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Concerning the little comment about the constable down here in District Four: Evidently, the guy must be doing something right or they wouldn’t keep putting him back in office. I think it’s a one-person opinion about Mr. Campbell. Speaking for myself, I don’t think I have ever seen Harvey Campbell campaigning. He is always there when you need him. He never asks for anything. He is always ready to return a favor and will do anything in the world for people. I think he’s a helluva nice guy. The person who called in those negative comments needs to take a long look at himself and try to be as good a person as Harvey Campbell is.

When you’re feeling down or maybe just want to get high, just call on me. I’ll be there for you. I fit in just about anywhere, anytime. If you’re mad or want to get mad, or if you’re sorry for having hurt somebody, I’ll be there for you. They call me Pill. I come in different colors, different shapes. I replace tablets and commandments, and I don’t care how you use or abuse. I’m yellow, blue, green, brown, or white – about any color of the rainbow. I’m mathematical, too. I come in every shape or size. They call me Pill. I fit in about anywhere at any time. I’ll get in your pocketbook, your pocket, in a bottle, in a package. If you want to be reckless, crush me, snort me, drink me, shoot me. I don’t care how you do me. If you’re lonely, suicidal, depressed or in pain, don’t want to have a baby, constipated, or suffer from diarrhea, just call me. They call me Pill. Headache, toothache, can’t get it up? I’m so helpful, but I’m a little bit dangerous. I am nothing without you and I will never let you down. If I do, just take a few more of me. I’m at your doctor’s office or by prescription, over the counter or even illegal sometimes. But I’ll never let you down. If you need me, just call me and I’ll be there. They call me Pill.

Is there anybody out there who can tell me my name by my number? 6093.

I think prices in the stores should fall. The poor people don’t have a chance. If you’re poor you can get $80 or $90 in food stamps and that’s not enough to feed anyone. I think the cost of living needs to go down. It’s hard to live from one payday to the next. The gas prices are so high you can’t afford to drive to the store to get your groceries. People won’t bring them to you today, because people don’t help other people the way they used to at one time here.

If we could get rid of the pill addicts in Letcher County, life would be a whole lot better.

To a certain man: I was just wondering if your children know the woman you are with has a disease and is staying in their mother’s home. She could pass this on to your grandchildren. Let them know about it before they bring those children around you again. You know who I’m talking about. You both should be ashamed of yourselves.

I don’t know how a certain business owner can stand by and let a lady who works there be hateful to people who come into the store to buy something. I was at my car one day and she was hateful. I called one day to get a price and she was hateful. I just wish he could get her to be nice to the customers. Thank you.

As a member of the Marshal’s Branch Community Worship Center, we please ask that people no longer use our parking lot.

How many people would pass a drug test if they were to test everyone in the courthouse – every worker, lawyer, and elected and appointed official? I’d say a great many of them would fail, but yet they are down there judging you and me.

To a certain man: I thought I was in love many times, but I was very wrong. I didn’t know what love was until you came along. Hang in there and get well so we can have a long life together. I love you.

There is a parent volunteer at a certain school who is under the impression that the role of a parent volunteer is to see how many staff members they can have an affair with before their child graduates.

Hey Shane: Me and your granny have been sitting here watching you and your girlfriend sitting on the porch across the street drinking Coke. You sure are a cute couple. That’s the way to go.

I’m just calling in to speak my piece about the Suburban Motel: Well before DNA testing and all that stuff, I fathered my first child because of the Suburban. Now he’s got kids, and I was sort of hoping he could do the same thing. Could we rehab the motel and make it into a historical site in honor of me? It would be nice. I will be going to Washington next week to try to get money for the rehab of the Suburban Motel. Do not let them wreck it on the 14th.

It’s Wednesday night once again down here in Doty Creek USA, Sheriff Webb, and a certain drug dealer and a certain bunch of his cohorts have already commenced to selling. You won’t be able to stop it, Sheriff Webb, because this person has friends in UNITE.

To those who think the judicial system is failing only where drug dealing is concerned: It’s failing where the drug dealers and social services are concerned. They take children out of one home where the parents do drugs and place them in softer homes where friends and family members of those parents are also doing drugs. The children are going from one home where drugs are being abused to another home where drugs are being abused – from the frying pan into the fire. The judge knows it and social services knows it, but who is going to do anything about it? Nobody.

To the ugly girl in the little red car: What’s the matter? Couldn’t you get a better car with the money from your little job? Go back to where you came from.

Got the can’t-help-its, so you sin without thinking about it? Most people do. That’s why we need to repent daily. Some of us preachers need to do it more than that, especially when we pass the hat more than we preach the word of God.

Way to go, Codell Gibson. Put things on the right track. Let those folks know what was is not what is. That is why you were elected. We in District Three are proud of you. Thanks to Harold Bolling for supporting Codell. You are a good honest man. Keep up the good work.

To a certain guy: Just wanted to let you know that little girlfriend of yours has been seeing another man in a gray pick-up truck. You better get wise and take all the vehicles away from her. She’s doing you wrong, boy.

Thank you, Wayne Fleming, for trying to clean up our county. Where are you going to put all these drug heads and drug peddlers? They should be made to work and be cut off those government checks we are paying for.

To the woman who had her kids taken back in March and went to court the other day: You deserve every bit of it. You don’t need your kids back. All you want is a good time.

I read where Wal-Mart is starting to sing the blues about the cost of gasoline. USA Today says Wal-Mart is blaming sluggish sales on the high cost of gas. Well this is true, but let’s take a look at it from another angle. How much does it cost to drive from Letcher County to the Super Wal- Mart at Hazard? Why doesn’t Wal-Mart give a rebate to the folks who trade there? It worked at the Kroger stores. If the folks from Letcher County can make it all the way to Hazard to do their shopping at Super Wal-Mart they deserve a break on the prices.

(Letcher County has its own Wal-Mart. What would the company gain by driving business from its Whitesburg store to its store in Hazard?)

The mayor of the City of Jenkins needs to take a look at how wrecker services are being used by the police department, then issue a report on whether he thinks the current practice is ethical and fair to all the people of Jenkins and the wrecker services in the area. Some services are getting blacklisted so that certain others get all the calls.

I am an older citizen of the City of Jenkins who is just wondering if I can change my vote. I voted for Charles Dixon, and I’ve made a terrible mistake. We want our city back. Mr. Dixon needs to start acting like a mayor instead of the seventh member of the city council.

To Letcher County Judge/Executive Jim Ward: You need to check on a certain county employee who is stealing from the county. This worker has been doing it for years. If you don’t check on it and do something about it, pictures and videos will be made available to WYMT-TV in Hazard. All of the others who work with this person know what is going on, but just turn their heads. I know enough to have a very big investigation started. This is not a threat; this is a fact and the truth. Carroll Smith wouldn’t do anything about this, so I hope that you will.

Hey, you piece of trash. He might be telling you he doesn’t want me, but he tells me different. The only thing he wants you for is because everything is in your name. That’s the only reason he’s holding on to you.

If you’re ever on your knees I will lift you up. I still love you very much. I still think of you very often – on the rainy days, Wednesdays, Friday evenings, and Sunday mornings. Yes, I do miss you. Always.

Sympathy to you.

Donald, what you did was downright cruel. How could you see one person and tell her you love her and then turn around and go stay with another person and do the same thing? That is downright cruel.

I can’t understand why some people won’t let other people try to help them. In Bill Moore Branch, a certain guy was doing great in keeping the garbage picked up and everything. Now it’s starting to be a mess again. I just wish people would let other people help out instead of making things worse.

If you feel you are able to do something and you really want to do it and it’s going to help you and help others, got out and do it. If you don’t you will regret it. You’ll wish you had, and you don’t know how many lives might benefit from your actions. If I had done the things I want to do then, now I would be in a much better situation. So would many others. Don’t let others get you down. You can do anything if you put your energy into it and try.

I need a renter. Preferably, I would like to have an elderly person who is on heavy medication so that I could help myself to it any time I wanted. You would be a live-in renter, meaning you could stay right here at my house as long as you have two or three good credit cards with high mileage on them. I’ve got to have a little extra money. The rent is $465 a month. This entitles you to one meal a day. The rest of the time you must sleep. Thank you.

Would the lady who had the comment in Speak Your Piece about the Virginia man a few weeks ago please call me? Please call …

(Sorry, but if you want to use a telephone number in this situation you will have to call us first so we can verify that it’s really you. Our number is 633-2252.)

I’m calling from over on Indian Creek out on the main highway. I am calling to say that somebody has lost a big ol’ yellow dog. It keeps tearing our yards up and fighting with all the other dogs we have tied up. If anyone has lost this dog they better come and get it. We have called the dog warden several times, but no one returns our calls. If this dog is growling and biting at me I’m going to shoot the thing. So you better get your dog and tie it up if you want it.

Jenkins is a one-horse town with 15 different committees. No wonder no one wants to be on them. Look at the way Mayor Charles Dixon did the festival committee. There’s no respect in this town.

To the editor: You asked me if I like anything about the Letcher School. Until three years ago I didn’t have a problem with that school. That’s when they started segregating our kids and not using front entrances for what they were made for. I’ve thought about the good things the school has. They have a few teachers who still teach the old-fashioned way – you know, reading, writing and arithmetic, not calculators and computers. They also let our children raise money in the fight against cancer and for other great programs. Thank you.

It’s a shame the way you did your woman. It’s another shame the way you’ve done your mom, just so you can get out and run and do whatever it is you want to do. But don’t worry about it, because I don’t think she wants you there, anyway.

Several weeks ago a gentlemen down in the mountains asked me about the origin of a piece of scrip he had. It was spelled ‘Dorthe.’ Well, the last letter really wasn’t an ‘e.’ It was an ‘a,’ making the word Dortha. It was from Blackey, Kentucky, of all places. He asked me to research this piece of scrip. I happened to be in Frankfort at the mines and minerals office and a gentlemen helped me look up information about the scrip. It turns out this mine was in business from 1931 to 1932 in Blackey. It was a rail mine with 40 men working in the Hazard No. 4 seam. It mined less than 20,000 tons. The mine was sold to Dixie Diamond Coal Company, then sold later to the Gene Francis Coal Company on Rockhouse Creek in 1934. That’s all the information we could find about the Dortha Coal Company. This message is for a gentleman at Thornton, Kentucky, and everyone else who collects scrip.

Congratulations to Mayor James Wiley Craft and others making the effort to save the KYVA Motor Company building in downtown Whitesburg. This building should be saved at all costs, because once the past is gone it’s gone. We don’t have enough pieces of the past now in Letcher County. We definitely need this building to remain intact.

I live in Ohio and just got my Mountain Eagle from May 30. I was reading in Speak Your Piece about the person giving antifreeze to dogs and killing them. Somebody needs to make that person drink anti-freeze so it will kill them instead of the dogs. Killing animals in that manner is cruel and heartless. This caller needs to be taken to Florida and fed to the alligators. What a sick and ruthless person. You need to be locked up in a mental ward somewhere, you crazy idiot.

Thanks for my inheritance. I am going to try to spend it wisely.

Doty Creek thinks they have it bad with their drug dealers and Cram Creek thinks they have it bad with their drug dealers. Try living in Pine Creek where the cops come up here every other hour and nothing ever gets done. One entire group up here thinks it is the Mayking Mafia. Things need to be done, Sheriff Webb. Things need to be done, Kentucky State Police. You all need to get up here and clean this place out so our children can be safe. There’s no point in having a drug-free Letcher County if you can’t get the drugs out of the hollows and the drug sellers in jail or prison where they belong.

Yes, he’s still dealing OxyContin on Cram Creek. He’s using young boys to do the selling so that he doesn’t get in trouble.

To a certain drug dealer: You’re just one hair from going back to jail.

The faculty members at our schools need to start exercising and watching their weight so they can be good examples for our young people. It looks bad when so many faculty members are overweight.

To a certain man: You know how much I love you and you know how much I’ve lost. If I was you I would be careful about letting somebody drive the vehicles. When I see somebody in there they’ll be digging it out of the creek. Thank you.

To a certain security guard: I’ve know you from a while back and I know everything you have done. You have treated your pretty little woman like crap, running around on her from Hazard to Linefork to Cumberland to Harlan and to Vicco. You had it made. All you had to do was be a man instead of a mouse. She was always home while you were working. I know how she waited on you. And now you’re out telling people she was not good to you and was with someone she used to date? You’re lying. You were always too busy watching other women who wouldn’t even spit on you. You didn’t even show up for your mommy’s funeral. Don’t get out and talk about her. She didn’t do wrong by you. You’re the one who messed up.

I’m calling concerning the people in the Letcher County Courthouse. They should take all the people out of the Letcher County Courthouse and put convicts in their place, because crooks is all they are. They can’t even write their own name or get a phone number straight.

(Painting with a broad brush, aren’t you?)

‘Dear God”: Dear Lord our God/We’ve let you down/and we’ve destroyed,/what you have made./We’ve shed a trail,/of blood, oh God,/on this wonderful/ land you’ve laid./We cheat and lie,/and kill, Dear Lord,/ without care,/of damage caused./ We’ve lost our way,/in selfishness,/ and we have put/your words on pause./Children kill,/ their mothers, God/and mothers/ maim their young./People worship/ Satan now,/and your praises,/go unsung./A flock of many,/has gone astray,/and they do not,/call your name./We cry for peace,/on Earth, Dear Lord,/ but our sins,/remain the same./ Chaos rules this world,/oh God,/ and hatred fills,/our hearts./We cannot see,/each other’s pain,/ because inside,/we’re torn apart./ We blame you Lord,/’cause we’re too proud,/to say that/we are lost./Our indignation,/blinds us of,/our corruptions,/and the cost./We’ve fell from Grace,/and forgotten, Lord,/of the promises,/ you did give,/of forgiveness,/and of righteousness,/and of the life/ that we can live./The written word,/has become a myth,/to society,/ so it seems,/and eternal life,/in Heaven,/are the thoughts,/ that dwell in dreams./Dear Lord,/ I’ve let myself become,/one of those,/in which I speak,/and I’m ashamed,/to say,/I’ve strayed from you,/and my life since then is bleak./I cry to you,/not for myself,/but for this world,/of many souls,/that they will find,/ their way to you,/and make salvation,/ their own goal,/and if by chance,/I’ve touched someone,/ and this message,/has gotten through./Well, at least,/I’ve helped,/someone, Dear God,/and I give my thanks,/To You. Anonymous in Cumberland.

When you’re feeling down or maybe just want to get high, just call on me. I’ll be there for you. I fit in just about anywhere, anytime. If you’re mad or want to get mad, or if you’re sorry for having hurt somebody, I’ll be there for you. They call me Pill. I come in different colors, different shapes. I replace tablets and commandments, and I don’t care how you use or abuse. I’m yellow, blue, green, brown, or white – about any color of the rainbow. I’m mathematical, too. I come in every shape or size. They call me Pill. I fit in about anywhere at any time. I’ll get in your pocketbook, your pocket, in a bottle, in a package. If you want to be reckless, crush me, snort me, drink me, shoot me. I don’t care how you do me. If you’re lonely, suicidal, depressed or in pain, don’t want to have a baby, constipated, or suffer from diarrhea, just call me. They call me Pill. Headache, toothache, can’t get it up? I’m so helpful, but I’m a little bit dangerous. I am nothing without you and I will never let you down. If I do, just take a few more of me. I’m at your doctor’s office or by prescription, over the counter or even illegal sometimes. But I’ll never let you down. If you need me, just call me and I’ll be there. They call me Pill.

Is there anybody out there who can tell me my name by my number? 6093.

I think prices in the stores should fall. The poor people don’t have a chance. If you’re poor you can get $80 or $90 in food stamps and that’s not enough to feed anyone. I think the cost of living needs to go down. It’s hard to live from one payday to the next. The gas prices are so high you can’t afford to drive to the store to get your groceries. People won’t bring them to you today, because people don’t help other people the way they used to at one time here.

If we could get rid of the pill addicts in Letcher County, life would be a whole lot better.

To a certain man: I was just wondering if your children know the woman you are with has a disease and is staying in their mother’s home. She could pass this on to your grandchildren. Let them know about it before they bring those children around you again. You know who I’m talking about. You both should be ashamed of yourselves.

I don’t know how a certain business owner can stand by and let a lady who works there be hateful to people who come into the store to buy something. I was at my car one day and she was hateful. I called one day to get a price and she was hateful. I just wish he could get her to be nice to the customers. Thank you.

As a member of the Marshal’s Branch Community Worship Center, we please ask that people no longer use our parking lot.

How many people would pass a drug test if they were to test everyone in the courthouse – every worker, lawyer, and elected

When you’re feeling down or maybe just want to get high, just call on me. I’ll be there for you. I fit in just about anywhere, anytime. If you’re mad or want to get mad, or if you’re sorry for having hurt somebody, I’ll be there for you. They call me Pill. I come in different colors, different shapes. I replace tablets and commandments, and I don’t care how you use or abuse. I’m yellow, blue, green, brown, or white – about any color of the rainbow. I’m mathematical, too. I come in every shape or size. They call me Pill. I fit in about anywhere at any time. I’ll get in your pocketbook, your pocket, in a bottle, in a package. If you want to be reckless, crush me, snort me, drink me, shoot me. I don’t care how you do me. If you’re lonely, suicidal, depressed or in pain, don’t want to have a baby, constipated, or suffer from diarrhea, just call me. They call me Pill. Headache, toothache, can’t get it up? I’m so helpful, but I’m a little bit dangerous. I am nothing without you and I will never let you down. If I do, just take a few more of me. I’m at your doctor’s office or by prescription, over the counter or even illegal sometimes. But I’ll never let you down. If you need me, just call me and I’ll be there. They call me Pill.

Is there anybody out there who can tell me my name by my number? 6093.

I think prices in the stores should fall. The poor people don’t have a chance. If you’re poor you can get $80 or $90 in food stamps and that’s not enough to feed anyone. I think the cost of living needs to go down. It’s hard to live from one payday to the next. The gas prices are so high you can’t afford to drive to the store to get your groceries. People won’t bring them to you today, because people don’t help other people the way they used to at one time here.

If we could get rid of the pill addicts in Letcher County, life would be a whole lot better.

To a certain man: I was just wondering if your children know the woman you are with has a disease and is staying in their mother’s home. She could pass this on to your grandchildren. Let them know about it before they bring those children around you again. You know who I’m talking about. You both should be ashamed of yourselves.

I don’t know how a certain business owner can stand by and let a lady who works there be hateful to people who come into the store to buy something. I was at my car one day and she was hateful. I called one day to get a price and she was hateful. I just wish he could get her to be nice to the customers. Thank you.

As a member of the Marshal’s Branch Community Worship Center, we please ask that people no longer use our parking lot.

How many people would pass a drug test if they were to test everyone in the courthouse – every worker, lawyer, and elected and appointed official? I’d say a great many of them would fail, but yet they are down there judging you and me.

To a certain man: I thought I was in love many times, but I was very wrong. I didn’t know what love was until you came along. Hang in there and get well so we can have a long life together. I love you.

There is a parent volunteer at a certain school who is under the impression that the role of a parent volunteer is to see how many staff members they can have an affair with before their child graduates.

Hey Shane: Me and your granny have been sitting here watching you and your girlfriend sitting on the porch across the street drinking Coke. You sure are a cute couple. That’s the way to go.

I’m just calling in to speak my piece about the Suburban Motel: Well before DNA testing and all that stuff, I fathered my first child because of the Suburban. Now he’s got kids, and I was sort of hoping he could do the same thing. Could we rehab the motel and make it into a historical site in honor of me? It would be nice. I will be going to Washington

next week to try to get money for the rehab of the Suburban Motel. Do not let them wreck it on the 14th.

It’s Wednesday night once again down here in Doty Creek USA, Sheriff Webb, and a certain drug dealer and a certain bunch of his cohorts have already commenced to selling. You won’t be able to stop it, Sheriff Webb, because this person has friends in UNITE.

To those who think the judicial system is failing only where drug dealing is concerned: It’s failing where the drug dealers and social services are concerned. They take children out of one home where the parents do drugs and place them in softer homes where friends and family members of those parents are also doing drugs. The children are going from one home where drugs are being abused to another home where drugs are being abused – from the frying pan into the fire. The judge knows it and social services knows it, but who is going to do anything about it? Nobody.

To the ugly girl in the little red car: What’s the matter? Couldn’t you get a better car with the money from your little job? Go back to where you came from.

Got the can’t-help-its, so you sin without thinking about it? Most people do. That’s why we need to repent daily. Some of us preachers need to do it more than that, especially when we pass the hat more than we preach the word of God.

Way to go, Codell Gibson. Put things on the right track. Let those folks know what was is not what is. That is why you were elected. We in District Three are proud of you. Thanks to Harold Bolling for supporting Codell. You are a good honest man. Keep up the good work.

To a certain guy: Just wanted to let you know that little girlfriend of yours has been seeing another man in a gray pick-up truck. You better get wise and take all the vehicles away from her. She’s doing you wrong, boy.

Thank you, Wayne Fleming, for trying to clean up our county. Where are you going to put all these drug heads and drug peddlers? They should be made to work and be cut off those government checks we are paying for.

To the woman who had her kids taken back in March and went to court the other day: You deserve every bit of it. You don’t need your kids back. All you want is a good time.

I read where Wal-Mart is starting to sing the blues about the cost of gasoline. USA Today says Wal-Mart is blaming sluggish sales on the high cost of gas. Well this is true, but let’s take a look at it from another angle. How much does it cost to drive from Letcher County to the Super Wal- Mart at Hazard? Why doesn’t Wal-Mart give a rebate to the folks who trade there? It worked at the Kroger stores. If the folks from Letcher County can make it all the way to Hazard to do their shopping at Super Wal-Mart they deserve a break on the prices.

(Letcher County has its own Wal-Mart. What would the company gain by driving business from its Whitesburg store to its store in Hazard?)

The mayor of the City of Jenkins needs to take a look at how wrecker services are being used by the police department, then issue a report on whether he thinks the current practice is ethical and fair to all the people of Jenkins and the wrecker services in the area. Some services are getting blacklisted so that certain others get all the calls.

I am an older citizen of the City of Jenkins who is just wondering if I can change my vote. I voted for Charles Dixon, and I’ve made a terrible mistake. We want our city back. Mr. Dixon needs to start acting like a mayor instead of the seventh member of the city council.

To Letcher County Judge/Executive Jim Ward: You need to check on a certain county employee who is stealing from the county. This worker has been doing it for years. If you don’t check on it and do something about it, pictures and videos will be made available to WYMT-TV in Hazard. All of the others who work with this person know what is going on, but just turn their heads. I know enough to have a very big investigation started. This is not a threat; this is a fact and the truth. Carroll Smith wouldn’t do anything about this, so I hope that you will.

Hey, you piece of trash. He might be telling you he doesn’t want me, but he tells me different. The only thing he wants you for is because everything is in your name. That’s the only reason he’s holding on to you.

If you’re ever on your knees I will lift you up. I still love you very much. I still think of you very often – on the rainy days, Wednesdays, Friday evenings, and Sunday mornings. Yes, I do miss you. Always.

Sympathy to you.

Donald, what you did was downright cruel. How could you see one person and tell her you love her and then turn around and go stay with another person and do the same thing? That is downright cruel.

I can’t understand why some people won’t let other people try to help them. In Bill Moore Branch, a certain guy was doing great in keeping the garbage picked up and everything. Now it’s starting to be a mess again. I just wish people would let other people help out instead of making things worse.

If you feel you are able to do something and you really want to do it and it’s going to help you and help others, got out and do it. If you don’t you will regret it. You’ll wish you had, and you don’t know how many lives might benefit from your actions. If I had done the things I want to do then, now I would be in a much better situation. So would many others. Don’t let others get you down. You can do anything if you put your energy into it and try.

I need a renter. Preferably, I would like to have an elderly person who is on heavy medication so that I could help myself to it any time I wanted. You would be a live-in renter, meaning you could stay right here at my house as long as you have two or three good credit cards with high mileage on them. I’ve got to have a little extra money. The rent is $465 a month. This entitles you to one meal a day. The rest of the time you must sleep. Thank you.

Would the lady who had the comment in Speak Your Piece about the Virginia man a few weeks ago please call me? Please call …

(Sorry, but if you want to use a telephone number in this situation you will have to call us first so we can verify that it’s really you. Our number is 633-2252.)

I’m calling from over on Indian Creek out on the main highway. I am calling to say that somebody has lost a big ol’ yellow dog. It keeps tearing our yards up and fighting with all the other dogs we have tied up. If anyone has lost this dog they better come and get it. We have called the dog warden several times, but no one returns our calls. If this dog is growling and biting at me I’m going to shoot the thing. So you better get your dog and tie it up if you want it.

Jenkins is a one-horse town with 15 different committees. No wonder no one wants to be on them. Look at the way Mayor Charles Dixon did the festival committee. There’s no respect in this town.

To the editor: You asked me if I like anything about the Letcher School. Until three years ago I didn’t have a problem with that school. That’s when they started segregating our kids and not using front entrances for what they were made for. I’ve thought about the good things the school has. They have a few teachers who still teach the old-fashioned way – you know, reading, writing and arithmetic, not calculators and computers. They also let our children raise money in the fight against cancer and for other great programs. Thank you.

It’s a shame the way you did your woman. It’s another shame the way you’ve done your mom, just so you can get out and run and do whatever it is you want to do. But don’t worry about it, because I don’t think she wants you there, anyway.

Several weeks ago a gentlemen down in the mountains asked me about the origin of a piece of scrip he had. It was spelled ‘Dorthe.’ Well, the last letter really wasn’t an ‘e.’ It was an ‘a,’ making the word Dortha. It was from Blackey, Kentucky, of all places. He asked me to research this piece of scrip. I happened to be in Frankfort at the mines and minerals office and a gentlemen helped me look up information about the scrip. It turns out this mine was in business from 1931 to 1932 in Blackey. It was a rail mine with 40 men working in the Hazard No. 4 seam. It mined less than 20,000 tons. The mine was sold to Dixie Diamond Coal Company, then sold later to the Gene Francis Coal Company on Rockhouse Creek in 1934. That’s all the information we could find about the Dortha Coal Company. This message is for a gentleman at Thornton, Kentucky, and everyone else who collects scrip.

Congratulations to Mayor James Wiley Craft and others making the effort to save the KYVA Motor Company building in downtown Whitesburg. This building should be saved at all costs, because once the past is gone it’s gone. We don’t have enough pieces of the past now in Letcher County. We definitely need this building to remain intact.

I live in Ohio and just got my Mountain Eagle from May 30. I was reading in Speak Your Piece about the person giving antifreeze to dogs and killing them. Somebody needs to make that person drink anti-freeze so it will kill them instead of the dogs. Killing animals in that manner is cruel and heartless. This caller needs to be taken to Florida and fed to the alligators. What a sick and ruthless person. You need to be locked up in a mental ward somewhere, you crazy idiot.

Thanks for my inheritance. I am going to try to spend it wisely.

Doty Creek thinks they have it bad with their drug dealers and Cram Creek thinks they have it bad with their drug dealers. Try living in Pine Creek where the cops come up here every other hour and nothing ever gets done. One entire group up here thinks it is the Mayking Mafia. Things need to be done, Sheriff Webb. Things need to be done, Kentucky State Police. You all need to get up here and clean this place out so our children can be safe. There’s no point in having a drug-free Letcher County if you can’t get the drugs out of the hollows and the drug sellers in jail or prison where they belong.

Yes, he’s still dealing OxyContin on Cram Creek. He’s using young boys to do the selling so that he doesn’t get in trouble.

To a certain drug dealer: You’re just one hair from going back to jail.

The faculty members at our schools need to start exercising and watching their weight so they can be good examples for our young people. It looks bad when so many faculty members are overweight.

To a certain man: You know how much I love you and you know how much I’ve lost. If I was you I would be careful about letting somebody drive the vehicles. When I see somebody in there they’ll be digging it out of the creek. Thank you.

To a certain security guard: I’ve know you from a while back and I know everything you have done. You have treated your pretty little woman like crap, running around on her from Hazard to Linefork to Cumberland to Harlan and to Vicco. You had it made. All you had to do was be a man instead of a mouse. She was always home while you were working. I know how she waited on you. And now you’re out telling people she was not good to you and was with someone she used to date? You’re lying. You were always too busy watching other women who wouldn’t even spit on you. You didn’t even show up for your mommy’s funeral. Don’t get out and talk about her. She didn’t do wrong by you. You’re the one who messed up.

I’m calling concerning the people in the Letcher County Courthouse. They should take all the people out of the Letcher County Courthouse and put convicts in their place, because crooks is all they are. They can’t even write their own name or get a phone number straight.

(Painting with a broad brush, aren’t you?)

‘Dear God”: Dear Lord our God/We’ve let you down/and we’ve destroyed,/what you have made./We’ve shed a trail,/of blood, oh God,/on this wonderful/ land you’ve laid./We cheat and lie,/and kill, Dear Lord,/ without care,/of damage caused./ We’ve lost our way,/in selfishness,/ and we have put/your words on pause./Children kill,/ their mothers, God/and mothers/ maim their young./People worship/ Satan now,/and your praises,/go unsung./A flock of many,/has gone astray,/and they do not,/call your name./We cry for peace,/on Earth, Dear Lord,/ but our sins,/remain the same./ Chaos rules this world,/oh God,/ and hatred fills,/our hearts./We cannot see,/each other’s pain,/ because inside,/we’re torn apart./ We blame you Lord,/’cause we’re too proud,/to say that/we are lost./Our indignation,/blinds us of,/our corruptions,/and the cost./We’ve fell from Grace,/and forgotten, Lord,/of the promises,/ you did give,/of forgiveness,/and of righteousness,/and of the life/ that we can live./The written word,/has become a myth,/to society,/ so it seems,/and eternal life,/in Heaven,/are the thoughts,/ that dwell in dreams./Dear Lord,/ I’ve let myself become,/one of those,/in which I speak,/and I’m ashamed,/to say,/I’ve strayed from you,/and my life since then is bleak./I cry to you,/not for myself,/but for this world,/of many souls,/that they will find,/ their way to you,/and make salvation,/ their own goal,/and if by chance,/I’ve touched someone,/ and this message,/has gotten through./Well, at least,/I’ve helped,/someone, Dear God,/and I give my thanks,/To You. Anonymous in Cumberland.



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