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"A man needs a name."
— Jaqen H'ghar, Game of Thrones
Part of the "Star Chamber" Series — The Dinosaurs of the Building Board
The Promise
In The Star Chamber of Biloxi, the undersigned made a promise. A warning, really. A friendly heads-up to a gentleman named Michael LeBatard:
"A friendly warning to our friend LeBatard: We are coming to scrutinize your dealings with Creel and the City. Every contract. Every permit. Every project. Every relationship. Public records are public. Your turn is coming."
The undersigned keeps promises.
Today, dear reader, a man gets a name. In fact, two.
Because while investigating Michael LeBatard, the undersigned discovered another victim of Jerry Creel's weekend adventures. Someone who got screwed by Creel's Saturday inspections. Someone whose story deserves telling.
But first—the "architect." You'll understand the quotation marks soon.
Meet Michael LeBatard
Michael LeBatard — Mississippi's poor man's Lucifer. The kind of face that makes babies cry when they see him on the street. And this is a good picture of him. Take the undersigned's word on that.
Michael A. LeBatard is the founding partner of LeBatard Architecture. According to his own biography, he's a "lifelong advocate for timeless design" who believes "every building should tell a story and connect to its place and people."
You want a story, LeBatard? You want buildings that connect to their place and people? We'll write one for you. Welcome to Biloxi's newest chapter of nepotism and corrupt fuck-ups. Take a seat, dear reader — this one's a page-turner. Fair warning: you might want to flip a table by the end. Just make sure Jerry Creel isn't using it — he has other plans for City Hall furniture on Saturdays.
Look at him. A dried grape of a man. A relic of the past clinging to municipal power like mold on old cheese. Mississippi's own poor man's Lucifer — all the sinister energy of the Devil, none of the budget. If Hollywood needed to cast Satan on a community theater salary, they'd find Michael LeBatard sitting on the Biloxi Building Board, ready for his close-up.
How poetic. Buildings that "connect to their place and people." Like, say, connecting your relative's engineering department to your board votes? Connecting city contracts to family members? That kind of connection?
But here's where the story gets interesting. LeBatard doesn't just design buildings. He also practices forensic architecture—the discipline of analyzing construction defects, building failures, and code compliance disputes. He's served as an expert witness in dozens of legal cases.
The Professional Resume
So we have a man who makes his living as an expert witness in building code disputes, who serves on the Board that decides building code appeals, and whose professional success depends on maintaining relationships with... whom?
Glad you asked.
The Family Business
Now it gets juicy.
Michael LeBatard is related to Christy LeBatard—the City Engineer of Biloxi.
How? Let the undersigned connect the dots:
Christy LeBatard was born Christy Collins. She married Christopher "Chris" LeBatard—a member of the Biloxi LeBatard family. (This was even featured in a 2002 ABC News segment about Chris and his twin brother Ernie's double wedding.)
Michael LeBatard is part of that same LeBatard family—an older relative. His son, Beau LeBatard, is described on the firm's website as a "second-generation architect" following in his father Mike's footsteps.
So Christy LeBatard—the City Engineer who approves contracts, manages projects, and works alongside Jerry Creel—is family to Michael LeBatard, the Board member who supposedly provides "independent" review of Jerry Creel's decisions.
Oh, and here's the kicker you might have missed: Jerry Creel is the SECRETARY of the Board that reviews his own decisions. Read that again. The man whose decisions are being appealed controls the administrative process of the appeal. He schedules the hearings. He processes the paperwork. He's the fox guarding the henhouse, except the fox also built the henhouse and holds the keys.
Due process? Due too fucking long. This isn't oversight. This is a joke. And the punchline is your constitutional rights.
Note: The above family information is based on public records and portrayed to the best of the undersigned's ability. Any errors or corrections will be updated and noted if brought to our attention. tips@peoplevsbiloxi.com
The LeBatard Family Business
Michael is an older LeBatard relative. Christy married Chris LeBatard. Same family tree.
Let that sink in. Take your time. The undersigned will wait.
Michael LeBatard serves on the Board that reviews Jerry Creel's decisions. His relative by marriage works for the City of Biloxi as the City Engineer—managing contracts, recommending awards, and overseeing projects. The same city whose Building Official's decisions Michael supposedly reviews "independently."
But wait—there's more. Much more.
THE CENTERPOINT CONNECTION
On August 15, 2024, a CenterPoint Energy crew was boring under the plaintiff's property when they discovered a cross-bore through a high-pressure gas line. An emergency that nearly caused an explosion. A discovery that exposed years of negligent oversight.
Present at that discovery? Christy LeBatard, City Engineer.
The same City Engineer who is related to Michael LeBatard—the Board member who would later discuss "removal scenarios" with Jerry Creel during the plaintiff's own hearing.
The undersigned discovered this fact today, while researching for this very article. The CenterPoint conspiracy just connected to the Star Chamber conspiracy. The family tree keeps bearing fruit.
The undersigned couldn't be happier. Every investigation leads to another. Every name connects to another name. The grape is married to another target.
Christy LeBatard is a big target in our RICO case against Abide and CenterPoint. She had to be. The nepotism in this place is insane — bordering on inbreeding. Everyone is related to everyone. Everyone protects everyone. Everyone profits from everyone. It's not a city government — it's a family reunion with badges and billing statements.
FEMA FUNDS — JUST UNDER THE THRESHOLD
The undersigned has seen Christy LeBatard approving FEMA funds just under the $10,000 reporting threshold. Payments that don't trigger federal oversight. Payments flowing to... Michael Whitehead.
Hmmmmmm. Coincidence?
Is it a coincidence to fuck your employee on City Hall furniture on a Saturday? No. That was planned. That took coordination. That required an empty building and aligned schedules.
These payments just under reporting thresholds? Same energy. That's not accident. That's architecture. And not the kind LeBatard practices.
And here's the kicker: Christy LeBatard recommends contract awards to the City Council—contract awards that flow through Peter Abide and his hidden partner Mark Seymour. Michael LeBatard's firm, LeBatard Architecture, has received city contracts—including the Small Craft Harbor bait shop, a post-Katrina reconstruction project funded by FEMA.
The machine feeds itself. Christy recommends. Abide and Seymour approve. Michael's firm gets paid. Michael votes on Jerry Creel's appeals. The family business.
The Questions Nobody Asked
When Michael LeBatard's firm bids on city contracts, who reviews those bids? When Christy LeBatard recommends contract awards, does she recuse herself from anything involving family?
When Michael LeBatard votes on appeals from Jerry Creel's decisions, is he judging the Building Official—or protecting his family's employer?
The undersigned isn't suggesting the LeBatards are corrupt. The undersigned is affirming, at the very least, the appearance of it. Michael's family member works for the City. His firm has received city contracts. His professional success depends on City relationships. He serves on a Board reviewing City decisions. He whispers "removal scenarios" with the very official whose decisions he's supposed to review independently.
That's not a suggestion. That's a pattern. And patterns have consequences.
The appearance of impartiality? Gone. The structural independence required by due process? Nonexistent. The "captured oversight" documented in The Star Chamber? Here's your poster child.
But conflicts of interest are just the appetizer. Wait until you see the main course.
The November 7 Transcript
This is where Michael LeBatard went from conflicted to complicit.
On November 7, 2025, the undersigned appeared before the Building Board of Adjustment and Appeals. The hearing was documented by a court reporter. Every word transcribed. Every whisper captured.
And during that hearing—during the undersigned's own appeal—the undersigned observed Michael LeBatard doing something remarkable:
OBSERVED DURING HEARING — November 7, 2025
Board member Michael LeBatard engaged in sidebar discussions with Jerry Creel regarding various scenarios for forcibly removing the undersigned from the residence.
The undersigned was present. The undersigned observed. The undersigned remembers.
Removal scenarios. Can you believe this grape? This shadow of a man — this dried-up relic of whatever he once was — thought he could sit there, during a citizen's own hearing, and discuss "ways" the City could expel a man from his home?
Not "how do we resolve this fairly." Not "what are the citizen's rights." No. Removal scenarios. How to get him out. How to take his property. How to win.
Mediocre. Corrupt. And too fucking stupid to realize the undersigned was watching every word.
VIDEO EVIDENCE — The Devil in the Details
Michael LeBatard during the November 7, 2025 hearing.
You know how Hollywood always casts that older gentleman with the sinister look to play the Devil? The distinguished gray hair, the knowing smirk, the air of quiet menace? Al Pacino in The Devil's Advocate. Robert De Niro in Angel Heart. Peter Stormare in Constantine.
Well, Biloxi has its own budget version. The poor man's Lucifer. The discount Mephistopheles. Except this one doesn't offer you a Faustian bargain—he just takes your property rights and calls it "code enforcement."
Watch carefully. The role fits.
Read that again.
A Board member—supposedly there to independently review the Building Official's decision—was discussing removal scenarios with the Building Official. During the appellant's own hearing. While supposedly serving as an impartial adjudicator.
This isn't independent oversight. This is collaboration. This is the judge huddling with the prosecutor to discuss how to punish the defendant—during the trial.
The undersigned has a law degree. The undersigned knows what due process requires. And the undersigned knows that when a "neutral" adjudicator discusses "removal scenarios" with the decision-maker under review, the constitutional violation is complete.
So we've established the family connections. We've documented the sidebar scheming. Now let's talk about money.
The Expert Witness Problem
Michael LeBatard's day job tells you everything you need to know about his incentives.
He's a forensic architect. An expert witness. A professional who testifies in building code disputes, construction defect cases, and compliance litigation.
In other words: he gets paid to give opinions on exactly the kind of issues he votes on as a Board member.
When an expert witness serves on a regulatory board, two problems emerge:
First: His professional reputation depends on maintaining relationships with the building industry—contractors, developers, city officials. The same officials whose decisions he supposedly reviews independently. Would LeBatard vote against Jerry Creel knowing that Creel controls permit approvals for LeBatard's architect clients?
Second: His credibility as an expert witness depends on appearing reasonable, mainstream, and aligned with regulatory consensus. A forensic architect who gains a reputation for siding with citizens against building officials? Good luck getting hired by defendants in construction litigation.
The incentives are clear. The conflicts are structural. The independence is fictional.
But don't take the undersigned's word for it. Let's follow the paper trail.
The City Contracts
The public record speaks for itself:
LeBatard Architecture City Contracts (Documented)
- Small Craft Harbor Bait & Tackle Shop (2010-2011) — LeBatard designed the elevated bait shop and fuel dock facility for the City of Biloxi's harbor. A post-Hurricane Katrina reconstruction project funded by FEMA disaster grants. 1,800 square feet, 19 feet elevation, $1 million budget. City contract. Federal money.
- Tri-Party Development Agreement (July 2020) — City Council agenda shows LeBatard Architecture as the project architect for a downtown restaurant project involving the City, Biloxi Main Street, and a private investor. Municipal collaboration. City incentives.
- Multiple AHRC Appearances (2020) — LeBatard's firm appeared before the Architectural & Historical Review Commission for projects at 902 Howard Avenue and 197 Caillavet Street. The architect becomes the applicant.
Michael LeBatard's firm has received city contracts, appeared before city commissions, and worked on projects requiring municipal approval—all while Michael sits on a city board.
His relative Christy LeBatard, as City Engineer, recommends contract awards to City Council.
And nobody sees a conflict?
The Bay Village Saga
But wait—there's more history.
In 2008, Michael LeBatard was the architect and spokesman for Bay Village—a massive 27.5-acre mixed-use development proposed in West Biloxi. Over 200 housing units. Commercial space. 50-foot-tall buildings.
LeBatard appeared before the Biloxi Planning Commission to advocate for the project. He was the face of the developer, W.C. Fore. He pushed for rezoning. He promised the project aligned with "Biloxi's Reviving the Renaissance" rebuilding plan.
Residents opposed. The Planning Commission rejected the rezoning twice—February and June 2008.
LeBatard vowed to "plead our case with the City Council."
The project never moved forward. But here's what matters: Michael LeBatard knows how to work the City. He knows the Planning Commission. He knows the appeals process. He knows how to navigate Biloxi's approval machinery.
And then, years later, he gets appointed to the Board that hears those same kinds of appeals.
Convenient, isn't it?
The Pattern
The undersigned promised to scrutinize every contract, every permit, every project, every relationship.
Some of that work is already done. The public record is rich.
What We've Already Found:
- City contracts — LeBatard Architecture has received contracts from the City of Biloxi, including FEMA-funded post-Katrina work
- Family connections — Christy LeBatard (City Engineer) is related by marriage. She recommends contract awards.
- Board appointments — Michael was appointed 2014-2018, reappointed 2019-2023. Mayor Gilich signed off.
- AHRC appearances — LeBatard's firm has appeared as applicant before city commissions while Michael sits on a city board
- The November 7 hearing — Observed discussing "removal scenarios" with Jerry Creel during a citizen's own hearing
What We're Still Looking For:
- All LeBatard Architecture permits — How many projects? How quickly approved? Who signed off?
- Cross-referencing — How do LeBatard's Board votes correlate with his firm's pending applications?
- Expert witness cases — Has LeBatard testified in cases involving Biloxi or Harrison County? Who hired him?
- Christy's recommendations — Every contract award she recommended. Every project she approved.
- Recusal records — Did Michael ever recuse himself from Board votes? Did Christy ever recuse from family-related awards?
The undersigned is a patient researcher. Public records take time. FOIA responses arrive slowly. But they arrive.
And when they do, Michael LeBatard will discover that "lifelong advocate for timeless design" makes a poor defense against documented conflicts of interest.
The Legal Framework
For the attorneys reading—and the undersigned knows you are—here's the framework:
Structural Bias and Due Process
Tumey v. Ohio, 273 U.S. 510 (1927): Due process requires that adjudicators be free from financial interest in the outcome. When a decision-maker's livelihood depends on maintaining relationships with the parties before them, the constitutional violation is structural.
Ward v. Village of Monroeville, 409 U.S. 57 (1972): Even without direct financial interest, due process prohibits adjudicators from situations where the "average man" would feel pressure to rule a particular way.
The Application: Michael LeBatard's relative works for the City as Engineer. His clients need City permits. His expert witness practice requires City official goodwill. His vote on November 7 was structurally compromised before he ever sat down.
The Fifth Circuit applies the Tumey/Ward standard. The undersigned's federal cases are pending in the Southern District of Mississippi. The transcript is in the record.
Michael LeBatard's November 7 conduct isn't just ethically questionable. It's evidence.
A Message to Michael LeBatard
Michael, the undersigned addresses you directly.
You believe buildings should "tell a story and connect to their place and people." Beautiful sentiment. Truly. The undersigned appreciates good architecture and good prose.
But you know what else tells a story? Transcripts. Public records. Board votes. Sidebar conversations caught on the record.
You discussed "removal scenarios" with Jerry Creel during the undersigned's own hearing. You sat as a supposedly neutral adjudicator while your relative worked for the City as Engineer. You voted to deny the undersigned's appeal—an appeal from a man whose property rights you were supposed to protect, not conspire to violate.
You thought no one was watching. You thought the Star Chamber operated in darkness. You thought "as needed" meetings with no public notice meant no accountability.
You were wrong.
The undersigned promised scrutiny. The undersigned delivers.
Every contract. Every permit. Every project. Every relationship. Every vote. Every whispered conversation you thought was private.
A man needed a name. Now a man has one.
Rise and shine, Michael. Your turn has arrived.
But it's only just started. The undersigned is just warming up.
We'll be reporting on your origins, Michael. The small draftsman. The fact that you never went to college. The fact that you were grandfathered a license — dinosaur style — when Mississippi decided to start requiring actual credentials. You slipped in just before the door closed. Lucky timing for a man with no formal education.
And yet — and yet — you sit on boards denouncing small players. You vote against citizens. You whisper "removal scenarios" with Jerry Creel. You play gatekeeper for an industry you entered through a grandfather clause, not merit.
The hypocrisy is staggering. The arrogance is breathtaking. And you look the part — every bit the dried grape, discount Lucifer we described earlier.
A DEMAND
Quit the Board, Michael.
You do not deserve to be on the side of citizens. You never did. You entered this profession through a loophole, and you've spent your career pulling the ladder up behind you.
You are as mediocre as you look the part.
Remove yourself immediately.
Remove yourself, and you become unworthy of our attention. We move on. You fade into irrelevance. A footnote.
Stay, and we will take you for the whole ride. Every meeting. Every vote. Every whisper. Documented. Published. Permanent.
Your choice.
Legal Notice: This is a demand for a public official to resign from a public position based on documented conflicts of interest and observed misconduct at public hearings. This is protected political speech under the First Amendment. The undersigned seeks no personal gain, payment, or private benefit — only accountability for public servants. Continued journalism covering public officials' conduct is not contingent on any action by the subject; it is the duty of the press. See New York Times Co. v. Sullivan, 376 U.S. 254 (1964); Hustler Magazine v. Falwell, 485 U.S. 46 (1988).
A NOTICE
The undersigned will be attending these Board meetings. Whenever possible. With a pen. With a camera. With a court reporter if necessary.
We side with the people. The undersigned has vowed — whether able or not is up for debate — to at least attempt to help the class. The people. The citizens who get steamrolled by this captured oversight.
This Board is the last step before federal court. The last chance for the City to do something right. The last opportunity for justice before the undersigned handles it personally.
And here's the kicker: the secretary of this Board? Jerry Creel himself. That's right. You want to appeal Jerry Creel's decision? You submit your appeal to Jerry Creel. Against Jerry Creel. Through Jerry Creel.
The man you're appealing against is the one who receives your appeal, processes your paperwork, schedules your hearing, and controls the administrative process. It's like filing a complaint against the judge and having to hand-deliver it to the judge's desk.
Oh, and Jill Pol? The HR manager? The desk enthusiast? She's involved in the process too. Because of course she is.
Good luck getting a fair hearing.
See you there, Michael.
Oh, and Michael — you told the undersigned to make sure to get your name right, didn't you? Is it correct? Michael LeBatard?
You never answered the texts. The undersigned reached out. Multiple messages. Gave you a chance to respond, to clarify, to defend yourself. Silence.
Was that little "make sure to get my name right" just for show? A tough guy moment for the Board room? Because when the undersigned actually reached out — when you had the chance to set the record straight — you went quiet. Coward.
You got named the following day.
Well, here's your name. In print. Forever. Hope we spelled it right, Michael LeBatard.
Stay tuned, Michael. We're just getting started.
The Second Name: Creel's Saturday Conquest
The undersigned promised two names today. One architect. One... employee.
While researching Michael LeBatard's conflicts of interest, the undersigned stumbled upon something delicious. A connection. A thread that ties the Star Chamber to the Saturday Scandal we documented in "Rise and Shine."
Remember, dear reader? Jerry Creel. City Hall. A Saturday. A subordinate. A desk. The Building Official who couldn't "rise and shine" for an inspection report once rose and shined for something else entirely.
The undersigned promised to name her. Today, a woman gets a name.
THE SECOND NAME [Based on Tips]
Jill Pol
HR Manager. City Employee. Jerry Creel's Saturday Special.
That's right. Jill Pol — Human Resources. The department that's supposed to handle workplace misconduct. The irony writes itself.
JERRY'S LEGENDARY PICKUP LINE (Satire)
Picture it, dear reader. City Hall. A Saturday. The building is empty. Jerry spots his target.
He walks up to the gal. Fixes his glasses. Tilts his head with a little nod — you know the one, that "I'm about to ruin your day" look he gives property owners.
But this time, it's different. This time, it's romantic.
He points down to his pocket. With his other hand, he pulls out a fresh, crispy, crimson octagon Stop Work Order. The paper crinkles. The moment lingers.
He grabs his pen. Slowly, deliberately, he writes her name on the form. Right there. In front of her.
Then he looks up, locks eyes, and delivers the line:
"Babe, you are hereby stopped from being so cute."
And that, dear reader, is how Jerry Creel closes. Not cases — women.
You gotta give it to our guy. It's an accomplishment. Totally illegal. Absolutely hilarious. Monumentally embarrassing when others find out. But an accomplishment nonetheless. Most building officials retire with a pension and a plaque. Jerry retires with a legendary pickup line and a Saturday scandal that'll outlive his career.
And let's be honest — Jerry's strategy for job security is genius. Nail the HR manager, so she can't fire you. Live in the house of the past mayor, so you've got legacy protection. Conspire with the new one, so you've got current protection. He sure covers his angles. The man built a fortress of compromised relationships. Every potential threat neutralized through strategic... positioning.
— Jerry Creel, allegedly, about his Stop Work Orders (Satire)
— Jerry Creel, allegedly, watching a robbery scene in a movie (Satire)
Tasked with the divine power to command all to "STOP", Creel is on his crusade against the evil-doers. The beings trying to change the landscape of the divine Biloxi. The property owners who dare to build without his blessing. The citizens who forget to genuflect before the Building Official.
All hail Jerry Creel — the Pope of Permits. The Cardinal of Code Enforcement. The High Priest of the Holy Stop Work Order.
VIDEO — Are You Not Entertained?
Jerry Creel, addressing the citizens of Biloxi.
And the Saturday desk sessions with the HR secretary? Those are just hero perks. Every crusader needs a reward. We've all seen the movies — the hero always nails the girl. Jerry took that lesson to heart. And to his desk.
We've all seen Spartacus. Gannicus, the Champion of Capua. He wins the battle in the arena? His reward — a slave sent to his chambers. Same energy here. Jerry issues a Stop Work Order, vanquishes another property owner, returns victorious to City Hall... and claims his prize. Same story. Same perks. Different century.
VIDEO — Jerry the Gladiator
The Champion of Biloxi. Claimer of HR managers.
A QUESTION FOR JILL POL
We want to hear from you, Jill. How was our fuckboy's performance? Did he release you from that pickup Stop Work Order? Or does that one remain active — like the undersigned's?
Inquiring minds want to know. The undersigned's Stop Work Order is still pending. Yours apparently got... resolved.
tips@peoplevsbiloxi.com — we're all ears.
The HR manager got... close to her Building Official. Very close. On a desk. At City Hall. On a Saturday. [Based on Tips]
Sources confirm what we reported in "Rise and Shine": Jerry Creel was caught in a compromising position with a City employee. He confessed to Mayor Holloway. He confessed to his wife. He kept his job. [Based on Tips]
What we didn't report then — what we're reporting now — is the name.
Jill Pol.
The HR manager. The woman who works in the department responsible for investigating exactly this kind of conduct. The employee who should know better than anyone what happens when you violate workplace policies.
But in Biloxi, HR doesn't investigate the Building Official. HR gets on his desk.
Can this get any worse? The HR Manager. The person literally responsible for handling workplace misconduct. The person employees are supposed to report sexual harassment to. That person. On the desk. With the Building Official. On a Saturday.
These people take "we are one big family" company culture to all four dimensions. Past. Present. Future. And apparently, horizontal.
Two names promised. Two names delivered.
Michael LeBatard — the Devil in the details.
Jill Pol — the Saturday special on Jerry's desk.
A THIRD NAME — WITHHELD (FOR NOW) [Based on Tips]
Creel's fuckboy adventures did not stop with Jill Pol. [Based on Tips]
There have been more recent cases. But due to the severity — and the undersigned's commitment to verification before publication — we will abstain from disclosing at this point.
But know this: evidence is available. Our fuckboy is hungry. And he has quite the varied taste. [Under Investigation]
You will have to sit on that one for a minute, dear reader. The undersigned doesn't rush. The undersigned verifies. And when the third name drops, it will be documented, sourced, and permanent.
Jerry — a recommendation:
We recommend you talk to your wife about what is about to come to light soon, Jerry boy. Brace yourself.
She might want to hear it from you first. Or maybe not. Either way — it's coming.
As soon as we can reliably confirm a few details, it drops. It may be tonight. It may be December 24th at 11:59 PM — a little Christmas Eve gift for the Creel household. It may be January 1st at 00:01 — start the new year with a bang. Maybe on Mardi Gras — on a banner on Beach Boulevard for the whole parade to see.
Who fucking knows when this is coming, Creel? We need excitement in life, don't we?
Keep up, Jerry. You won't know when. But you'll know why.
Stay tuned. The Saturday chronicles are far from over.
AND CREEL BOY — REMEMBER WHY WE'RE HERE [Opinion/Political Commentary]
Don't forget for a second the piece of trash that you are.
You surveilled a house on Sundays. You left church and drove to a family's home to spy on their property. Week after week. Like a predator.
You invaded a commercial property. You aggressively interrogated a girl. A wife. You cornered her. You intimidated her. You made her cry.
You made her cry overnight. More than once.
And despite having eye surgery — despite being in California recovering — you signed perjured affidavits claiming you "personally observed" violations. You charged a citizen criminally. A taxpayer. A developer. Someone trying to build something.
Mediocre criminal. That's what you are. You couldn't even commit perjury competently. You left a paper trail a child could follow. Affidavit after summons — you don't even know your own trade, Creel. The summons was July 9. Your "sworn observation" was July 10. You charged someone with a crime before you had the evidence. That's not law enforcement. That's comedy.
And the worst offense of all? Thinking you old incompetent folks could take me out so amateurishly.
You failed the prosecution. You had the prosecutor sued and settled. You revealed the whole scheme through your own stupidity. You couldn't get one single win so far. Not one.
Jesus Christ, you guys are a case to be studied. Law schools should teach a course on how NOT to run a municipal conspiracy. "Introduction to Getting Caught: The Jerry Creel Method."
So now? I make you cry.
Until we fix this mess. Until you quit. Until you correct every single fuck-up — including your little private court, all the TCO schemes, and every piece of selective enforcement you've ever signed.
Peter Abide is covering your legal fees illegally through the city budget. But this is fraud, Jerry. No insurance — and certainly not the taxpayers — should pay for your personal misconduct. You can't run from accountability, Jerry boy.
It's leeched to you now. You SHALL correct.
JERRY — LET'S COUNT TOGETHER [Documented Facts + Opinion]
3 federal lawsuits. Section 1983. RICO. All pending.
FBI open case.
DOD open case.
Harrison County Sheriff open case.
DOJ submittals.
And a few other venues — including the ACLU and every single other civil rights organization that takes complaints.
Let me tell you something, my friend:
You must pray you don't get hit every single day.
I only need to hit once.
And I try every day. Every single day. Filing. Documenting. Reporting. Submitting. Building the case. Stacking the evidence.
One day, I shall get it. It's math, Jerry. It's certain.
You need to win every battle. I only need to win one war.
Wake up, Jerry boy.
BUT THE ONE THAT WILL HURT YOU THE MOST [Political Commentary]
It's not the FBI. It's not the DOJ. It's not even the federal courts.
It's this one right here, Jerry boy.
peoplevsbiloxi.com
The People's Voice.
You shall be exposed. Permanently. Publicly. Searchably.
Every time you sit at a table. Every restaurant. Every city council meeting. Every church pew. Every grocery store checkout line.
Everyone there knows who you are, Jerry boy.
They've read about the Saturday desk. They've read about Jill Pol. They've seen the affidavit dates. They know about the Sunday surveillance. They're waiting for the third name.
You can't outrun Google, Jerry. You can't settle with a search engine. You can't get a protective order against public memory.
Everyone. Knows. Everything.
And it's permanent.
And the best part, Jerry boy?
You got high judging the people. Year after year. Citizen after citizen. You sat on your little throne at the Building Department and played God with people's property, people's livelihoods, people's dreams.
Guess who's going to be judging you?
A JURY.
THE FUCKING PEOPLE, JERRY.
The same people you surveilled. The same people you charged. The same people you made cry. The same people who read this website.
Good fucking luck.
Rise and shine, Biloxi. The undersigned keeps promises.
COMING SOON — OFFICIAL MERCHANDISE
"I CAME TO BILOXI AND ALL I GOT WAS A STUPID STOP WORK ORDER"
T-shirts. Mugs. Hats. Bumper stickers. The whole collection.
Price: TBD
Wearing it to City Council: FREE
Stay tuned, dear readers. The People's merch is coming.
LOCAL RESTAURANT UPDATE [Satire]
A local Biloxi restaurant is reportedly considering a new signature dish:
"THE HERO'S SPECIAL"
One whole chicken leg — spread wide open on the table.
Drizzled in our signature Stop Work Order Sauce — spicy, red, and fresh off the press.
Served on a desk. Saturdays only. No reservation required — just show up when the building's empty.
Comes with a side of Stop Work Order confetti and a complimentary "I Won't Tell If You Won't" cocktail.
Use coupon code "RICO" for the free drink. (That's "delicious" in Spanish.)
Special discount: City employees eat free. HR managers get seconds.
Ask your server about the "Rise and Shine" breakfast version — available Sunday mornings after church.
BREAKING: Sources say Mayor FoFo and Peter Abide are considering opening their own restaurant if the corruption thing doesn't work out:
"THE MAFIOSO HANGOUT"
Family-style dining. No receipts. No public records. Cash only.
Try the "Abide's $150/Hour Appetizer" — you won't know what you're paying for, but you'll keep paying.
And don't miss the "FoFo's Property Tax Surprise" — the bill is always higher than the menu says.
House specialty: "The Creel's Dilemma" — it's a hot and cold dish. Sometimes it rises, sometimes it doesn't. Comes with performance anxiety and a side of excuses. Ask Mrs. Creel for the review.
Off-menu: "The Holleman Special" — a secret recipe from Harrison County. If you know, you know. If you don't, you can't afford it anyway. *wink wink*
For dessert: the "Upsie Dixie" — a Southern classic with layers of corruption, topped with a cherry-picked ordinance and drizzled in good ol' boy syrup. Sweet enough to make you forget your rights.
FRIDAYS: "The Taxpayer Bonanza" all-you-can-eat buffet. Unlimited servings. You're not paying — well, actually, you are. You just don't get to eat.
WEEKENDS: "Pitch-A-Tax Contest" — Pitch FoFo a new tax idea. Toll booths? Airbnb fees? Breathing surcharge? Sunshine tax? If he likes it, you eat for free. Winner gets their name on the ordinance. Losers just get the bill like everyone else.
VIP SECTION: "Jurassic Park" — The exclusive back room. Dinos only. Grandfathered licenses required for entry. No credentials, no college degrees, no problem. Just be old, be connected, and have entered the profession through a loophole before they closed the door. Velociraptor service. Extinction-level privacy.
Reservations required. Must know a guy who knows a guy. [Satire]
A Message from the Neighbors
The undersigned received this text today:
"Good evening Yuri. This is your neighbors Heidi & Dan Hoye. We want you to know that we support you and hope you succeed with your dreams. We have had to list our home for sale and decided the Biloxi politics are too much for us. We are outsiders here. Moving here from Wisconsin and thinking Biloxi was pro small business. Please know we wish you the very best! — Heidi & Dan Hoye, 1611 Glenn Swetman"
Another victim. Another out-of-state investor leaving town. They went through the process. They got the approvals. And now they're being held on an "appeal" — which the City cannot legally do. That's insane.
They also wrote:
"Judge Bourgeois out of Gulfport has had our case on his desk for a year and a half. And the fire department refusing to put anything in writing. It literally takes a month just to get an answer. After talking with 3 different people they tell us: the sprinkler company has to submit plans. They won't give us any information in writing. Why would I trust a sprinkler company to give me a fair bid above our fire department… I want to know what we need beforehand. It's going to cost us at least $50,000."
$50,000 for sprinklers. No written requirements from the fire department. A judge sitting on their case for eighteen months. A retirement fund — gone.
This shit show must end.
A WARNING TO JERRY CREEL — 15 DAYS
Creel — how about we give you a chance?
Call these people. Tell them the requirements. Issue their little permit. Do your fucking job for once.
You have 15 days to take action before the undersigned starts covering this in detail. A new article. A new investigation. Another chapter in the Saturday Fuckboy Chronicles.
The clock starts now.
Legal Notice: This is a public demand for a government official to perform their statutory duties. This is protected petition for redress of grievances under the First Amendment. No personal benefit is sought — only that citizens receive the government services their taxes pay for.
A WARNING TO THE BILOXI FIRE DEPARTMENT
Dear Fire Department:
Get to fucking work.
These people need written sprinkler requirements. Not phone tag. Not "talk to the sprinkler company." Not a month of waiting for a simple answer. Written requirements. That's your job.
Want to become our playmates? Want your own category on this website? Your call.
Or — and here's a novel idea — just reach out to these people. Have a 10-minute conversation. Answer these poor souls who no longer have a retirement fund because of your bureaucratic incompetence.
The warning has been issued.
And to the Saturday Fuckboy himself — Jerry Creel:
Rise and shine for these people. Give them their license to operate. You have time for HR managers on your desk. You have time for Sunday surveillance. You have time for "removal scenarios" with your Board buddies.
Find time for the Hoyes. They deserve better than this city has given them.
Fifteen days, Jerry. Then we add another chapter.
THE UNDERSIGNED'S COMMITMENT
The undersigned will be calling Heidi. The undersigned will tell her to report back in 30 days.
Why 30 days? So you dinosaurs don't cry to the judge later that we go too hard on you. You're being given a chance to make this right. A chance for this matter to be left alone.
Not because of the undersigned — but because of the neighbors. The undersigned wishes them no part in this. They came to Biloxi to retire. They deserve peace, not your bullshit.
If she has been given due process on her situation — if the Fire Department has provided written requirements, if Jerry Creel has done his job, if the City has treated her like a citizen instead of an enemy — then we close this chapter.
Otherwise? The undersigned will invite her to join as a plaintiff.
And your life just got twice as worse, dear fuckboy. Another federal plaintiff. Another set of claims. Another deposition where you have to explain your "process."
But if you fail too? The undersigned will make it painful.
You don't get to bill legal fees and forget this exists. You don't get to rack up taxpayer dollars defending your incompetence and walk away unscathed. You will be remembered — by being named in your personal capacity, exposed publicly, documented permanently.
The undersigned will keep digging. Your dirty. Your little buddies' dirty. Every contract. Every relationship. Every favor.
Your silence means nothing.
Here's a promise in its purest form: this will get worse, by the week, until we fix it.
Get to work. Don't test the waters.
Heidi and the undersigned are not your HR manager for you to fuck on weekends.
Jerry — you will learn your place. You will be taught. You will be removed.
These are your options.
Oh, and by the way, fuckboy — that November 18 report. The one supposed to be delivered same day. Then a week later. Then... nothing.
Today is December 22. What are you waiting for? Has fucking your employees got you so distracted you forgot how to read a calendar?
We're waiting, Jerry. The undersigned. The federal court. The citizens you're supposed to serve.
Where's the report?
A LITTLE KEYWORD FOR YOU, JERRY [Opinion]
Here's something to keep you up at night:
TCO
We know about your little TCO scheme, Jerry. We know how many of these you're pumping out left and right. Temporary Certificates of Occupancy — the magic paperwork that lets your buddies move forward while the rest of us wait in bureaucratic purgatory. [Under Investigation]
You know you're getting arrested at some point, right? It may take a minute. The wheels of justice grind slowly. But they grind. [Opinion]
Wait until we get to discovery, Jerry boy.
Subpoenas. Depositions. Document requests. Every TCO you've ever signed. Every "favor" you've ever done. Every pattern of selective enforcement.
Sleep tight.
Legal Disclaimer
This article presents documented facts sourced from:
- Official transcript of November 7, 2025 Board hearing
- City of Biloxi public records
- LeBatard Architecture public biography
- Federal court filings (Cases 1:25-cv-00178, 1:25-cv-00233, 1:25-cv-00254)
All claims are supported by documentary evidence. Characterizations of conflicts of interest and structural bias are based on established due process jurisprudence. This constitutes protected speech under the First Amendment.
Documents Referenced
- Official Transcript, November 7, 2025 — Building Board of Adjustment and Appeals hearing, Court Reporter F. Dusty Burdine, CSR No. 1171
- LeBatard Architecture Website — Firm history, Michael LeBatard biography, Beau LeBatard "second-generation architect"
- ABC News / Good Morning America (2002) — Feature on Chris LeBatard and Christy Collins engagement, double wedding with twin brother Ernie
- Bradford-O'Keefe Funeral Homes Obituary (2021) — Lists "Chris and Christy LeBatard of Biloxi" among survivors
- Biloxi City Council Resolution (Sept. 3, 2019) — Reappointment of "Mike LeBatard" to Building & Housing Board of Adjustments and Appeals
- Biloxi State of the City Report (2010) — Small Craft Harbor bait shop design by LeBatard
- Biloxi City Council Agenda (July 21, 2020) — Tri-Party Development Agreement listing LeBatard Architecture
- WLOX News (Feb 22 & June 6, 2008) — Bay Village development hearings, LeBatard statements to Planning Commission
- Biloxi AHRC Agendas (2020) — LeBatard Architecture as applicant for 902 Howard Ave, 197 Caillavet St
- City of Biloxi Engineering Dept. — Christy LeBatard as Engineering/Public Works Director
- Tumey v. Ohio, 273 U.S. 510 (1927)
- Ward v. Village of Monroeville, 409 U.S. 57 (1972)
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