Union sues Satsuma mayor and his company

For the record William Stewart is no better a mayor than he is a sucessful business man. The city of Satsuma made the worst mistake in it's history when it elected a crook who has stolen money from his employees, preached about his religion, and lied to the citizens of Satsuma. He declared he would not take a salary, yet from day one he has accepted a pay check from the city. He made promises to the employees at Ace Fab. to intice them( by working for comp time to be paid at a later date) to help him and his wife save their business. Now they are repaid for their years of hard work by two lying, back stabbing , self proclaimed christains, that think everyone owes them a free pass in life.
When their trial date comes, I wouldn't want to be in their place, because Cecil Gardner is going to tap dance all over their lies and excuses. Good luck in your next business adventure Willie Boy and Big Momma, it appears after all these failed businesses ya'll have had it may be time to get a real job.
As for the city of Satsuma, good luck with a new school system and city hall, you can't manage the city, the police( a sorry excuse of misfits and crooks), the fire department( a fat chief who rides around in the city owned vechile looking for big macs) Oor the day to day business of the city. God , is it possible he (Stewart) could screw Satsuma up as bad as Prichard? Stay turned for the next exciting adventure of "The Stewarts and how to screw a community".

sounds like the city is in trouble if these facts are true. are there any foreclosures in the works/ what church does the mayor attend?

ive had all kinds of problems with the police dept up there. they will not treat people with any respect probably because the majority of them were fired or demoted from other cities that would not put up with those types of antics. i think the chief is actually a captain.ha.

satsuma needs to do a background criminal check on all employees. if she or he has a record then let them go stand in the unemployment line. after the trial of the mayor, you might see him right next to you in line. they have a double standard when it comes to laws and rules. after all said and done, im still MR HAPPY.

concerned citizen wrote:

sounds like the city is in trouble if these facts are true. are there any foreclosures in the works/ what church does the mayor attend?

The word all over Satsuma is the mayor is 3 months behind on his house mortgage, as well as being behind on the agreed settlement payments he and his wife were to make insurance / scam deductions they were to make before they reneged on that as well.I don't know.......I'm just sayingtoo much smoke for no fire!
To anwer your question about the church they attend....The Jimmy Swagart Church of Forgiving Grace!!!!! Gimme a dollar A@# Hole!

mr clean wrote:

ive had all kinds of problems with the police dept up there. they will not treat people with any respect probably because the majority of them were fired or demoted from other cities that would not put up with those types of antics. i think the chief is actually a captain.ha.

Mr. Clean, Larry the cable guy does a great job on a character that reminds me of the police chief in Satsuma.... the Hair-Lip!!

I find your words to be mean and untrue. I have personally known the Stewart family for 16 years. They are fine people who operate with moral principles and class. Your uninteligible comments are nothing more than slander. Have a little class.

DISTANCE MAN wrote:

For the record William Stewart is no better a mayor than he is a sucessful business man. The city of Satsuma made the worst mistake in it's history when it elected a crook who has stolen money from his employees, preached about his religion, and lied to the citizens of Satsuma. He declared he would not take a salary, yet from day one he has accepted a pay check from the city. He made promises to the employees at Ace Fab. to intice them( by working for comp time to be paid at a later date) to help him and his wife save their business. Now they are repaid for their years of hard work by two lying, back stabbing , self proclaimed christains, that think everyone owes them a free pass in life.
When their trial date comes, I wouldn't want to be in their place, because Cecil Gardner is going to tap dance all over their lies and excuses. Good luck in your next business adventure Willie Boy and Big Momma, it appears after all these failed businesses ya'll have had it may be time to get a real job.
As for the city of Satsuma, good luck with a new school system and city hall, you can't manage the city, the police( a sorry excuse of misfits and crooks), the fire department( a fat chief who rides around in the city owned vechile looking for big macs) Oor the day to day business of the city. God , is it possible he (Stewart) could screw Satsuma up as bad as Prichard? Stay turned for the next exciting adventure of "The Stewarts and how to screw a community".

intresting....

very intresting comments...from such people of character!

There is no forum greater for cowardice than the internet. It is one great bathroom wall for bottom dwellers to attack people of character, anonymously. The comments you have made about our mayor, police department, and civil servants confirm that you are simply another loser living in his parents basement. You are obviously a coward lacking any testicular fortitude.

Mayor Stuart has accomplished more for our city than you will ever accomplish with your pathetic, meaningless, life.

Don't allow facts to interfere with your arguments.

well i dont know much about the mayor we all make mistakes and we have to live with them, all we can do is move forward i thought pat hicks would have done a good job as mayor but all the troble that mark barlow and that guy john that owns RSI in satsuma caused good luck Satsuma there is more crooks than just the mayor in this little town

and don t even get me started on the Police dept
now there is a new cheif with a contract look out buget

Since when did the internet community become the judge of people's morals and christian beliefs? As a friend of the Stewart family for the past 7 years and a former employee of Ace Fabrication, I have never once doubted their faith in the Lord nor their morals they live by on a day to day basis. These are good, hard-working people who have earned what they have today. I've seen too many public officials in the past have their lives and reputations ruined because of people's slander and accusations. Just reading some of these comments absolutely makes me sick. If you really want to make a difference, why don't you go point fingers at the people committing actual serious crimes in the city of Satsuma? Lord knows there are plenty of them. This is ridiculous, anyone that will hide behind a computer screen and make slanderous comments about how another man lives his life is a coward. Keep supporting our mayor Satsuma! He is a good one!

The name is Stewart, not stuart, and I didn't see your name on your comment, nutless. If you are indeed a friend, or former empolyee(they are all former empolyees now) you are either on strong drugs or a complete liar and cheat like both of them! Take yourself a break stud and try to blow that crack smoke up someone else's butt hole.
p.s. why you you pass the plate for them sunday, or take up a love offering. Praise Jimmy Swaggart!

This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, andthe
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of therestaurant,
that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called thesong Alice's
Restaurant.
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years agoon
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice atthe
restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she livesin the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husbandRay and
Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got alot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all thatroom,
seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that theydidn't
have to take out their garbage for a long time.
We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and wedecided it'd be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the citydump. So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a redVW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destructionand headed
on toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain acrossacross the
dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard ofa dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes wedrove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off theside of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottomof the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that onebig pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that oneup we
decided to throw our's down.

That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had athanksgiving
dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get upuntil the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. Hesaid, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a tonof
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information aboutit." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put thatenvelope
under that garbage."

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on thetelephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we hadto go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to himat the
police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus withthe
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed ontoward the
police officer's station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie couldadone at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us amedal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't verylikely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawledus out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinityagain,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the policeofficer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon,and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, Idon't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shutup, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."

And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car anddrove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the townof
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they gotthree stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we gotto the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and threepolice cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybodywanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up allkinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer'sstation.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smellingprints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographswith circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explainingwhat each
one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of theapproach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that'snot to
mention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he wasgoing to put
us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, Iwant your
wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand youwanting my
wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but whatdo you
want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want anyhangings." I
said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself forlittering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he tookout the
toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, andhe took
out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the -roll the
toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have anescape. Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later thatAlice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and witha few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and wewent back
to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't bebeat,
and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to goto court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seveneight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph onthe back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We allstood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colourglossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog,and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, andthen at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles andarrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeingeye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures withcircles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began tocry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case ofAmerican
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, andthe
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-tencolour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the backof each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence againstus. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, butthats not
what I came to tell you about.
Came to talk about the draft.
They got a building down New York City, it's called WhitehallStreet,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected,infected,
neglected and selected. I went down to get my physicalexamination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the nightbefore, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning.`Cause Iwanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted,I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid fromNew York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up,and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down andthey gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room604."
And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, Iwanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood andgore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill,Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL,KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping upand down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medalon me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."
Didn't feel too good about it.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seveneight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph onthe back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We allstood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colourglossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog,and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, andthen at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles andarrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeingeye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures withcircles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began tocry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case ofAmerican
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, andthe
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-tencolour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the backof each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence againstus. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, butthats not
what I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.

They got a building down New York City, it's called WhitehallStreet,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected,infected,
neglected and selected. I went down to get my physicalexamination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the nightbefore, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning.`Cause Iwanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted,I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid fromNew York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up,and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down andthey gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, Iwanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood andgore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill,Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL,KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping upand down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medalon me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Didn't feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they wasdoin' to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours,four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds ofmean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and theywas
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they wasleaving no
part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came tothe see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thingthere,
and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, weonly got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's RestaurantMassacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like thatand all
the phenome...- and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid,did you ever
go to court?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seveneight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and theparagraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said,"Kid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOWkid!!"

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is,Group W's
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join thearmy after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of meannasty ugly
looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Fatherstabbers. Father
rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next tome! And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guyssitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, themeanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean'n' ugly
'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat downnext to me
and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, Ihad to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrestedfor, kid?"
And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on thebench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things,till I
said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shookmy hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, motherstabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talkingabout on the
bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes andall kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand,held it
up and said.