a fan or staff ready to help, incessantly offering any assistance they were able, always with a big Tennessee smile. We followed his directions and minutes later entered the stadium. The excitement in the air could be cut with a knife.

Game time close, Alex, the polite TN host he is, offered up first round of drinks.  At the same time, a gentleman from the main gate following us, two chairs in tow, lead us to our seats. As we entered a blinding sea of orange came upon us. They sat us in the best seats in the house, with amazing views of football play and fan shenanigans, on all sides. John, the host of our section, a Yankee originally from Michigan, had his house in order. The whole game he made sure we had a clear view of the field, as did fellow fans. It was as if we were being treated as VIPs, though we were in all orange and bought a seat like everyone else. Tennessee really knows how to make a couple first-timers feel incredibly welcome.

As could be expected, as with pre-game activities, there were a number of other great Volunteer traditions in order as time to kickoff approached  closer. Only recently had they started selling alcohol at the stadium, resulting simply in higher levels of fanaticism.  Though I am not too sure the fans needed much help. Somehow I couldn’t imagine counting the number of eggs and beers breakfasts served. Oh, with sausage biscuits and gravy, of course. The band began playing on the field – the anticipation of kickoff looming larger. Soon the Field Commander entered – closing out his five-star performance as the band split into a “T” – allowing team to enter field through “T.” All the while, Rocky Top played aloud.

There was no lack of delicious food or drink on the first floor main concourse for purchase. Bathrooms were plentiful; one never a far distance.  Within thirty feet walk of our seats there were two bathrooms, both with handicap accessible stalls.  Thankfully I was spared testing the facilities, though they looked amazingly clean for a stadium that sits over 100K fans. John was the consummate host, always checking in to see how we were doing, seeing if there was anything we needed.  He served as a great photographer as well. A magnificent time was had by all. The game was spectacular; the seats even more so. The fans were the nicest I have ever encountered at a stadium. And we won, double bonus!

Leaving the stadium was just as easy as entering – right in front. We exited the same gate as we entered and within minutes were in line for accessible shuttle buses returning back to the Agriculture Campus.  Fans were orderly and polite, lending a smile or joke whenever possible. The Vols had just won a game after the worst start to a football year since 1988. Fifteen minutes or so and we were being loaded onto a bus to take us back to our car. The bus driver tied me in, asked me if I needed anything, and we were on our way. It took no time at all to make it back to our parking lot. A few minutes later we were exiting the campus, entering highway on our way back to Nashville for two more exciting days.

The system they have in place in Knoxville for football games is meticulously well thought out. Bus lanes and pedestrian walkways ensure one quick access throughout stadium grounds. Event staff can be found as easily as a Southern Baptist Church on Sunday. There are no lack of signage or clear directions on flow of pedestrians and traffic. The stadium was entirely accessible, a totally stress-free experience. The food and drink offered were more than adequate. The staff working inside the game was more than helpful, always willing to lend a hand. Our greatest thanks and gratitude goes out to the University of Tennessee, Knoxville – all their staff, players and fans. We had an unforgettable experience. Thank you. Go Vols!

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Budget Operating Budget information for the City.

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City Council City Council is the legislative body for the City.

Mayor Indya Kincannon's Office Bio & photo of Knoxville's Mayor, organizational chart, operating budget, proclamation requests, and history of the Mayors of Knoxville.

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Construction Laws in Nevada

While Nevada is recognized for its many natural wonders, it is also home to some of the nation's most modern and innovative construction. From high-tech buildings to sustainable architecture, the laws surrounding construction in Nevada have changed significantly over the past few decades. The result is an abundance of beautiful, functional structures that help to elevate the state's reputation as a top destination for both business and leisure travelers. The following are some of the most important Nevada building laws:

1. In NV, homebuyers must receive a Certificate of Occupancy (CO) before they can move into their new home. This CO is issued by the local building department and shows that your home has been inspected for safety and is ready for occupancy.

2. Nevada requires all homeowners to take reasonable precautions to prevent fire. In case of a fire, residents must have a working smoke alarm on each level of their home or face fines. Additionally, homeowners must maintain their roofs in good condition to prevent leaks and keep squirrels and birds away from the roof during nesting season.

3. Nevada also has strict rules about the height of buildings and structures in residential areas. All structures must be no taller than two stories unless it's located on a lot that's at least 30 feet wide and 200 feet long.

4. All construction projects in Nevada require a building permit from the local building department. This permit will outline the allowed use of materials, time frames, etc. Anytime you begin a new project or have an existing one renovated, you should contact your local building department to ensure that your plans comply with local regulations.

5. Homes built on or adjacent to a floodplain should be built with floodproofing materials in mind. Floodproofing measures include raising the foundation, increasing interior height, and installing sump pumps and other drainage systems.

When looking for jobs in construction, there are some things you should keep in mind. First, be sure to check the laws and regulations that apply to jobs in construction in your area. Second, be sure to do your research before applying. This will help you find a job that fits your needs and expectations. Finally, be sure to work hard and always be professional when doing any kind of construction work.

If you're looking for a job in construction, check out a list of top construction job opportunities at Kilgore Companies. It is one of the largest homebuilders in the United States. It has worked on some high-profile projects. These include luxurious residences in Dallas (Park Cities) and Knoxville (e.g., Southwind).

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Knoxville Man Charged After Shooting Dog During House Fire Evacuation

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Knoxville Man Charged After Shooting Dog During House Fire Evacuation

In a South Knoxville neighborhood, a dramatic scene unfolded early Friday morning as the Knoxville Fire Department (KFD) responded to a house blaze where a man was arrested for shooting a dog amongst the chaos. The shooting occurred while firefighters were working to extinguish the flames consuming a residence at the 200 block of Stone […]

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Our local Planned Parenthood got completely gutted by fire New Year's Eve and it's officially been declared arson. Can't say I'm surprised considering someone shot out the front windows a year ago (also mentioned in the article), but at least it's being acknowledged instead of written off.

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A noose is seen on makeshift gallows as supporters of US President Donald Trump gather on the West side of the US Capitol in Washington DC on January 6, 2021. - Donald Trump's supporters stormed a session of Congress held today, January 6, to certify Joe Biden's election win, triggering unprecedented chaos and violence at the heart of American democracy and accusations the president was attempting a coup.

The Putsch of January 6, 2021 

BY James D. Zirin | January 8, 2021

The rioters who assaulted the Capitol on January 6 were better organized than the police who were charged with protecting the imposing building, which Biden called the “citadel of liberty.”

These were not just a group of people who happened to be in Washington that day to protest Biden’s victory. There was the woman named Elizabeth from Knoxville, her eyes smarting from mace, who said she came as part of the “revolution.” There was Jake Angeli of Arizona, an actor and singer, both a QAnon and Trump supporter, carrying a bullhorn and an American flag, who, in 39-degree weather, appeared inside the building shirtless and tattooed, wearing a horned helmet and red, white and blue face paint. There was the other bearded rioter wearing a hoodie emblazoned with the chilling rubric, “Camp Auschwitz, Work Brings Freedom,” the nazi slogan that greeted arrivals at the death camp.  There was a fair share of white supremacists and racists. Someone erected a gallows with a noose in front of the Capitol Building.

This was not a demonstration; it was a desecration of our sacred democracy, a violent insurrection, aided and abetted by Trump and certain of his enablers.

Five people died as a result of the assault.

This was a well-planned enterprise.

Who financed these people?

Was it Trump’s “Stop the Steal” PAC?

Who paid their travel expenses, their hotel expense, their sustenance?

Who were the organizers?

Who assembled the small group that would storm the building, scale its hallowed walls and invade its chambers where the laws that rule us are made?

Who instructed the trespassers on how to do it, and where to go?

Many carried or wore Trump or QAnon paraphernalia. “Trump 2020” banners  or MAGA hats, the uniforms of their seditious enterprise.

Few of the male rioters were clean shaven. Was this planned also to make identification more difficult?

There is more to this than Trump’s incendiary innuendo in front of the White House exhorting the mob: “You will never take our country with weakness.” There is more to it than Trump saying to the mob of criminals, “We love you, you’re very special.”

Or Donald Trump, Jr. warning Republican members of Congress who were deserting the ship, “We’re coming for you.” Or Rudy Giuliani demanding of the same crowd “trial by combat” to settle the election.

True, Trump Jr., Giuliani, and Ivanka Trump, who had previously tweeted that the  mob were  “patriots,” denounced the violence. But all that was too little too late. It was moving a log after they had poured gasoline on the fire.

Who put up the crusty Congressman from Texas, Louie Gohmert, to start the frivolous and almost unimaginable lawsuit against Mike Pence seeking to empower him to throw the election Trump’s way?

Who crafted the wild Ted Cruz scenario to advocate a special commission to investigate an election where countless lawsuits, recounts and challenges had unearthed no evidence of the “massive fraud” Trump falsely claimed had vitiated the election?  The enablers like Cruz and Josh Hawley, the pallid senator from Missouri who wants to be president, know it is not true. Joe Biden won in a fair election. The American people rejected Donald Trump. How long do they intend to perpetuate this falsehood?

And what of our security forces?

Why was the National Guard so late to the party?   The DC and Capitol police were no match for the rioters.

One of their number posed for a selfie with the mob;

another escorted an intruder down the steps of the Capitol;

And these are but a few egregious examples. Thugs bearing flagpoles, and undoubtedly concealed weapons, breached the security of the building without serious challenge. The officers involved from the top down who were derelict in their duty must be held fully accountable.

Someone must investigate the riots and find out who was behind it, who organized and financed it and who plotted to launch this shameful attack on the institutions of our democracy—perhaps more fragile than anyone ever thought.

Is this the end? Are we to assume that the buffoons and domestic terrorists looking more like Visigoths than civilized human beings have had their fun and will now go home from their all-expense paid trip to Washington? Or will they be back?

Something like this happened not too long ago, in 1923 in Munich. It was called the “Beer Hall Putsch,” an attempted coup d’état by Hitler and his followers, which was calculated to seize the power of the Bavarian state government (and thereby launch a larger “national revolution” against the democratically elected Weimar Republic). The attempted coup failed after four police officers and 16 nazis were killed. Hitler was sentenced to five years in prison for “high treason,” but was out with a pardon after less than a year. In jail, he wrote Mein Kampf. The next time round, Hitler sought election to the chancellorship. He lost, but became chancellor anyway, and the rest is history.

So what have we here? Another Beer Hall Putsch? To paraphrase Churchill, is this end of the beginning of the hooliganism and thuggery we saw in Washington, or are we in the twilight of our democracy -  the beginning of the end?  

We have a rule of law in this country on which we pride ourselves. Serious crimes were committed here, and they merit vigorous investigation and prosecution. Title 18 United States Code §1752, among other things, makes criminal disorderly or disruptive conduct with intent to impede or disrupt the orderly conduct of Government business in any building where a person entitled top Secret Service protection is visiting…when or so that such conduct, in fact, impedes or disrupts the orderly conduct of Government business or official functions. The penalty is severe, up to 10 years imprisonment. There are other more draconian criminal statutes that may be applicable as well.

But so far, relatively few of the putschists have been arrested. The new Attorney General, the distinguished jurist Merrick Garland, has vast experience prosecuting domestic terrorism cases. When he was in the Justice Department years ago, he supervised the prosecution of Timothy McVeigh in the Oklahoma City bombing case.

There must be full accountability for all those responsible for this day, like another in American history, “which will live in infamy.”

https://billmoyers.com/story/the-putsch-of-january-6-2021/

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The Rash

It was the Fourth of July weekend and me and my friend Sadie were traveling out of town because our Cheetos flavored Commander and Grief was throwing some sort of rally. We had no interest in being stuck in a city of 600,000 plus people screaming at each other or else sending passive aggressive “apolitical” emails back and forth about parking spaces.

It was time to get out of the city and I told Sadie that I heard about a national park that was worth the run around. She was from the middle of nowhere Indiana and I was from upper New York state where you barely saw another human being in between greasy diners every few miles. Despite the makeup and the heels and the hair product and the suits that our jobs required we were both outdoor girls at heart.

We hopped into my jeep at around six in the morning and it felt like shedding a second skin to finally leave the DC city limits. A tangible buzz seemed to leave my system and we both turned our phones off with a laugh.

“I’m never going back.” I joked and shook my hair out as we opened both windows and felt the whip of wind across our faces.

She glanced at me through the mirror and winked, “don’t tempt me.” We were almost all the way to the Appalachian mountains by the time the sun was high in the sky and I kept yawning despite myself. I was trying to cut coffee out of my diet for the sake of my stomach and my ulcers, but that didn’t stop exhaustion from haunting my every step.

I knew I would probably be back on the brown bean by Monday, but I could pretend for at least a weekend I was going “healthy.” I must have fallen asleep though with my face against the glass, because the next thing I knew we were pulling into a wide parking lot with a spattering of family cars and Range Rovers owned by men who wore rubber toe-shoes unironically.

Sadie whacked me on the shoulder, “you better wake the hell up or I’ll beat you to the top.” She grinned wickedly and we were both scrambling outside and packing our bags to run the trial. There was no helping a competitive streak in the both of us, you didn’t get a high level job in the state department without a little bloody hunger in your veins.

My feet were slapping the dirt path just as Sadie sped away with her brown hair streaming behind her in a thick ponytail. “Better get those knees up!” She teased and jogged up the incline easily.

“Ever hear about the tortoise and the hare?” I called after her playfully, but she was already gone. “Guess who wins!”

The Appalachian trail called the Wellspring Heights was said to be one of the steepest trails in the region, which had sounded exciting up until I actually had to climb it a 40 degree angle.

“Dammit,” I cursed and tried not to slide down the dusty path again with my shoes skidding and small rocks tumbling down in my wake. It was a beige hiking trail that was two-people wide and had dark pine trees on either side that grew at strange angles and collected sticky shadows between them.

The trip was basically a straight line upward and got me panting and straining the whole way. I tried to take deep breaths and thoroughly absorb “the moment” as my stress manager suggested, but my skin began to prickle about an hour in.

I hadn’t seen a human face or a trail dog or even a hint of Sadie for all that time. I was alone.

Being alone in a national park would have been a relief at any other time, I had to deal with enough people on the phone and in-person and on 100-contact forwarded emails. But I was wheezing and my lungs burning by the second hour and still, no one. My sense of unease intensified.

I stopped as I pinpointed the strangeness. There were no sounds of birds. No birds or scurrying steps or even whoosh of wind in the branches above. My eyes went wide and I looked up toward the velvety blue sky. There weren’t any plane trails or sounds of cars in the distance, and on top of that I could have sworn it said it would be a perfectly clear day, but clouds were slowly covering the sun.

They were soft white clouds that simply turned the world dim and mutely grey. And quiet.

“Sadie!” I called just to hear the sound of my own voice. I reached for my phone and realized it was still off and in the car at the bottom of the mountain. “Can you hear me?”

I kept climbing and I glanced at my watch, it was the third hour and we both should have reached the peak of the mountain by then.

Nothing but the overcast sky and trees stood in front of me: faceless thick trees with the same bark and same branches and same scraggly bushes at their trunk. I bit my bottom lip and it felt like when I was a kid and used to see things outside my bedroom window and go running to my mom. I would yell about an impossibly tall man with a long face and sightless empty eyes in the yard.

I would go screaming to her and we would both go investigate with big clunky flash lights and find nothing there. I had ‘an overactive imagination’ she said, I would have to ‘be more brave tomorrow night’ she said. Nevertheless, I wished I could go run to my mom right then.

Only the crunch of my shoes on gravel confirmed that I hadn’t just suddenly lost my hearing. I knew I couldn’t turn back just yet though. “Sadie! We can’t be playing right now.” Had she really run so far ahead and not turned around?

The clouds rippled in a dull gloom and I looked down to see the light shift slightly dimmer. It was as if a lamp shade was tugged down or dip of grey paint spread across the air in a thin film. I frowned at it for a long second.

“Ah!” A sharp yelp came crashing behind me and I turned just in time to see a slim figure go tumbling head over foot down the stony path. Down, down, down with her arms and legs flailing.

She rolled until she was off the path and out of sight.

“What the hell?” I blinked for a few whole seconds as I absorbed that. How had she been behind me? And then I went running for her. “Sadie! Are you okay?”

I practically fell down the mountain myself and jumped over a bush and toward a huge black pine tree with a heap of a person underneath. Her length of long wavy brown hair had fallen loose around her face she lay limply against the trunk, her right arm lay at an awkward angle at her side and some sort of black tree sap or goop clung to her arms and hands.

“Fuck!” I rushed over to her, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” Her face was pale and impassive and I swung my bag around to get a first aid kit out. I dug through bandages and ointment and sunscreen only to hear a deep groan.

“Oh God.” Sadie sat up suddenly and held her head. “No, no, no.” She repeated in monotone and then a single urgent screech erupted from deep within her, “NO!”

“Don’t move!” I said quickly and quietly panicked. She inhaled sharply once and held her arm for a moment with an agonizing grimace on her thin face. “No…” She whispered and her head fell forward as if collapsed: a doll with her support taken out from under her.

“Oh God,” I focused on her bent arm, “That might be broken.” I reached for her but she sharply turned all at once away from me and faced the tree.

“Why didn’t you hear me?” She said with her back to me and a new softness to her words. “I was right behind you. Why didn’t turn around?” “You were right behind me? How?” My eyes were huge and I swallowed painfully. “Wait, one thing at a time, we need to check out your arm.” She shook her head and when she faced me again I froze as her eyes stared back at me, dull and empty and she held up the arm she had been clinging to just a second ago. “What do you mean? My arm is just a bit scratched up.” She showed it and it was covered in the same black tree sap, but perfectly straight besides that.

“But I thought-” “I think I hit my head,” she flinched and rubbed her temples. “God, I wish it was quieter, I have the worst headache right now.” “Quieter?” I sat up perfectly straight I reached for her. I would drag her out of here bridal style if I had to right then.

“Don’t you hear that?” We exchanged a very long look and my lips pinched together tightly. 

“No.”

She scrunched her face up, “maybe you should get your ears checked out.” I stared openly at the sap clinging to her skin and it was suddenly very hard to breath. “Maybe…” I looked left and right, “We should get out of here.” There were still no birds in the trees.

I helped her up and when we got back on the path the sun pierced the clouds and a man with his dog was running up the trial with a huge smile. “Nice day for a run, yeah?” I didn’t say anything back, and Sadie sagged against me as I dragged her to the car and we set our course for the hospital. However, when we got in, a steely look entered Sadie’s gaze.

My stomach plummeted cold and I reached for her to help her in, “Want me to wash that off?” I pointed at the sap-like substance.

She simply hopped into the car. “I just want to go home.” I followed in after and tried to stop thinking about the image of the black goop moving slightly. It couldn’t have been moving. I told myself and we started to drive.

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“I don’t need to go.” Sadie was itching her arm and shifting in her seat.

“You just hit your head on the side of a mountain!” I protested and kept my sights set on the GPS and the nearest small town hospital in Knoxville.

“It’s fine, I don’t need to go. Grace, I really don’t want to.” She insisted and stretched her fingers before itching her arm again. “I just need to kick back some ibuprofen and get some sleep.” “No,” I put my foot down and steeled myself to take the next exit for the hospital. “We already agreed on this. I need to get you-” “I said,” she reached over and wrenched the steering wheel from my grip. “I don’t want to.” The wheel kept us going straight and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as my friend growled at me. There was something rough and animalistic about the noise she made and I didn’t look at her- not directly at least.

The black tar tree sap had dried and I couldn’t help but notice it was bubbling slightly. Bubbling like water over fire, bubbling like popping pustules or bursting acne: inky and slick and shifting. I felt guilty, but a primal fear gripped my gut. And I let her take us home.

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I didn’t see Sadie much after that.

She stopped coming to our weekly drinks after work and the people in her department stopped mentioning her to me. It wasn’t that she stopped coming into work though or even stopped sending the occasional text or appearing at lunches now and then. But it was different, the Sadie I knew was loud and competitive and gave her opinions freely when given the chance.

But this one started to fade, slowly at first, and then I barely could barely pick out her face in the crowd or remember her favorite color or how we used to stay up until 2am talking and pouring chocolate on popcorn and playing mario kart with the volume up high.

Maybe it would have stayed that way, the fading, except that a friend of mine was getting married and I was invited to a bachelorette party. I didn’t particularly want to go because Angela was always a bit of a loose canon and a cheap one at that. She was famous for throwing a party with dollar store vodka and a water slide that she stole from some kids birthday party.

I found myself sitting in my apartment that night, alone, and deciding whether to call out sick at the last moment. However, I had called out of the last three socializing events and I could hear my mom’s voice in my head proclaiming “isolating yourself can’t be good for you!” So I sighed and put on my flats for dancing.

I ended up at the party with my purse clutched in my hands and a whirlwind of faces and names that passed me by and that I immediately forgot. They all asked the same question first: who do you work for? I usually got an approving look when I answered. The night dragged on with booze and cocktails and talk about the economy and bad bosses until it was midnight at some club with dark floors, pounding feet, and bright flashing lights.

I had a bad taste of jack and coke on my tongue and a bubbly sensation in my gut. I leaned on the bar and saw Angela wink at a man that wasn’t her fiance and his friend gave me a look of his own that dipped and probed around my edges.

I closed my eyes and thought of the mountains and streams and my old home with two oaks growing back in the backyard. That cleared my senses for a long second.

When I opened my eyes again something drew my attention. She was moving quickly and bouncing back and forth with a shiny brown ponytail waving in the air like a beacon. It took me a long moment to place her, as if I was moving through a thick smog toward a lighthouse.

And then it struck me: “Sadie…” I said softly and Angela came wobbling up to lean on me.

“What are you muttering to yourself about?” I turned to her with a frown, “Did you invite Sadie to this?” I asked without tearing my eyes away from the woman sandwiched between a tall man with a head tattoo and a pretty Asian girl with stark purple highlights.

Angela hiccuped gently. “What?”

“Did you invite her,” I jerked my chin toward the dancing figure. “Sadie.” “Who?” I pushed Angela away and started to force my way through the dancing, sweaty crowd. Sadie, I thought, the Sadie that I did shots with on my twenty-first birthday and ran around in the sprinklers with in our underwear.

The Sadie that held my hand when I got sick in Nick Weizmann's pool and everyone stared at me for days afterward. The Sadie that helped me pick out my first apartment and drove twenty miles in the snow after a breakup to buy me top-notch donuts.

That Sadie was wearing a long black sweater with bright red gloves, orange sandals, and short-shorts. It was altogether bizarre outfit, but no one seemed to care as she looked salaciously around at the people bumping and grinding up against her.

“Hey,” I forced my way past the head-tattoo guy and grabbed for the hand of my friend. “Sadie, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” She cocked her head to the side and her smile faltered, “What?” She called over the music and drew back.

“Sadie!” I yelled to get her attention.

“Who?”

My mouth fell open, “Um.” I paused for a long moment and examined her as people jostled me from either side. It had to be her, no one else had her exact slightly crooked nose and thin eyebrows that made her look like a Disney villain. “Can I talk to you?” I tugged on her and she pulled back. “Back off lady.” She tore her hand out of my grip, but I was still holding onto the tip of her glove which gave a vicious tearing sound as it was wrenched off.

She gasped, “Don’t touch that!” 

Several people fell away as a hand slithered out of the glove and my face went slack. Her skin was still covered with a thick black tar that covered her fingers and wrists. It was spotty and pieces of her pale flesh still shone through, but stripes of the substance pulsed gently in place.

“Ew!” The girl with the purple hair jumped away and Sadie bore her teeth with a hiss.

“Wh-”

She turned and ran; I followed with weaving and diving steps. I was lucky I was still working out as she moved like a bat out of hell. “What happened?!” I yelled desperately, but the back door swung open with a bang and I had to dive into a black alleyway to follow.

She ran back, past huge green trash bins and boxes and darted toward the edge of the alley. I followed with fire on my heels and a desperation nestled in my heart.

“What happened in those woods?” “Nothing!” She cried and it was a strange and angry sound. “Stop following me, creep.” She whipped around as we reached a high chain-link fence that stopped the alley in a dead end.

I clutched her red glove to my chest and I looked closely at the gunk moving on her hand, “What is that stuff?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She itched her skin with a feverish twitch and her eyes darted back and forth like a caged lion.

“Sadie,” I took several soft steps toward her. “Let me help you.” Her grey eyes met mine with a certain whip-like fervor and she licked her lips with a sharp grin. “How? How could you possibly help me?” She took a dangerous step toward me.

“I don’t know.” I said truthfully. “But I’m your friend and I want to help.”

She snorted cruelly. “Friend?” She shook her head, “what’s my last name?” “That’s easy,” I said quickly but then my mouth just fell open. I was fascinated with the growing stain across her fingers and the edge of the tar inching up her exposed neck. “Easy.” I repeated and Sadie bent her chin down as the liquid mapped it’s way up her face.

“I don’t think so.” She dug her heels in before taking off and bumping into me as she sprinted back into the light of the street. I turned to give chase, but paused when I noticed the bits of black tar now dripping in her wake. It rained off her clothes and fingertips and when she looked back at me her eyes were leaking thick inky droplets of it.

I swore, and then swore again. “Stop!” I called and she stood framed in the pale white street light; Sadie mouthed two words to me, her lips forming them quietly and serenely, but with no sound coming out. They were feeble and I had to read them carefully. She said, ‘help me’ and then ran.

Tar rained off of her as I gave chase and she dodged down another street that I couldn’t see. I tried to pursue, but nothing was around the corner- not even the drops of black liquid. Nothing.

I ran and ran, darting between streets and calling her name until I was hoarse, but everywhere was empty. And when I called her phone number I got an answering machine that said that that number was disconnected. I asked friends and family and coworkers about her, but I was told they had never heard of such a person.

And I soon forgot which name to ask.