Over Coffee

 Notes from the picket line against smut in Peachtree Corners.

      By now, after being awarded more than a month of business by federal Judge Beverly Martin, the Love Shack continues to collect money from the debasement of others. Owner John Cornetta is simply taking candy from babies in this respect: There are a boatload of people who willingly, eagerly and voluntarily hand over cold cash for the privilege of debasing themselves. They are even willing to brave the gauntlet of a picket line for decency and its many cameras in order to practice their dirty little habits. Their addiction to pornography and risk-prone sexual practices is that strong. Cornetta is just cashing in and laughing all the way to the bank.

   Observing who enters this smut establishment, and with whom they do it, is revealing indeed. The neighbors who keep regular vigils across the property line have now become aware of the repeat visitors to this place. Brain-dead folks who arrive in company-marked cars have discovered their employers have been notified. Not a one had a legitimate reason for being at the Love Shack.

   Love Shack patrons who think they are being slick by parking in the spaces at the medical professional building right next door have discovered the phenomenon of “towing.” The disgusted long-time owner of that building, Chris Brigman, has even installed huge concrete barriers to protect his side parking lot from the creeping pond scum. It was amusing to watch cars tear past the demonstrators, intending to use the professional building’s parking lot so their license plate would not be visible to the cameras, only to abruptly discover that avenue was solidly blocked.

    Not surprisingly, the Love Shack is a magnet for immature high school boys. They “buzz” the place when the protesters are out there, yelling, “We love the Love Shack!” and other worse epithets that I cannot print, to the people who, just possibly, may know their parents. There are two high schools in the very near vicinity of this smut hovel, the new Norcross High School and the Wesleyan School. Sometimes we observe ID activity in the Love Shack, but sometimes we do not. Parents need to be aware that their underage children may very well gain access to this place. I think it is fascinating that the law strongly requires us to put a fence around a backyard swimming pool because it is an “attractive nuisance” yet, this “attractive nuisance” in our midst was kissed by a federal judge.

   The trash along the side of the road over there has changed as well. Once in a while residents of Peachtree Corners would see  a Chick-fil-A wrapper or cup tossed onto the verge, now we’ve got pornography catalogs and order forms with, of course, lots of pictures. I saw this myself. Patrons of the Love Shack do not appear to be the model citizen you’d want to live next door to you, so I expect chucking garbage out the car window is natural for them. It’s a whole new stratum of society, my friends, sucked to Peachtree Corners by the Love Shack.

    License plates arrive from Bibb, Bartow, Cherokee, Forsyth, Fulton, Cobb, Baker, Douglas, and the rental cars of Clayton. Cars from Alabama, South Carolina, Illinois, and quite a few from Florida have also been observed, caught in this noxious swirly. One over-sized van disgorged a group of young men who were beginning a Saturday night bachelor party; they were dismayed to find themselves a matter of interest to the picket line. The fat lady, who was obviously the designated driver, never budged from her driver’s seat. I believe the attraction of the place palled a bit because the guys were in and out really quick. Guilt still works for some folks.

   It’s what causes the young women to put their heads in their laps so we won’t see them in their acute embarrassment as their husbands or boyfriends circle the place, trying to find an unobtrusive way in. Some belligerent young women, of course, shoot us the bird. As the pickets log more and more time keeping vigil at this local cesspool, it is becoming more and more evident that this has, without a doubt, attracted the very lowest end and least able of our society. They are not the smart people who work to bring society, and themselves, forward. They are the desperate ones who pay money to debase themselves.  This is such a pitiful shame. Those folks are hooked, reeled in, and landed, right smack in the middle of Peachtree Corners.

   We are impatiently waiting for Gwinnett County government to enforce the adult entertainment ordinance and force the removal of the doors on the “private” video-viewing booths. Citizens of Peachtree Corners are also impatiently waiting for Gwinnett County to enforce the signage regulations. We are gagging on purple and red neon over here! The Love Shack is way over-signed and the prevailing mood of the residents is that John Cornetta stuck his finger severely in our eye and Gwinnett County is taking no timely action to assist us. Might I remind our commissioners that Peachtree Corners pays taxes and votes at an estimable level when compared to other sections of the county?

   Thanks for reading.

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