The Nannies In Black of Habersham County

We discuss the delusional blur between reality and fictional entertainment . . . Mentally unbalanced political extremists and law enforcement officers are increasingly behaving as if they are stars of a drama, now being filmed.

To many of you, this might seem to be the great plot for a comedy movie, but it is real and happening right now in my mountainside neighborhood.  I don’t even know how this latest plot in the ongoing TV series, Neverneverland, will end.  Indeed, on April 23-24, 2024. both a female Neo-Nazi and a female law enforcement officer dressed in black Nanny’s winter uniforms in order to “spy” on my house . . . a not so clever idea borrowed from a movie, recently filmed near Atlanta.  

by Richard L. Thornton, Architect & City Planner

“Everybody knows that the Democratic Party is nothing but a bunch of Ni-S, Jews and Queers” – Blurted out by Habersham County, GA Sheriff’s Deputy to a retail store crowd

The grinning deputy was trying to ridicule me in front of about 20 Dollar General customers in a waiting line, so I would go bananas in front of witnesses, but actually at the time, I was an Independent and didn’t respond.

Nevertheless, he articulated what I suspected to be the case. Most white law officers and district attorneys in Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene’s stomping grounds view themselves as hired guns for the ultra-rightwing of the Republican Party. The county is named after James Habersham, who in partnership with John Morel, Jr., owned one of the nation’s largest slave auction houses.

There are worse insults. One morning, while I was picking up my Explorer and a $1000 over-charge at a auto repair shop in Cleveland, GA , a White County, GA deputy drove into the parking lot. He walked up to me, grinned . . . and then spit tobacco juice on my shoes. I did and said nothing.

After the incident, the deputy then went around White County telling everyone that I was obviously a librul queer. Any real man would have tried to hit him, so he could have filled me full of bullets legally . . . as planned.

I was supposed to be irate because of the fraudulent bill, so the White County Sheriff’s Department could tell the GBI investigators and news media that I was acting irrationally, when I attacked the good Christian, Republican deputy without provocation. I assume that the crooked auto mechanic would have been paid a bonus for cleaning off the shoes, before my body went to the morgue.

The Assault on the National Capitol

I can think of no better example of political extremists thinking themselves to be star actors on TV than the attack on the National Capitol. Many of the participants in the destructive acts within this sacred shrine of democracy were obtained from videos that the rioters placed of themselves on Youtube! In their narcistic world view, they thought of themselves as the heroes of the century.

As they ran down the hallway to the House Chambers they shouted, “Hang Pence! Kill Pence!” They gave absolutely no thought to the many great heroes of our nation, who walked those same halls. In contrast, Vivi, my French soulmate (see below) squealed with delight when she came upon the painting of the Marquis de La Fayette in that same hallway leading to the House. For awhile, I thought she was going to bow down and pray in front of the painting. LOL

Calls and emails from friends everywhere

In the autumn of 2022, I received a terse email from Vivi, my eternal French soulmate. Georgia law enforcement officers had contacted the French Consul in Atlanta and the French embassy in Washington. They claimed that Vivi and I were “bigtime international drug dealers.” The arrogant Cracker cops demanded that the French government give them Vivi’s real name, address and phone number, plus contact information for her children. They failed to mention that the last time we were together was March 1993!

French national security officials knew exactly who we were. The French Embassy had done a thorough background check on me before our first official date in December 1990 at the Smithsonian Institute. However, we had already been “together” for the previous 18 hours. LOL

You see, officially, Vivi was back then a pretty B-list actress and singer . . . covertly, she was an intelligence officer with the Direction générale de la Sécurité extérieure . . . the French CIA. French officials essentially told the impertinent Georgians to go to Hell. Vivi immediately unsubscribed to LinkedIn and The Americas Revealed. She never has communicated with me since then.

Meanwhile, the Habersham Sheriff’s Department was getting its 15 minutes of international fame. The burned body of a female realtor from Athens, GA (65 miles from my house) had been found at the northern tip of Habersham, 25 miles from house. Long before there was a Cause of Death Certificate issued by the Georgia Bureau of Investigation (suicide) the detectives of Habersham held a nationally televised press conference to announce that a serial killer in Habersham County “had emerged” and they were being guided by a self-styled psychic to bring him to justice.

Then starting in November 2022 and continuing into December, I began getting calls and emails from relatives, friends from the past and even a girlfriend in high school . . . 55 years ago. This was a month after the woman’s death had been declared a suicide. They had just gotten calls from the FBI, stating that they had been informed by the Habersham Sheriff’s Department that I was a bisexual serial killer, who had burned a woman to death and was a suspect in a series of murders going back 20 years. The FBI was seeking information that would help put me behind bars.

Those called even included my bosses in a Washington, DC area architecture-planning firm in 1973-1974 and my roommates at Georgia Tech (1967-1972). No one believed them.

The calls and emails were to urge me to move out of Georgia. I literally responded that I couldn’t afford to move back to near Washington, DC or to the Rocky Mountains and besides . . . this is the only place I ever lived, where my ancestors seem to be kicking the rear ends off of anyone who tries to harm me. These evil, treasonous people here can’t walk anywhere, without stepping on the dust of my Apalachete (Creek), Uchee and Soque Indian ancestors.

• The Habersham County witch, who sacrificed an animal and splattered a blood curse near the front door of my house, learned exactly a year later that she had put a curse on herself. She became infected with a antibiotic-resistant bacteria. Surgeons had to remove both of her arms and both of legs. Her head and torso lingered on for two years in a nursing home . . . each day brought her begging for someone to put her down.

• The Habersham County magistrate judge, who approved an illegal wire tap on my home before I moved the furniture in, went crazy. He shot up his neighborhood with a AR-15 assault rifle. He was neither shot down nor arrested, but given a one year paid furlough from his job.

• The best known female Republican politician in this region contacted me twice, shortly after I moved here trying to set me up with gay male professors at Piedmont University. Both times, I vehemently denied being gay, but she ignored me. Nevertheless, I told her that I was very interested in meeting single female professors. Her only response was to send me dozens of photos of teenage girls. Would you believe that although she was married, she was eventually fired for doing something illegal with teenage girls. The public was never told what happened and the Party protected her from prison time . . . to avoid the adverse publicity.

• The deputy who followed me around taking photos of me, wrecked his Sheriff’s Dept. pickup while DUI. He was fired.

• A female deputy, (hard core Neo-Nazi) who attempted to plant illegal drugs in my house, turned into a pumpkin larger that the door on her patrol car . . . almost overnight. Once a very pretty blond, her now deflated flesh droops across her wheel chair, like a rotten pumpkin, laying flat on a winter field.

• Another deputy, who placed a sonic dog attractor across the street in an attempt to run over my dogs, also was DUI, when wrecking his patrol car. He was fired.

• The prosperous Trumpite couple, who unsuccessfully tried to entice me into looking like a predator of young women, has gone bankrupt. . . . and so on.

Eventually, someone at the FBI had high enough security clearance to discover that I was one of the good guys in Georgia and was on the Federal Witness Protection Program. Because of a National Security Classification, my past services to the nation were not accessible to the regular FBI field agents , who unfortunately assumed that Northeast Georgia lawmen were telling the truth.

In order to save face, the Habersham detectives continued to make me a suspect in crimes, whether real or imagined . . . so they could continue tapping my phone and internet. Thus, when I bought a 32″ x 48″ cold frame from Amazon to start my broccoli plants in, my house was put under surveillance for three weeks by eight narcotics officers, dressed like Ninja Nerds, from the Georgia Mountain Area Drug Task Force. Seeing nothing, they stole 82 collards, broccoli, spinach and turnip sprouts from inside my house, hoping that they were marijuana plants.

Back to the Nannies in Black

On April 13, 2024 a small crew interviewed me several hours on my front porch for a TV documentary on the Early Colonial Period in the Southeast. While they were filming, there was a hornet swarm of paranoid Neo-Nazi pickups and local cop cars checking out events on my cul-de-sac. You see, the local powers-that-be hope to start an insurrection, if Trump is jailed in New York City as a result of the current criminal trial up there.

Normally, my street has very little traffic, but there was definitely a uptick of black and red pickups, plus unmarked law enforcement cars during the next week, driving slowly past my house. On Tuesday April 23, I looked up from working in my garden to see a strange young woman, dressed in an all black nanny’s winter outfit, pushing a stroller with a toddler, dressed entirely in black. Ever seen a little boy, dressed in black on a warm spring day? She was grinning ear-to-ear and pushing the stroller up the middle of the street.

Initially, I assumed that she was merely another one of the local trash, expecting to make big bucks in a court suit, when my dogs raced out in middle of the street to bark at the precious children or dog that were walking up the middle of the street. Some strangers let out cats or small dogs into my yard, hoping my dogs will attack them.

Nothing ever happened. When they see strangers, my two herd dogs typically run to me, whether we are indoors or outside.

In their minds, what these vipers are doing is “Christian,” because their preacher said that it is not a sin if you harm a librul. You are giving glory and praise to precious Donald the Messiah, who wants you to be wealthy, as a sign of your sincere faith in him.

As usual, nothing happened again, when the Nanny In Black passed by. Then the strange woman stopped to talk with my neighbor to the rear, Mrs. Holloway, about 10 minutes. Maybe the Nanny in Black was merely a newly arrived resident of the subdivision.

The next morning, April 24, a Sheriff’s Dept. administrator or detective in an unmarked department pickup parked next to my property then chatted on the radio or cell phone awhile with someone. About 20 minutes later a little electric mini-car, with an adult male and several children aboard, slowly moved past my house. I was working in the garden and the dogs were playing in the blueberry orchard next to the road. I knew that the cops and Neo-Nazis here had finally “gotten me.” The dogs wouldn’t harm the kids, but would surely bark. Then man then would testify that my vicious herd dogs had terrified the children.

Nope! Smart dogs. They didn’t bark. They merely stared at the electric cart quietly then eventually walked down the hill to me.

ANOTHER Nanny-In-Black appeared with a baby carriage, just before 5 PM that afternoon . . . again while I was working in the garden and the dogs were goofing off. The dogs immediately saw the cute Nanny In Black. They didn’t like the first one, but seemed to like this one and posed for her and looked cute . . . hoping that she would come down to pet them. They LOVE having company here at the house.

A consistent trait of both the occultists and Neo-Nazis here in North Georgia is that somehow think that they are smarter than anyone else. Apparently, she thought I would think that she was the same young woman, who came by the previous day. However, this one was slimmer, had a pony tail and was pushing a baby carriage, not a stroller. Her winter nanny’s uniform was charcoal-colored, not jet black. She was talking to her boss, who was hidden in the carriage. Actually, it was a two way radio. LOL

When she got to the top corner of my property, she locked the wheels of the carriage. She then carried on a brief conversation with her boss in the stroller before hiding behind a large Poplar tree. Once behind the Poplar, she extended her right arm parallel with the ground then quickly snapped a photo of me in the garden with a miniature spy camera. She then quickly pushed the stroller down the street, this time on the edge of the street, not the center . . . and disappeared into the west.

Conclusion

My understanding is that over the past 14 years, there have been a bunch of entry level witches, who have gone to law enforcement agencies and claimed that I said something inappropriate to them or even ravaged them. All were strangers, who lied.

I have been in close proximity to one woman in the past 14 years. She was an Italian architecture professor, who approached me at Betty’s Market in Helen, GA about giving her a tour of the historical sites in this area. She offered to pay me, but I refused, saying that I would be willing to pay her just to have a real live conversation with an unmarried woman, whose IQ is over 75. LOL

Many young women get involved with cruel activities, meant to destroy a successful man’s life. I remember Vivi and I talking about it long, long ago. Vivi said that sort of thing also went on in France , primarily to compromise wealthy executives, so they could be extorted for information or money. In fact, Vivi got involved in that sort of thing for awhile. She said that women curse themselves, when they sell their souls for money. She was about to go upstairs and commit suicide, when she met me at that magic Smithsonian Christmas Party.

She questioned why it wouldn’t just be more fun to have a good time with an available man, who was not necessarily be a long term pick, rather than try to hurt a stranger. What kind of fun is it to make up stories about encounters that never happened?

Unlike in Virginia, where I was at the center of events and the key line of communications between honest local cops and honest feds, I am completely out of the loop here. Things are happening, but I don’t know what they are. I do know that continued existence of our democratic way of life is on the chopping block. What will happen in the future. I do not know.

End of a Southern Appalachian Short Story in the tradition of Stephen King.