Jerry's Traffic of Influence

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Rise and Shine, Dear Readers

Mayor A.J. Holloway. Remember that name, Woolmarket.

By the way—Jerry Creel doesn't own a house. Do you know who owns the house he lives in on Saint Peter Street in Biloxi?

THE ESTATE OF HOLLOWAY.

Coincidence?

Coincidence is meeting your future wife in Paris. Coincidence is hearing a song that brings back memories. Coincidence is not living in a house owned by the mayor whose city you serve as Building Official.

The undersigned thinks not.

The same Holloway who promised you progress. The same Holloway who promised you fire stations. The same Holloway who doubled your taxes and told you the city's heart was "in the right place."

His estate houses the man who won't protect you. The same man who issued certificates of occupancy for the death trap that West Oaklawn has become. 18-foot roads. No sidewalks. No street lights. No street trees. And Jerry Creel signed off on it—the same Jerry Creel who lives in a house owned by the mayor's estate.

Small world, isn't it?

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Twenty-five years ago, the City of Biloxi annexed Woolmarket.

"Join the club," they said. "It will be fun."

The promises were grand. Progress. Prosperity. A better future. Better quality of life. Higher property values. Real municipal services. A building official that can do his job. A city attorney that won't drink you dry. Empty promises, my friends.

Now think about this. Your parents tell you you're getting a PlayStation 5 for Christmas if you do your homework. You do your homework. You don't get the PlayStation. They failed their promise. Disappointing, right?

But what if—on top of not getting that PlayStation—you also get a beating?

And if you complain? You get arrested on top of the beating.

Welcome to the Biloxi experience.

Woolmarket didn't just fail to receive what was promised. They got taxed double, stuck with crumbling infrastructure, and handed Jerry Creel—a Building Official who surveils federal plaintiffs instead of protecting residents. They did their part. They paid their dues. And in return, they got robbed and beaten.

Mayor Holloway told WLOX the city would build three fire stations to serve Woolmarket. They budgeted half a million dollars for land. They promised new fire trucks, paved roads, water and sewer, a water tower, recreation facilities. The full package. The Biloxi dream.

The residents were skeptical but hopeful. Their taxes doubled overnight. Their property assessments skyrocketed. But the city's heart was "in the right place"—or so they were told. Trust us. We're from the government. We're here to help.

That was December 2000.

Today—twenty-five years later—those same residents and their children live on 18-foot roads that should be 40 feet wide. Fire trucks can't fit down their streets. The infrastructure is "crumbling"—their word, not ours, spoken at a Planning Commission meeting in October 2025.

So much for progress.

What did Biloxi deliver to Woolmarket?

Jerry Creel.

The Sunday surveillance pervert who stalks federal plaintiffs after church. The Hydra Bandit who manufactures criminal charges against enemies of the Building Department. The man with six hats and zero time to enforce road safety standards for the residents he supposedly serves.

They were promised a rise and shine. Instead, they got a Building Official who won't rise. Who won't shine. Not for them. Not for their roads. Not for their fire safety. Not for their children.

Jerry Creel has plenty of time to surveil plaintiffs on Sundays. Plenty of time to manufacture affidavits. Plenty of time to send armed police for paperwork delivery. Plenty of time to fight six-month federal court battles over $97 certificates.

But protect Woolmarket? Sorry, folks. The Hydra is busy.

They promised prosperity. They delivered persecution.

They promised progress. They delivered a Building Official who only wakes up when there's an enemy to destroy.

Twenty-five years of promises. Twenty-five years of waiting. And when the residents finally speak up about crumbling infrastructure and inadequate roads, the Planning Commission votes unanimously to ignore them.

Join the club, they said. It will be fun.

Welcome to Biloxi, Woolmarket. Was it worth it?

Peter Abide would say it was.

Fun fact—and this wasn't even posted by the undersigned—the Napoleon of Biloxi, the tallest five-foot man in municipal history, has billed the city over seven hundred thousand dollars in legal fees.

That's not a typo. That's not an exaggeration. That's the price tag for Peter C. Abide's legal empire. That's what happens when a City Attorney runs a protection racket instead of a law department. That's the cost of defending Jerry Creel's manufactured violations, fighting federal plaintiffs, and keeping the Hydra fed.

Hey Woolmarket—how does it feel?

How does it feel knowing your doubled property taxes are funding this legal cartel? How does it feel knowing that while your roads crumble and your fire trucks can't fit down your streets, seven hundred thousand dollars went to lawyers defending the very officials who won't lift a finger for you?

And here's the kicker—$718,913.97 is just the outside contractors. In 2025 alone.

Don't misread this, dear reader. Don't think for a second this is some twenty-year cumulative figure. Some lifetime achievement award for legal billing. No. This is one year. Seven hundred eighteen thousand dollars. In twelve months. To outside contractors. Just in 2025.

The legal department itself? Surpasses two million dollars a year.

We would give you the full figure, Woolmarket. We really would. But Peter Abide said those records are protected.

Not kidding.

He—an outside contractor—responded to a public records request about himself. Himself. And denied it. The man being paid with your tax dollars decided that you, the taxpayer, don't get to know how much he's being paid.

Let that sink in. The fox guarding the henhouse. The defendant judging his own case. The bandit auditing his own heist.

That's your tax dollars at work, Woolmarket. That's Biloxi's priorities laid bare. That's what "Join the club" really meant.

Having fun yet?

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Dinosaurs do not care about key performance indicators. Dinosaurs have no metrics for success beyond their own survival. Dinosaurs lumber through their domains, consuming resources, crushing smaller creatures underfoot, blissfully unaware that the meteor is already visible on the horizon.

Today, we shall suggest to our dinosaurs an issue that demands immediate attention. An issue that falls squarely within the responsibilities of Rise-and-Shine Mr. Creel and the Napoleon of Biloxi himself—Peter C. Abide, the five-foot-tallest man in municipal government. What Napoleon lacked in height, he compensated with strategic brilliance. What Abide lacks in height, he compensates with... well, we're still waiting to see.

But we digress.

The undersigned went outside this morning. Picked up a piece of wood. Tried to light it. Failed—the wood was damp from weekend rain. No matter. The undersigned grabbed a lighter instead. The symbolic meaning remains intact: fire is fire, rebellion is rebellion, and torches burn regardless of ignition method.

This got us thinking about Jerry Creel's priorities.

What does the Hydra Bandit have time for? Surveillance. Stalking. Manufacturing affidavits. Sending armed police. Filing false charges. Fighting federal lawsuits for six months over a $97 certificate.

What does the Hydra Bandit NOT have time for? Unfortunately, our friends in Shorecrest, Oaklawn, Eagle Point, and Woolmarket are the answer.

And for that—brothers in arms—we shall add light to their cause.

Let's go, boys.

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People vs Biloxi

As the website name suggests—this is People vs Biloxi.

Not "Petrini vs Biloxi." Not "One Guy With a Grudge vs Biloxi."

Well—the grudge is there. The undersigned is not even trying to hide it. These damn dinosaurs from hell earned every ounce of it.

But this is bigger than one badass man.

People.

Here, we shall raise torches with the residents of Shorecrest, Oaklawn, Eagle Point, and Woolmarket—where their safety, fire department access, and infrastructure gave way to traffic of influence.

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The Series: Traffic of Influence

This is Part 01 of a new investigative series documenting Jerry Creel's priorities.

What does the Hydra Bandit have time for? Persecution.

What does the Hydra Bandit NOT have time for? Protection.

Each part will expose a different community left behind while Jerry Creel was busy surveilling federal plaintiffs, manufacturing affidavits, deploying armed police for paperwork, and fighting six-month federal court battles over $97 certificates.

Woolmarket is just the beginning.

Shorecrest. Oaklawn. Eagle Point. These residents needed a Building Official who enforces road safety standards. Instead, they got a Hydra Bandit who can't rise and shine—unless there's an enemy of the Building Department to charge.

If your community got screwed while Jerry Creel was busy persecuting someone else, your story could be Part 02, Part 03, or beyond. The documentation is building. The pattern is emerging. The federal case grows stronger with every community we identify.

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Rise and Shine, Jerry Creel

Another Day, Another Documented Failure

Good morning, Jerry.

The undersigned hopes you enjoyed your weekend. We certainly did. We spent it documenting your latest performance failure—this time, captured in the public record at the City Council meeting.

You know what they say: when you've dug yourself into a hole, stop digging.

You brought a backhoe.

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The Man of Many Hats

Before we proceed, a brief mythology lesson for our readers.

A hydra is a serpent-like monster from Greek mythology. Cut off one head, two more grow back. The creature was considered virtually indestructible because every attack only made it stronger. Heroes who faced it learned the hard way: you cannot defeat a hydra by fighting one head at a time.

A bandit—well, the undersigned trusts our readers understand this one. Someone who takes what isn't theirs. Someone who operates outside the law while pretending to enforce it. Someone who robs you blind and somehow makes you thank them for the privilege.

Put them together and you get Jerry Creel: the Hydra Bandit.

A multi-headed monster where every head serves the same criminal enterprise. Challenge his permit denial? Another head appears to deny your appeal. Question his enforcement? Another head writes you a citation. File a federal lawsuit? Six heads coordinate to manufacture criminal charges against you while a seventh stalks your wife at her workplace.

Interestingly, after the Whitehead article went viral, several citizens reported in local Facebook groups that they too experienced "cars" and surveillance. One citizen reported that Creel reached out to their employer—in this case, the military base—under "FoFo" orders to obtain their supervisor's contact information. Traffic of influence at its finest: cross your Building Official, and he'll call your commanding officer.

Now picture this hydra can't rise and shine. It's sluggish. Lethargic. Completely useless for protecting citizens. But perched atop its six writhing heads—riding the beast like some bureaucratic cavalry—sits the Napoleon of Biloxi himself. Five feet of municipal authority directing a monster that only wakes up when there's an enemy to destroy.

That gives you a pretty clear, vivid picture of Biloxi's municipal government.

Now let's inventory this creature's municipal empire. This man wears more hats than a milliner's convention.

Sources from Victoria's Secret have reached out seeking consultation with Mr. Creel on their hat department. Their top designers manage two seasonal collections at best—and even that requires a full creative team. They admire Creel's ability to maintain six simultaneously. Perhaps there's a future in fashion after the federal judgments come due.

On October 22, 2024, City Council appointed Brooke Vanover as Deputy Court Clerk upon Creel's recommendation. The Resolution's language is revealing—let's quote it directly:

Read that again. Slowly.

The Community Development Department—Jerry Creel's department—needed "immediate preparation of documents under oath." They needed someone available "at such times" to "complete the sworn documents for code enforcement violations."

They built on-demand prosecution infrastructure.

Advantageous. That's the word they chose. Not "necessary for due process." Not "required for fair adjudication." Not "essential for justice."

Advantageous.

Advantageous to whom? To citizens seeking fair treatment? To constitutional rights? To the rule of law?

No. Advantageous to the Building Department. Advantageous to Jerry Creel. Advantageous to charging enemies at will, on demand, without delay.

Vanover serves dual roles: Deputy Court Clerk with notarial authority to validate criminal affidavits, AND an employee within Community Development under Director Jerry Creel's direct supervision. She notarizes criminal affidavits sworn by Creel and other Community Development employees—her direct supervisors and co-workers.

On July 10, 2025, Vanover notarized four of Creel's affidavits claiming he witnessed violations at "10 o'clock (am/pm)" at 1606 Beach Boulevard. At 10:30 AM that same day, Creel emailed the undersigned discussing routine engineering review—no mention of witnessing any violations. The affidavits were manufactured. Vanover validated them anyway.

Creel now relies on the mercy of someone he tried to incriminate, tried to jail, persecuted, denied a certificate of occupancy, and made his wife cry several times. A bad position to be in.

As readers might have noticed, the undersigned is not the best when the theme is "forgiveness."

The undersigned could've forgiven and forgot. Or created a website to announce his crimes. I guess we kinda settled in between.

That's not code enforcement. That's a criminal enterprise with notary stamps.

Six hats. One man. Zero accountability.

The undersigned wishes he had Jerry Creel as a customer at a hat store. This guy is pure money. Six hats at retail? That's a mortgage payment. And he'd probably need a seventh for "Selective Enforcement Czar" and an eighth for "Sunday Surveillance Specialist."

At this rate, the undersigned could retire. Open a haberdashery. Call it "Creel's Constitutional Violations & Fine Headwear." The tagline writes itself: "A hat for every abuse of power."

But we digress.

Concentration of power? No. The undersigned can't even call it that. "Concentration" implies power existed somewhere else first before being gathered. This is something else entirely.

This is a dictatorship.

Creel the Hydra Bandit That Can't Rise and Shine.

Cut off one head—another appears. Challenge his permit denial? He controls the appeal board. Appeal to the board? He's the Secretary. Question his historic standards? He's the Historic Preservation Director. Need a tree permit? He's the Arborist authority. Fight back with public records requests? His subordinates notarize criminal charges against you on demand—advantageously.

Six heads. One hydra. Every head answers to the same brain.

And let's not forget the lovemaking sessions between the Hydra and Napoleon. After the passion subsides—after the constitutional violations have been consummated—the afterbed serves a special purpose. This is where Creel and Abide scheme against their victims. Pillow talk, but instead of sweet nothings, they whisper stop work orders and manufactured affidavits. Instead of planning vacations, they plot surveillance operations. Romance is dead in Biloxi, but persecution? That flame burns eternal.

Advantageously.

In any functioning government, these would be separate positions with independent oversight. In Biloxi, they're all Jerry Creel—the Hydra Bandit who built himself an empire where every escape route leads back to him.

And somehow, with all these heads, he still can't find time to enforce road width requirements that protect public safety.

Six heads. Infinite time for persecution. Zero time for protection.

The undersigned is beginning to sense a pattern here. Perhaps the Hydra needs a productivity seminar. Or perhaps—and hear the undersigned out—the Hydra's priorities reveal exactly what this operation has always been about.

Curious. Very curious.

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What We Discovered (That Was Already Known)

During Thursday's City Council discussions on Hawk Creek Phase II, something remarkable happened.

Jerry Creel stood up and stated some measurements.

Shorecrest: 22 feet wide. West Oaklawn: 18 feet wide.

And then? He shrugged. That's it. That's all he did.

He didn't cite the 40-foot minimum requirement for Collector Streets. He didn't mention Ordinance 23-7-4(A)(4) requiring developer-funded improvements. He didn't reference the Major Thoroughfare and Comprehensive Plans. He didn't explain to City Council why those measurements are a problem.

He just stated two numbers and moved on. Intentionally.

City Council had no idea those roads violate code. They didn't know local roads require 25 feet minimum. They didn't know collector roads require 40 feet. They didn't know the developer was supposed to fix all of this in Phase 1—before a single certificate of occupancy was issued.

They didn't know because Jerry Creel didn't tell them.

It took BPU posting about it publicly for anyone to understand what those numbers meant. BPU cited the 40-foot minimum. BPU applied Ordinance 23-7-4(A)(4). BPU referenced the Major Thoroughfare and Comprehensive Plans down to the foot.

Not Creel. BPU.

The Building Official whose job it is to enforce these codes stood in front of City Council, stated measurements that prove violations, and deliberately said nothing about what those violations mean or what should be done about them.

That's not incompetence. That's evasion.

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The October Planning Commission Meeting

When Residents Tried to Warn Them

Before Jerry Creel's City Council performance, there was another meeting. On October 16, 2025, Woolmarket homeowners showed up to Biloxi's Planning Commission to push back against Hawk Creek Phase II.

They came prepared. They came organized. They came with concerns that would prove prophetic.

19 letters of opposition were submitted to the City. Four residents stood up and spoke against the development. They weren't NIMBYs complaining about views. They were citizens warning about infrastructure, safety, and a pattern of overdevelopment that was crushing their community.

One neighbor's testimony deserves to be quoted in full:

"There's no reason we should be tearing down protected trees to squeeze in homes like sardines when [Meritage Homes] can't even sell what they've already built. We need to stop allowing overdevelopment and start protecting our natural resources and preserving what's left of our crumbling infrastructure."

Crumbling infrastructure.

Read that again. A resident of Woolmarket—someone who lives with these roads every day—used those exact words at a public meeting. Crumbling. Infrastructure.

And how did Meritage Homes respond?

Their Director of Land, Jordan Bursch, assured the Planning Commission that everything was fine. The engineering department reviewed the plans. MDEQ approved the stormwater plan. "Sufficient ponds" would detain water on site.

And the noise barrier that residents would lose when 26 protected trees came down? Bursch had an answer for that too:

"The new homes will be an unnatural noise barrier."

Let that sink in. The developer's defense of removing a natural noise barrier is that houses—unnatural structures—will replace it. He said the quiet part out loud. The development itself is unnatural. And he expects residents to be grateful for the substitution.

The Planning Commission voted. Unanimous approval.

19 letters of opposition. 4 residents speaking against. Warnings about crumbling infrastructure. All of it—ignored. Unanimously.

This is what democracy looks like in Biloxi. The people speak. The Commission listens. And then they vote exactly how they were always going to vote.

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The Trees They're Sacrificing

26 Protected Trees. 4-0-2 Vote. Two Abstentions.

Two weeks before the Planning Commission meeting, Biloxi's Tree Committee made their recommendation.

The vote: 4-0-2 in favor of allowing Meritage Homes to cut down 26 protected trees on the nearly 22-acre expansion between Oaklawn Road and I-10.

Four yes. Zero no. Two abstentions.

Why did two members abstain? What did they know? What concerns did they have that prevented them from voting yes—but also prevented them from voting no?

The undersigned would very much like to speak with those two committee members.

The City's consulting arborist, Brad Manus, provided cover for the decision. His professional opinion: most of the trees "are not in the best of health." Even if developers intended to keep them, the oaks would be "unlikely to survive."

Translation: the trees are going to die anyway, so we might as well let the developer kill them now.

Convenient, isn't it? Every tree standing in the way of development is somehow already dying. Every protected oak is somehow unhealthy. Every natural resource is somehow better off removed.

The Tree Committee did attach conditions:

• Save the Live Oak Tree near the entrance with the historic anchor
• Provide a sound buffer with Cedar Trees on lots adjacent to I-10
• Tree mitigation as required by the Biloxi Tree Ordinance

Conditions. Requirements. Promises.

Just like the road width requirements. Just like the infrastructure improvements. Just like all the other commitments that somehow never quite materialize once the COs are issued and the developer has moved on to the next project.

Watch carefully, Woolmarket. Watch what actually gets planted. Watch what actually survives.

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The Problem

You just proved—on the public record, in front of City Council, with witnesses—that you know how to read and apply municipal codes accurately.

You can't claim ignorance anymore.

You can't pretend the violations at 1606 Beach Boulevard were legitimate interpretations of complex regulations.

You can't argue that you simply misunderstood the requirements when you manufactured violations against a property that passed all inspections.

Because we just watched you apply the same types of codes correctly.

For a major developer. For Meritage Homes. For Hawk Creek Phase II.

Same Jerry Creel. Same code knowledge. Different outcome.

The Scoreboard Update

Property	Code Application	Result
Hawk Creek Phase II	Accurate, by the book	Developer must comply
1606 Beach Boulevard	Manufactured violations	$250,000+ taxpayer legal fees

One gets precision. One gets persecution.

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What This Means for Federal Court

The undersigned would like to thank you for this gift, Jerry.

No, really. Thank you. The undersigned cannot manufacture this kind of evidence. It has to be given. And boy, did you give.

Your City Council performance is now documented evidence of:

Every time you demonstrate accurate code enforcement elsewhere, you prove the enforcement against the undersigned was pretextual.

Keep performing, Jerry. The undersigned is documenting everything. And apparently, so are you—against yourself.

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The Rise and Shine Tally

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A Note to Woolmarket Residents

If you live near Hawk Creek Phase II—on Shorecrest, Oaklawn, or surrounding areas—pay attention.

At the City Council meeting, Jerry Creel stated the road widths: Shorecrest is 22 feet wide. Oaklawn is 18 feet wide.

What he didn't say? That these measurements are completely out of code. That even local roads must be at least 25 feet wide. That collector roads require 40 feet. That the developer was supposed to fix all of this in Phase 1—before a single certificate of occupancy was issued.

Behind closed doors, Creel claims West Oaklawn isn't a collector road. Fine. Let's play his game. Even if it's "just" a local road—18 feet is still 7 feet below the 25-foot minimum. And that's before we talk about what else West Oaklawn is missing:

• Sidewalks? None.
• Street trees? None.
• Street lamps? None.
• Proper road width? Not even close.

18 feet wide. No street lights. No sidewalks. No street trees. Just a fucking death trap.

Watch carefully to see if anything changes.

Because if Meritage Homes gets a pass while individual homeowners get persecution, you'll know exactly how the system works.

And when it happens to you, we'll be here.

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The Safety Crisis

An 18-foot road cannot accommodate a fire truck and parked vehicles simultaneously. A 22-foot road cannot handle emergency evacuation during a hurricane. These aren't technicalities. These are life-and-death standards that exist because people died when they weren't followed.

And then there's flooding.

At the October Planning Commission meeting, residents raised concerns about "decreased green space" leading to increased flooding. When you pave over 22 acres of land and remove 26 protected trees, water has to go somewhere. Physics doesn't care about developer promises.

Jordan Bursch assured everyone that "sufficient ponds" would detain water on site. MDEQ approved the stormwater plan. Engineering reviewed everything.

The undersigned has seen a lot of "approved" plans in Biloxi. The undersigned has also seen a lot of flooded streets, overwhelmed drainage systems, and residents posting videos of water pouring into their homes during heavy rains.

Approval is not the same as adequacy. A rubber stamp from engineering doesn't mean your basement stays dry.

Jerry Creel knows the measurements. He stated them himself at City Council: Shorecrest is 22 feet. Oaklawn is 18 feet. What he conveniently failed to mention? That these roads violate code. That local roads require 25 feet minimum. That collector roads require 40 feet. That West Oaklawn—at 18 feet—falls short by any standard.

He won't acknowledge any of this. Not publicly. Not on the record. The man who can cite obscure building codes to persecute federal plaintiffs suddenly can't remember basic road width requirements when it matters for resident safety.

The question isn't whether he knows. He knows. The question is whether he'll ever do his job—or whether developer relationships will always matter more than the people of Woolmarket.

Where Is Our Building Official?

What is our Building Official—who can't even rise and shine—waiting for to take action?

Where are his stop work orders when safety actually demands them?

He sent armed police to deliver a stop work order for nonexistent violations at a property that passed every inspection. He manufactured emergencies where none existed. He deployed tactical formations to intimidate a family in their own home.

But roads that are 18 feet wide when they should be at least 25—or 40 for collector roads? Roads where fire trucks cannot pass? Roads where residents could die in an emergency?

Silence.

What will happen when an ambulance can't reach a heart attack victim because the road is too narrow? What will happen when hurricane evacuation fails because the infrastructure couldn't handle the traffic? What will happen when a child dies because emergency response was physically impossible?

Will Jerry Creel take responsibility? Will Peter Abide? Will the City Council members who approved inadequate infrastructure?

Or will they blame someone else—the way they always do?

But here's the real problem—the one that makes this entire situation so much worse.

The City already approved the Certificates of Occupancy.

Read that again. The City—Jerry Creel's department—issued COs for homes on roads that don't meet code requirements. They signed off. They said "good enough." They let residents move in.

And in doing so, they removed the developer's incentive to complete the road widening.

Why would Meritage Homes spend millions widening Shorecrest and Oaklawn now? The homes are sold. The residents are in. The COs are issued. The developer got what they wanted. The City's leverage evaporated the moment those certificates were signed.

This is what happens when a Building Official is too busy manufacturing violations against federal plaintiffs to do his actual job. This is what happens when the Napoleon of Biloxi is too focused on scheming against enemies to protect citizens. This is what happens when the Hydra only rises and shines for persecution, never for protection.

The City was negligent. The City approved COs before requiring completion of infrastructure improvements. The City created this mess.

Now the City should pay for the road modifications—and then seek to recoup the costs from the developer. That's what accountability looks like. That's what a functioning municipal government does when it fails its residents.

Get to work, Hydra. Get to work, Napoleon.

The residents of Hawk Creek are waiting. The fire trucks that can't fit down those roads are waiting. The ambulances that can't reach heart attack victims are waiting.

Not after the development is built. Not after the residents move in. Not after the tragedy occurs.

Oh wait—that already happened. The development is built. The residents moved in. You approved it all.

Now fix it.

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The Questions That Demand Answers

Is the safety of these residents not important?

Is fire department access to Shorecrest and Oaklawn not a priority?

Are the lives of Woolmarket families worth less than the persecution of a federal plaintiff?

How is City Council not taking action against this incompetent?

They sat in that meeting. They heard Jerry Creel state the road widths—22 feet, 18 feet. They watched him recite numbers without once mentioning those numbers violate code. They watched him carefully avoid saying what everyone in that room should have heard: that local roads require 25 feet, collector roads require 40 feet, and West Oaklawn fails by any measure.

And they did nothing.

How is the Mayor not taking action against this incompetent?

The Mayor appoints the Building Board members. The Mayor oversees municipal operations. The Mayor is responsible for public safety. The Mayor watched $250,000+ in taxpayer money hemorrhage into federal court defending Jerry Creel's manufactured violations.

And the Mayor did nothing.

The residents of Woolmarket deserve answers:

Why does Jerry Creel have unlimited time to surveil federal plaintiffs but no time to enforce road safety standards?

Why does Jerry Creel have unlimited resources to manufacture criminal charges but no resources to protect your children from dying in a fire?

Why does Jerry Creel have six hats and zero accountability?

Why does City Council sit silent while the Hydra Bandit builds his empire?

Why does the Mayor allow a dictatorship to operate within municipal government?

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And while we're asking questions about the people protecting Jerry Creel:

Why is Peter Abide—an outside contractor—allowed to respond to public records requests about his own fees and deny them? Who watches the watchman?

Why has Currie Johnson billed the city hundreds of thousands of dollars defending manufactured violations? How much is too much?

Why does the City of Biloxi spend $2 million+ per year on a legal department that protects officials instead of citizens?

Why did Mike Manino sign off on the Building Department's reign of terror? Where is his accountability?

Why does Jennifer Polk continue enabling this system from her position?

Why does Chief John Miller send armed police to deliver paperwork for civil matters?

The cast of characters runs deep. The undersigned has documented them all.

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These are not rhetorical questions. We expect answers.

City Council meetings are public. The Mayor's office has a phone number. The residents of Woolmarket vote.

Rise and shine, City Council. Rise and shine, Mayor.

We, The People, are watching.

The negligence. The racketeering. The traffic of influence. The cozy relationships. All of it—at its final legs.

It lasted a long time. You can't complain. Decades of unchecked power. Generations of citizens who didn't fight back. A system built on the assumption that no one would ever document everything, publish everything, file federal lawsuits, and refuse to go away.

A little secret for our dear dinosaurs: it's insane how many of us there are.

The tips are flooding in. From all walks of life. Multimillionaires. Regular Joes. Business owners. Retirees. Developers who got squeezed. Homeowners who got crushed. People who thought they were alone. People who thought no one would believe them.

Their stories—just like the undersigned's own—seem unbelievable from the sheer level of absurdity. Armed police for paperwork? Manufactured affidavits? Surveillance of spouses? Stop work orders on properties that passed inspection? Cozy relationships that determine who gets permits and who gets persecution?

The undersigned didn't believe his own story when he lived it. Now dozens of others are sharing theirs. And they're all the same damn story. Different names. Different properties. Same dinosaurs. Same playbook. Same absurdity.

You built an empire on the assumption that victims don't talk to each other.

They do now. And they share a common voice: People vs Biloxi.

But no more.

Stop the game, damn dinosaurs. Stop playing with us. Stop the surveillance. Stop the manufactured charges. Stop the lovemaking scheming sessions. Stop pretending you serve anyone but yourselves.

GET TO WORK.

The people demand it. We aren't asking. We are DEMANDING. And guess what, dinosaurs? We won't be polite about it.

Remember what you are. You are but a Building Official. You are but a City Attorney. You serve the citizens' wellbeing—not your self-interest. Not your cozy relationships. Not your developer friends. Not your persecution targets.

You are public servants. Start acting like it.

The federal courts are watching. And we document everything.

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This Is Just The Beginning

The undersigned started looking into this topic.

It's hairy.

The Hawk Creek Phase II situation is bigger than one City Council meeting. Bigger than one set of road measurements. Bigger than one developer. The threads lead in multiple directions—zoning decisions, developer relationships, inspection histories, prior approvals, political connections.

This article shall serve as a basis. A foundation. A starting point.

As we delve deeper, talk to residents, review public records, and expand our investigation, more parts will follow. Part 02. Part 03. However many it takes.

The residents of Shorecrest, Oaklawn, Eagle Point, and Woolmarket have stories. The undersigned intends to hear them. Document them. Publish them.

If you live in these communities and have information about how this development was approved, what promises were made, what safety concerns were raised and ignored—we want to hear from you.

The Traffic of Influence series has just begun. And the Hydra Bandit That Can't Rise and Shine has no idea how deep we're willing to dig.

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Hawk Creek Residents

Don't think for a second you are alone.

Your fight is our fight. Your documentation strengthens our documentation. Your voices amplify our voices.

We shall, along with you, demand what is not only owed—but essential for your wellbeing. Safe roads. Fire department access. Infrastructure that doesn't kill your children when emergencies happen. These aren't luxuries. These aren't requests. These are the bare minimum of what a functioning government provides.

When they come for your property rights, your permits, your safety standards—remember who told you it was coming. Remember who documented it. Remember who raised the torches when everyone else looked away.

The torches are lit. Join us.

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Rise and Shine, Jerry

Another Monday. Another documented failure. Another brick in the federal case wall.

The undersigned suggests you enjoy your coffee this morning, Jerry. Read the article. Consider your choices. Perhaps check your calendar—because the week ahead promises to be eventful.

Because Monday is here. And so is December's D-Day.

The Hydra Bandit That Can't Rise and Shine has been documented. Again. The pattern grows. The coalition expands. The federal record builds.

Somewhere between the six hats and the zero accountability, between the "advantageous" notary appointments and the selective enforcement, between the stalking of plaintiff's wife and the refusal to protect Hawk Creek residents—somewhere in all of that, Jerry Creel forgot what public service means.

Or perhaps he never knew.

Rise and shine, Hydra. The torches are lit. And they're not going out.

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