🎵 GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT

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What is a year, dear reader?

Not many know, but the undersigned is an astrodynamics professional. From a first principles perspective, a year consists of one complete orbit around the Sun. One turn. 365.25 days of hurtling through the void at 67,000 miles per hour while spinning on a tilted axis. That's it. That's the science.

But culturally—as humans—it means more.

It means a cycle. It means the end of a period. And the start of another.

It means we get to draw a line in the sand and say: that was then, this is now.

It means we reflect on what was. And decide what will be.

So the undersigned reflects.

What a year it has been.

Three federal lawsuits. Twenty-plus named defendants. A website that grew from a whisper to a roar. A protective order motion that crashed and burned in spectacular fashion. And now—a brand new domain: peoplevsjerrycreel.com.

The undersigned wishes all of you—our dear readers, our tipsters, our fellow citizens who refuse to accept the lie—a Happy New Year. 🎉

May 2026 bring you justice, peace, and building permits issued without retaliation.

But wait.

The undersigned must be fair.

The undersigned also wishes luck to all of us. And there—right there, in that bucket of "all of us"—the undersigned places the dinosaurs. 🦖

Yes, Mr. Creel too. (We wish we could address him directly, but there's a protective order now. Very formal. Very compliant.)

He's going to need it.

Fun fact: Just yesterday, the undersigned drove past the Old Biloxi Cemetery on Irish Hill Drive. There, emerging from the direction of the headstones in his black Volvo surveil mobile, was Jerry Creel himself. The undersigned will admit—we got spooked. He saw us. We saw him. His soul almost left his body. And he looks like a corpse escaping that cemetery.

Is Mr. Creel taking his vitamins? We hope so. We want him healthy so he can face the consequences of his actions. We genuinely hope he takes care of himself.

(Note: Mr. Creel now has a protective order against us. We can no longer hurt his feelings directly—only through this website. So we address him in the third person now. Very formal. Very legal. Very compliant.)

Stay risen, Mr. Creel. Never stop shining. Happy 2026.

(He knows what we mean.) ☀️

See, luck is the only thing that might save Mr. Creel now. Because skill certainly hasn't. His high-level secretaries couldn't pull it off. Tim Holleman couldn't pull it off. His dispositive motion disguised as a protective order? The court saw right through it.

The undersigned has a gift for Mr. Creel. A little song. A New Year's carol, if you will.

Consider it a celebration of his spectacular failure.

He should grab a drink. He'll need it.

Well you're a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little builders like the one in me
That's okay—let's see how you do it 🏚️
Dead mayor's house, Sunday drives—put up your dukes, let's get down to it 💀

Hit me with your best shot 🎯
Come on, fucking dinosaur, hit me with your best shot 🦖
You tried—you failed with your best shot 😂
Fire away!

You tried to gag me down in federal court ⚖️
Deployed Tim Holleman—that's your support? 🤡
High-level secretaries tried to pull it 💼
Sneak a dispositive motion—but you can't do it 😢
The court said no, you came up short 📉

Hit me with your best shot 🎯
Come on, fucking dinosaur, hit me with your best shot 🦖
You tried—you failed with your best shot 😂
Fire away!

The only thing you got out of this? 🎁
A brand new website—don't you miss! 💻
🔗 www.peoplevsjerrycreel.com
Two-fifty K in fees, mine: zero 💰
Tell me Jerry, who's the hero? 🦸

Hit me with your best shot 🎯
Come on, fucking dinosaur, hit me with your best shot 🦖
Every shot you take ends up in court for me ⚖️
Hit me with your best shot—
Rise and shine! ☀️

Long story short, dear readers:

If the undersigned were to explain this in one elevator pitch—and the undersigned has been in many elevators, some metaphorical, some literal, all ascending—here it is:

The mediocre dinosaurs created a whole conspiracy theory.

And dear reader—if you want to witness the most repugnant spectacle on the planet, read the transcript from September 30, 2025.

Imagine this: a 70+ year old man—a seasoned attorney who has spent decades in courtrooms—making puppy eyes at a federal judge. Playing the victim. Trembling voice. "Your Honor, my client is being harassed."

It is beyond shameful. You feel it in your bones. And while it's not you up there groveling, while you're just reading a transcript, you still feel the second-hand embarrassment radiating off the page. It's absolutely crazy.

This is what $250,000 in taxpayer-funded legal fees buys you: a septuagenarian doing theater.

According to them, we were "harassing" the geriatric corruption mob. "Extorting" them through this website. Using "threats" and "intimidation" to... what, exactly? Get them to follow the law? Issue permits they should have issued anyway? Stop surveilling our wife on Sundays?

The horror.

They cherry-picked communications out of context. Communications about issues they aggravated. They filed for a protective order. And inside that protective order, they tried to sneak in a gag order—a dispositive motion dressed in sheep's clothing.

And the exhibits? Oh, dear reader, the exhibits.

We know we probably pissed off the poor Magistrate who got caught in the middle of this. And he's actually a very nice person who seems to be genuinely attempting to make this work somehow. We must say—his job is definitely challenging.

Because our boys—and if we can't be honest here, us—are not giving each other a second of rest.

If the undersigned goes over a font size? Motion to strike. An extra page? Motion to dismiss. A typo? Emergency filing with tears. The geriatric mob will move to dismiss, strike, and cry—all at the same time. It's like watching elderly velociraptors fight over procedural scraps while a federal judge tries to maintain order.

To the Magistrate: we see you. We appreciate you. And we apologize in advance for whatever comes next.

Now, back to those exhibits.

They filed the kissing video between Peter and Jerry. 💋

They filed the "Rise and Shine" text messages. ☀️

They filed all the hilarious satirical content that the clerks must have loved processing.

Here's the thing about clerks, dear reader. Let the undersigned give you the inside scoop on how it works.

The undersigned recently had the privilege of visiting the chambers of a circuit judge. We met their clerks. We saw how a judge actually works—the process, the rigor, the attention to detail. It was an incredible experience.

But here's what struck us most: these are mostly recent law school graduates. Top of their class. Brilliant minds who fought tooth and nail for these positions. Federal clerkships are among the most competitive, prestigious jobs a young attorney can land. We're talking cream of the crop. Future Supreme Court advocates. The best and brightest.

And these are the people who had to process Jerry Creel's AI-generated kissing video as a formal court exhibit.

And obviously, they must appreciate a kissing video between a Building Official and a City Attorney. That's something to write home about. "Mom, Dad—you won't believe what I indexed today. A romantic AI-generated embrace between two Mississippi municipal employees. My legal career has peaked."

And the undersigned? We had to brief the Magistrate about it.

Yes, dear reader. Because they filed an emergency protective order, we had to write a formal legal brief—filed on the federal docket, indexed for eternity—explaining the artistic merits of an AI-generated kissing video between Jerry Creel and Peter Abide. Decided on papers. No oral argument needed. The Magistrate read about municipal romance in written form. For posterity.

This is what our tax dollars fund. This is what federal judicial resources are being spent on. Emergency motions about satirical videos.

We imagine the scene: some poor federal clerk, coffee in hand, Monday morning, opening ECF attachment 97-4 and seeing Jerry Creel's AI-generated gladiator video.

"Honey, you won't believe what came through today."

The undersigned is quite sure we pissed off a judge or two. And for that, we must offer our sincere acknowledgment.

Every person we have dealt with at the federal court—from the clerks to the chambers—has been high-level. Professional. Incredible people doing difficult work.

They will have to pardon us for the drama.

For we are a man on a mission.

On behalf of the people.

For accountability.

And accountability, dear reader, is not polite. Accountability does not ask permission. Accountability does not tiptoe around the feelings of those who abuse power.

Accountability sings songs about dinosaurs and posts them on the internet.

Speaking of which...

⚠️ SATIRE • PARODY • PROTECTED POLITICAL COMMENTARY ⚠️

⚠️ SATIRE — FICTIONAL — PROTECTED POLITICAL COMMENTARY ⚠️

The above is a satirical dramatization. See Hustler Magazine v. Falwell, 485 U.S. 46 (1988)

The undersigned was ready to close this article. Pop the champagne. Ring in the new year.

But then we made a mistake.

We checked the City Council agenda for January 6, 2026.

And suddenly, the champagne tasted like evidence. Again.

Dear reader, allow the undersigned to introduce you to The Deputy Clerk Shuffle.

The January 6th Resolution

On January 6, 2026, the Biloxi City Council will consider Resolution 5C—appointing Tyra Johnson, described only as "current Biloxi police staff," as Deputy Clerk of the Municipal Court.

The contact persons listed on the agenda item are:

• Rick Weaver, Chief Administrative Officer
• Peter Abide, City Attorney

Peter Abide. The same Peter Abide currently defending the City in three consolidated federal civil rights lawsuits. The same Peter Abide whose law firm bills Biloxi approximately $566,000 annually. The same Peter Abide whose deputy clerks notarized false affidavits used to initiate criminal prosecution against a federal plaintiff.

Why is the City Attorney personally shepherding a routine clerical appointment through City Council?

Because the last pipeline got exposed. And now he needs a new one.

The Brooke Vanover Precedent

Remember Brooke Vanover? Jerry Creel's very own employee, appointed as deputy court clerk so she could—and this is real—"complete sworn documents for code enforcement violations"?

That's right. The Building Official wanted his own subordinate to notarize his own affidavits.

What could possibly go wrong?

The undersigned has described this as a "closed loop of self-certification"—where the accuser's own employees validate the accuser's accusations.

Very convenient. Also very unconstitutional.

The criminal case was dismissed on September 19, 2025. But the federal exposure? That's forever.

The Broken Toys

Let's be honest here, dear reader.

We broke Creel's heart. 💔

We broke Creel's mind. 🧠

We broke Creel's confidence. 📉

And we broke his little court scheme. 🏛️💥

Because let's face it—Brooke Vanover and Tara Busby apparently no longer want to commit RICO predicate acts.

Can you imagine? After all this time, after all those notarized false affidavits, after all those fabricated citations, after all those hours of loyal service to the retaliation apparatus—they suddenly developed cold feet.

Shocking.

Perhaps they realized that "enriching Currie Johnson lawyers" and "serving as tools of retaliation against federal plaintiffs" wasn't exactly the career path they envisioned when they joined public service. Perhaps they noticed that federal court filings are permanent and that named defendants in § 1983 lawsuits don't exactly get promoted to corner offices.

Or perhaps—just perhaps—they realized that this website exists.

So what's a desperate City Attorney to do?

He gets a cop.

Because nothing says "clean break from the past" like transferring the notarization scheme from the Building Department to the Police Department. Same function. Different badge. Fresh face with no pending federal litigation—yet.

Welcome to the rotation, Tyra.

The Loophole That Isn't

Now Peter Abide thinks he found a workaround.

Mississippi law says police officers can serve as deputy court clerks. Sure. Fine.

But here's what the statute also says:

Under the direction of the municipal judge. Not the Building Official. Not the Police Chief. Not the City Attorney. The judge.

Vanover was never under the direction of the municipal judge. She was under the direction of Jerry Creel—the same man whose accusations she was notarizing.

Tyra Johnson would be under the direction of the Police Department—the same agency whose accusations she would be processing.

The Sanitization

Here's what happened: federal litigation.

The Vanover scheme is now documented in three consolidated federal cases. The false affidavits. The non-existent ordinance. The citation-before-complaint sequence. All of it, filed in the Southern District of Mississippi, indexed on PACER, preserved for eternity.

Brooke Vanover is a named defendant facing § 1983 liability.

The Building Department pipeline is radioactive. Everyone who touches it gets named in federal lawsuits.

So what does a careful attorney do?

He finds a new pipeline.

Same function. Different department. Fresh face with no litigation baggage.

The January 6, 2026 agenda item is damage control disguised as routine administration.

The RICO Implication

For those following the federal litigation, this matters.

A RICO enterprise doesn't require every participant to know the full scope of the scheme. It requires a pattern of racketeering activity and continuity.

When one node of the enterprise gets exposed, the enterprise adapts. It doesn't dissolve. It reroutes.

And now there's a documented paper trail showing the enterprise learning from federal litigation exposure and restructuring accordingly.

That's not exculpatory. That's consciousness of guilt with a strategic response.

A Note on Tyra Johnson

Citizens of Biloxi:

When your Building Official spends taxpayer money trying to silence a satirical website instead of, say, issuing building permits—whose interests is he serving?

When your City Attorney files emergency motions about AI-generated kissing videos instead of settling legitimate civil rights claims—whose money is he burning?

When the entire apparatus of municipal government mobilizes to stop someone from calling them dinosaurs on the internet—who are the real clowns here?

When one deputy clerk pipeline gets exposed in federal court and the City Attorney personally sponsors the creation of a new one—what does that tell you?

Now you know.

Rise and shine, Mr. Creel. (Third person. Compliant.)

AI-generated satire. Protected under Hustler v. Falwell.

And Happy New Year. 🎉

2026 is going to be spectacular.

Related Investigations

• The Star Chamber of Biloxi — Inside the secret tribunal where due process goes to die
• Directed by the Mayor and Abide — Jerry Creel testified under oath that the City Attorney "directed" him
• Rise and Shine — The original article that started it all
• Perjury on July 10 — The false affidavits that started the criminal exposure

Documents Referenced

• ECF No. 97 — Motion for Protective Order, City of Biloxi
• ECF No. 97-4 through 97-9 — Exhibits including satirical videos and text messages
• City Council Agenda Item 5C (January 6, 2026) — Tyra Johnson appointment
• Resolution approving Brooke Vanover's appointment (October 22, 2024)
• Miss. Code § 21-23-11 — Municipal Court Clerks
• Hustler Magazine v. Falwell, 485 U.S. 46 (1988)
• NAACP v. Claiborne Hardware Co., 458 U.S. 886 (1982)

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