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More lessons learned at the cheese counter of the Dahlonega Walmart

More lessons learned at the cheese counter of the Dahlonega Walmart


A Christmas Story by Uncle Bubba

What is the Spiritual Path?   It is the loving embrace of a lifelong continuing education course . . . taught by the Master of Life.

Today is the Winter Solstice . . . the shortest day of the year.  From around 900 AD to 1375 AD,  our ancestors built their most massive earthen pyramids to face the sunset of the Winter Solstice.  From the temple mount, priests and leaders would participate in ceremonies marking the end of a year and the beginning of a new one.  After that time period, they shifted the orientation of their temple mounts to face due south.  The Summer Solstice had become the end of an old year and then beginning of new one.  It was a lot more fun to party, when folks could wear short sleeves and mini-skirts.

A few days ago I was zipping toward the Walmart cheese counter to grab one of my indulgences . . . Cabot Farm Extra Sharp Premium White Cheddar Cheese. I have given up on seeing the Sephardic Princess there, but still need my cheese every morning!   The store was packed with a cross-section of society . . . all frantically buying “things” to show their reverence to the god, Commerce.  Almost everyone showed that they were good conservative citizens of the Fourth Reich by displaying grim faces and wearing colorless clothing.  Have you noticed how miserable Americans have become during the past 16 years?   The music has died.

I was oblivious to the mass of gray and dead souls shuffling around like zombies, when suddenly a mother in her mid-thirties, wearing a bright-colored Santa’s Helper type dress, intentionally side saddled in front of me to block my path.  Beside her were her three children in bright colored clothes.  The youngest daughter was wearing reindeer antlers.  I was trapped between the sausage counter and the frozen fish island . . . with nowhere to escape.

The lady then looked me straight in the eye, smiled sweetly and said, “Merry Christmas!”   I smiled back and said, “Merry Christmas to you too!”   This lady, full of love for other humans, had instantly turned my humdrum December into a time of happiness. 

I continued on twenty feet to grab my cheese and looked back.  The Lady of Christmas Cheer was saying “Merry Christmas” to other people around the meat and fish counters. No one smiled.  No one said “Merry Christmas” back to her.  Most of the dead souls returned her smile with blank faces.  A few smirked at her like she was insane.   

Particularly nasty looks were returned by a couple in their fifties.   He was dressed in all black.  She had short bleached blond hair and was packing a small semi-automatic pistol in her side holster.   The first thing that white trash do when they get their pistol toting permit is to walk around Walmart and local convenience stores to show off their guns.  The woman continued the smirk on her face long after being told “Merry Christmas.”   As the couple was passing me, the woman loudly told her husband so everyone could hear, “Crazy librul!  We showed them, didn’t we!” 

Huh?  Saying “Merry Christmas” is now a subversive political statement?   And you tell me that there are not a whole lot of insane people in the United States these days?

The tree that bears good fruit

Two of the most important lessons that Yeshua ben Yusef (aka Lard Jaysus) was sent to tell us were the parables of the ten talents and the description of a good tree that bears good fruit.  Summed together, what they essentially say is that it does not matter what your skin color is or how much money you have,  it is how you live your life and treat others that really matters.   Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.  The Lady of Christmas Cheer bore exceedingly sweet fruit that day in the meat section of Walmart.

Lesson learned at the country store under new management

Since that day I have tried to emulate the Lady of Christmas Cheer, wherever I go.  Funny thing . . . I have been blessed far more by saying “Merry Christmas” to strangers than I could have possibly imagined.  Harried store clerks and employees at a busy veterinary clinic seemed to appreciate the kindness more than anyone else.  However, I did run into an international version of the short-haired blond, packing a pistol.

There are far too many Muslims that are suffering under the extreme delusion that people in the rest of the world want their lands to become blood-drenched, hate-filled cesspools as Islam has created in the Middle East.  The latest strategy in the United States is for them to do things here that would get Christians beheaded or stoned in their mother lands.  The idea is provoke incidents by people, such as the short-haired blond in Walmart, which made Muslims appear to be victims. 

A wealthy Pakastani in Atlanta recently bought a rural country store near the US Army’s Frank Merrill Mountain Ranger Training Camp.   That alone, I hope has caught the attention of Homeland Security.  The store is over a century old and had a long tradition of putting up many “old timey” Christmas decorations this time of year.   The new owner removed all the Christmas decorations and fired the Christian employees.  In their place are now clerks, whose knowledge of English suggests they just stepped off the jet.   Loopholes in our immigration regulations allow owners of businesses to bring in distant family members to work here with minimal red tape.

No knowing what had happened to the store recently, I walked in to get a soft drink.  The lady was playing Muslim religious music loudly. I could make out “allah akbar” repeatedly amongst the incomprehensible words. In many Muslim controlled countries, playing Christmas carols in public will get you a death sentence for “committing blasphemy against Muhamad.”  

I was determined not to play her game, and so was friendly and wished the grim-faced Middle Eastern lady a Merry Christmas as I left.  Her response was to look at me like I was the devil incarnate and turn up the volume on the CD player.   Methinks that she will be spending eternity in the same cell in hell as the short-haired blond, packing the pistol.  Appropriate fate for both of them.

A traumatic seven year anniversary

For most of you, December 21st is just another day.  For me nowadays, I wake up wondering if something horrific is going to happen any moment.  Seven years ago today, at 8:10 AM two deputies appeared at my door without warning.  They handed me eviction papers from FannieMae stating that I and my belongings had to be out of the house by Christmas Eve.  I was shocked and told them that it was impossible.  I was scheduled to close on a FannieMae mitigation loan in three weeks and FannieMae had announced publicly that no evictions would occur during the Christmas holidays.  They didn’t care and continued to smile. 

I raced back to get the legal documents from FannieMae.  The deputies had their hands on their guns when I returned, hoping that I would be carrying a weapon so they could shoot me.  Alas, I only had legal papers showing that I was approved for a loan.  They didn’t care.

To sum things up,  a lot of people including the Mississippi mortgage company, who filed a foreclosure on my house, when they didn’t even own the loan; a law firm that made over a billion dollars from the recession; a real estate firm that was paid $1000 by the federal government to deliver legal papers to me, but didn’t . . .  and several FannieMae employees  . . . had broken a slew of federal and state laws to insure that I would be evicted on Christmas Eve.  It was grand slam by the occult . . . which is far more powerful in the United States than most of you realize.  What they hoped for is that I would do something violent and end up in jail on Christmas Eve and then hopefully commit suicide in a few days.   I got the eviction delayed, but not cancelled. 

Within an hour after I really was homeless,  I was coming out of the Murphy, NC Ingles Supermarket with non-perishable food items, which wouldn’t freeze in 10 degree weather.  A North Carolina highway patrolman drove up to me, lowered his window, smiled and said, “Boy we are gonna tetch you respect for ArTHARity.   However, after that that incident, things didn’t go as planned by the bad guys. 

I decided to turn being homeless in the middle of winter into an opportunity.  How many Native American guys dream of being able to take a year off from their responsibilities to live in the wilderness?  Here was my opportunity.   Dang if didn’t turn out to be the educational experience of a lifetime.   The Master of Life used these evil people to open up doors that I ever knew existed.

Lesson learned in the Walmart bread and potato chips isle

Yesterday I got a haircut so I wouldn’t look like the grinch that stole Christmas, when visiting with family members this weekend.  Afterward, I dropped by Walmart to get English muffins and dog food.  When in front of the muffins, I noticed two, “high bred” women in their late 20s come up to me.  They looked like University of North Georgia professors and from the wine on their breath and giddy demeanor, I could tell that they had just come from an office Christmas party.  One of them said, “Did you ever find your Cherokee Princess at the cheese counter?  I loved that article.  I assigned it to my American History classes.”

“Hot dang,” I thought,  “This Christmas is getting better and better.”  We chatted for awhile. The conversation got friendlier and friendlier.  Then one of the ladies reached up and squeezed the biceps on my right arm.  She smiled, “Hey, you are built like a rock.  You must chop a lot of wood.”

Note the male ego-meter going past one hundred, after that remark.

Then she said, “Hm-m-m . . . I would go out with you in a heartbeat, if you were younger.”

Male ego-meter drops back to zero.

May all of you have a very Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah.  Remember that all of us are just genetically, brunswick stew.   Treat other people the way that you would like them to treat you.


Christmas Day 2010 . . . 10 inches of snow


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Richard Thornton is a professional architect, city planner, author and museum exhibit designer-builder. He is today considered one of the nation’s leading experts on the Southeastern Indians. However, that was not always the case. While at Georgia Tech Richard was the first winner of the Barrett Fellowship, which enabled him to study Mesoamerican architecture and culture in Mexico under the auspices of the Institutio Nacional de Antropoligia e Historia. Dr. Roman Piňa-Chan, the famous archaeologist and director of the Museo Nacional de Antropologia, was his fellowship coordinator. For decades afterward, he lectured at universities and professional societies around the Southeast on Mesoamerican architecture, while knowing very little about his own Creek heritage. Then he was hired to carry out projects for the Muscogee-Creek Nation in Oklahoma. The rest is history. Richard is the Tribal Historic Preservation Officer for the KVWETV (Coweta) Creek Tribe and a member of the Perdido Bay Creek Tribe. In 2009 he was the architect for Oklahoma’s Trail of Tears Memorial at Council Oak Park in Tulsa. He is the president of the Apalache Foundation, which is sponsoring research into the advanced indigenous societies of the Lower Southeast.



    I’ll be in Dahlonega for Christmas….maybe I’ll see you in Walmart….


    Hey Richard,
    What a cheese counter, maybe I should start going there for cheese.
    You pointed out one of the thing I have noticed the last many years, LACK of common courtesy. When I am in a restaurant, department store, or other place dealing withpeople I am always polite to the staff, their job is hard enough with out some one’s bad attitude. It cost you nothing to be polite, it doesn’t make you look weak, won’ t hurt, but may get you a smile or at least a friendly responce. Politness is one of the greatest hallmarks of living in the south. When oil was booming in the Dakotas the local guys were upset the local girls liked the southern boys a lot more because they were polite and said yesmam and nomam and yessir and nosir to everyone. Maybe they sould have taken lessons. As I tell people from other areas of the county, I’m American by birth,southern by the grace of god.
    To you and all your readers Merry Christmas and a wonderful ,happy New Year!


    If you want to fully appreciate the old world influence on the U.S. during this holiday season you need to recognize that the Sumerian language is everywhere. Kansas = chosen for affliction, Arkansas = home of chosen for affliction, Utah = heaven, Iowa = caretaker nourishes complaint and it goes on and on.


    LAUGHING OUT LOUD!!! A cheese counter book is in the making, no?

    How cool is that, lady “wood choppers” fondling you at the cheese counter, commenting on YOUR wood chopping! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

    Loved the mom with the kids, blessing everyone IN PUBLIC with her spirit!

    I have been going out of my way to wish anyone and everyone a merry christmas, and i’m not even into it, but i know how much it means to so many people. Even the convenience store owners from long ago and far away, they just smile and say thank you. LOL!

    As for stalking in grocery stores…i actually WAS stalked last week at local winn-dixie, especially after i picked up that costly roast beast, the stalking beast was everywhere i was, (no cart and no basket) , peering at me while pretending to be reading a label. I stopped, lowered my reading glasses very deliberately, and SCOWLED at him.

    Hahahaha, he went away, and i think my very deliberate hiking and zipping of my handbag at the same time sent some sort of message to this ten years my junior guy.

    As for cheese…5 year old white cheddar from canada, i think “brights” from quebec, is the finest on the planet. If you can get it. My mom used to bring me five pounds at a time, and i’d dole it out only to a few people who could appreciate it. Fortunately, few and far between! It is really hard to get now, the market in my folks city has gone way downhill…

    Anyway, have a BLESSED, peaceful, spiritual, family full, and MERRY CHRISTMAS, and a prosperous new year, no matter WHAT the lunatic occult powers that shouldnt be have in store for us.

    Hahahahah! We will always have the cheese, even if it is only in stories!

    • I don’t mind being stalked and fondled by tipsy female college professors . . . but they should have stopped right there without reminding me that ABBA was no longer making music ten years before they were born!

      Merry Christmas to you too!


    Thanks for the Christmas Giggle Richard. You should shop for cheese at Fresh Market from now on. The atmosphere is much more pleasant than at
    Wally World and the variety of cheese and sausage is better too. And wow, do they have some nice wines to go with that cheese and sausage also.
    Check it out………and have a Very Merry Christmas.

    • I agree, but unfortunately the nearest Fresh Market is about one hour away . . . in light traffic . . . double that in rush hour. There are NO national chain supermarkets in our county, even though it has a fairly large university and zillions of tourists.


    Mr Thornton,
    Your books and your website have given my Home of NE Georgia whole new layer of mystery and wonder. Thank You for bringing our forgotten history into the light. I think you probably have many fans whom are hoping they could have the good luck of meeting you at the cheese counter someday. I propose that your online admirers gather someday in 2017 at an organized meet-up event ( with some great cheese and wine) to show our support and help publicize your work . I would be willing to help.


    Mr. Thornton,
    I have become fastenated with your research and fresh view of our North Georgia history. About six months ago I started working on a new house in Habersham county. The owner showed me an odd hill in the back part of his property that he thought was an Indian mound. My knowledge of such was from what I had learned from a visit to the Etowah mound site so I started my on line research and found you. Now I am reading just about every post and got the bug. Anyway I am curious if you are doing any book signings or tours of the track rock structure in the near fiture?
    Cash Barnes
    P.S. I am a metal sculptor.

    • Hey Cash
      Funny that you should mention this, but just yesterday a member of the Sautee-Nacoochee Community Association contacted me about giving one or more lectures on the history of your area. The chances are really good that the hill near you has a Native American history. Aleck Mountain in NW Habersham County has an ancient stone shrine on it. If you have read my book on the Nacoochee Valley, you know that the is SO MUCH history in the ground there. Archaeologist Robert Wauchope found that the valley was essentially one massive archaeological zone with multiple layers of occupation under the ground. Stay in touch with the SNCA to find out the date or dates. Thanks for writing us.


        July 8, 2017
        Place: Sautee-Nacoochee Center, Sautee-Nacoochee, GA
        Time: 10:30 am
        Topic: History of the Eastern Band of Cherokee
        Presenter: Anita Finger-Smith

        Have they have gone in another direction?? Perhaps many of us could all show up for this??? I’d have to check my chemo schedule…..


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