Jennings County's Granny Punkbuster

Jennings County's Granny Punkbuster Well, bless your heart! If you like sharp talk, small-town tales and a little mischief, you’re in the right place. Stay awhile and listen, sugar!

From the sheriff’s antics to Twitchy McTweak’s pancake debates, there’s always a story. Blocking isn’t censorship — it’s moderation of stupidity. This page shuts down propaganda, distraction tactics, and grown adults acting like playground bullies with Wi-Fi, especially officials and their tagalongs playing word games to mislead the public. Act like an adult. Pretend decorum matters. Stick to fact

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Oh honey, pull up a chair, 'cause Granny’s got a yarn to spin.Now, them five whippersnappers of mine, all elbows and hor...
12/24/2025

Oh honey, pull up a chair, 'cause Granny’s got a yarn to spin.

Now, them five whippersnappers of mine, all elbows and hormones decided to send their Christmas wishlists to ol’ Granny. But instead of proper words like please and thank you, they scribbled down a whole mess of what I assume is the Devil’s autocorrect. Slang, they call it. Sounds more like a sneeze and a cough at the same time.

But you see, this ain't Granny’s first rodeo. I took them words exactly as they wrote ‘em. If they wanted to be cute, I’d be cuter. Outfoxed by a teenager? Not this old goat.

Little Benny, age 9, wrote: “Granny, I want that fire drip for real, no cap.”
So, come Christmas mornin’, Benny unwraps a rusty ol’ drip pan from the garage, still warm from under the Buick, with a stick of dynamite duct-taped to it (the fake kind, from Halloween decor). Fire drip, no cap. Got exactly what he asked for. He cried. I smiled. Education complete.

Teenage Maddie said: “Granny, I need that glow-up, don’t leave me lookin’ mid.”
So I wrapped up a glow-in-the-dark nightlight and a stick of Midol. Glow-up and mid, straight from the Walgreens clearance rack. She glared. I sipped my coffee, victorious.

Jax, age 16, wrote: “Granny, I wanna be iced out.”
Well, sweet sarsaparilla, I took him at his word. Wrapped him head to toe in frozen peas, corn, and them ice packs from the meat drawer. Sat him in the backyard with a note: Consider yourself iced, darling. He thawed around lunchtime. You’re welcome, Jax.

Little Zoey, age 11, wanted: “A whole vibe, Granny. Something that hits different.”
So I gave her a lava lamp, a whoopee cushion, and a pair of socks with possums on 'em. That combo hit real different. She’s still tryin’ to figure out what mood she’s supposed to be in.

And dear Caleb, bless his heart, said: “Granny, pull up with that W, I need a big dub this year.” So I knitted him a giant W on a sweater, bright yellow, size ###L. Even added tassels. Looks like a human Wheel of Fortune. “You wanted a dub,” I said. “Here’s your ‘W,’ ya little rascal.”

They all stared at me like I’d just read ‘em the Farmer’s Almanac cover to cover.

Moral of the story? Speak plain, children. Granny don’t speak emoji. You want socks, say socks. Not sock drip, bussin’ fr fr. Or you might just get a fire extinguisher next year.

ATTENTION: SPEED TRAP COMPLETE Now Serving Fresh Tickets Between Vernon & North Vernon Congratulations, motorists! That ...
12/22/2025

ATTENTION: SPEED TRAP COMPLETE

Now Serving Fresh Tickets Between Vernon & North Vernon

Congratulations, motorists!
That harmless stretch of road you’ve driven for years without incident has officially been reclassified as a Revenue Enhancement Corridor™.

What’s new?

∙ Speed limit magically drops 40 → 30 MPH
∙ Increased “public safety presence” (parked, hidden, or lurking)
∙ Improved cash flow for… reasons

Why the change?

∙ Safety? Sure.
∙ Studies? Trust us, bro.
∙ Actual danger? Shhh.

Helpful Driving Tips:

∙ Don't watch your speedometer more than the road than before.
∙ Smile for the possible invisible camera / deputy behind the bush

Effective: At the stroke of midnight tonight. (12-23-25 12:00 A.M.)

Granny got bored and did a thing.
12/22/2025

Granny got bored and did a thing.

The Ledger of Good IntentionsThere was a humble food pantry tucked inside a rural county, the kind with one stoplight, a...
12/09/2025

The Ledger of Good Intentions

There was a humble food pantry tucked inside a rural county, the kind with one stoplight, an aging courthouse and a tradition of power that travels through whispers instead of elections.

On the outside, the pantry looked noble.
On paper, it was miraculous.

Reports claimed they were serving stratospheric numbers so high they needed oxygen tanks, “hundreds upon hundreds” of households, far beyond what community reality could actually sustain. The grant application glowed like a church bulletin written during a revival. But numbers drawn from imagination eventually collide with numbers gathered from experience.

Into all this stepped someone who didn’t perform charity, they practiced it.

No politics.
No theatrics.
Just feeding people.

They fed and taught widowed men who didn’t know how to cook.
They fed working people who still slept on sofas.
They fed embarrassed parents who whispered their requests.

They didn’t inflate numbers.
They increased dignity.

And that turned out to be dangerous.

Goodness without performance exposes performance without goodness.

A small council decided a meeting was needed. Papers were read stiffly. Justifications offered no specifics. Someone reading aloud looked uncomfortable, as though every sentence had splinters in it. And the person being dismissed responded with compassion:

“You don’t have to read that if you’re uncomfortable.”

In that moment, integrity made silence louder than any accusation.
That single sentence was an act of dignity so disarming, the room shifted.

Because power hates compassion, it reminds everyone what leadership is supposed to look like.

Then came the calls... calls meant not for truth, but intimidation. A rumor was inflated into a concern. A concern was delivered to people in authority. The message beneath all of it was clear:

Be quiet.
Be small.
Disappear.

They expected compliance.

But documentation exists.
Documentation has teeth.
Documentation remembers.

And word spread, not because someone shouted..
but because people whispered.

Neighbors connected.
Volunteers organized.
Those who once felt alone realized others saw the same cracks.

When leadership tries to erase real compassion, the community remembers it more vividly.

Somewhere in a cabinet, there remains paperwork reflecting inflated reality, numbers that never existed. Someday someone will review it and wonder at how it passed unquestioned.

But the real legacy isn’t in those papers.

It’s in the memory of someone who helped people without measuring them, judging them or deviously monetizing them.

Charity is not a podium.
It is a table.

And when people sit together at it, the truth becomes difficult to bury.

Well now, that sure looks like N Greensburg Street, alright. Puts it smack-dab inside the city limits, which means that ...
12/04/2025

Well now, that sure looks like N Greensburg Street, alright. Puts it smack-dab inside the city limits, which means that quoted law don’t hold no water there. Might be better off diggin’ up the city ordinance it’s actually bumpin’ up against.

Primary Authorities regarding IC 9-21-4-6

State Highways (including interstates and U.S. routes): The Indiana Department of Transportation (INDOT) has primary jurisdiction and enforcement authority. INDOT personnel remove unauthorized signs from state rights-of-way.

County Roads (outside city/town limits): The county highway department or county commissioners have jurisdiction.

City or Town Streets (within corporate limits): The city or town street department (or similar local governing body like the town council or mayor) has authority.

Well ain’t this a humdinger...Heard tell there was some mischief goin’ on in the sheriff’s race, signs up and vanishing ...
12/04/2025

Well ain’t this a humdinger...

Heard tell there was some mischief goin’ on in the sheriff’s race, signs up and vanishing like socks in a dryer. Only this time, one clever cookie had the good sense to tuck GPS trackers in their signs.

Wouldn’t ya know it, a few of those signs started moving. Real-time. Rumor has it, the trail led straight to a house.

No names were shared yet, but ISP was called. Keep those eyes peeled for a press release.

Hardee’s has closed.Right before Christmas.No farewell sign. No warning. Just quiet.Doors locked, lights out and folks s...
12/03/2025

Hardee’s has closed.
Right before Christmas.

No farewell sign. No warning. Just quiet.
Doors locked, lights out and folks sent home with more worry than they had yesterday.

Some of ‘em had kids countin’ on Santa. Some were just tryin’ to hold it together ‘til January. Now? One less paycheck. One more empty building in a town full of ‘em.

It wasn’t just a fast food place. It was a job. A lifeline to many, now a little bit of stability gone at the worst time..

The Meltdown That Started When the Facts Showed UpGoing back through the old posts from before Granny showed up is like ...
11/22/2025

The Meltdown That Started When the Facts Showed Up

Going back through the old posts from before Granny showed up is like digging through an abandoned shed: dusty opinions everywhere, not a single official or their pet lap-dogs giving a single squeak about any of it. Nobody cared. Nobody flinched. Nobody even blinked.

Then the facts started rolling in.
Not feelings.
Not rumors.
Not “my cousin’s friend said.”

Actual public documents. Receipts. Verifiable truth you can’t drown in the “gaslight-and-hope” routine they’ve lived on for years.

That’s when the panic set in.

Suddenly the same page they ignored became “dangerous.” Suddenly Granny was “the problem.” Suddenly their fragile little world was under attack, not because anything was false, but because the truth hit them harder than their morning coffee ever could.

They’ve been projecting ever since. Every accusation they throw is just them yelling at their own reflection: slander this, slander that. They don’t even know what slander is, and the funniest part? They’re so clueless they’ll post something blatantly libelous because their feelings warped the facts into some Frankenstein monster from their feelings-based reality... where facts only matter if they’re twisted to fit whatever story they cooked up in the moment. They believe their own delusion and parade it around like it’s a masterpiece, when really it’s just chronic entitlement rotting their judgment. It’s embarrassing watching people that wrong be that confident. Especially when it's been going on for sooooo long from a couple dozen families and their friends.

Granny didn’t break their brains.
She just shined a light on how little they were working to begin with. And nothing threatens entitled folks more than losing their favorite weapon: the ability to lie to you while making you irrelevant without being challenged, and that, needs to change.

Keep watching.
Their meltdown is only getting started.

Join and add your option.
11/21/2025

Join and add your option.

SOMETHIN’S BREWIN’...Word is a brand-new Wawa is fixin’ to take over this spot right here!Now, some folks are cheerin’ f...
11/21/2025

SOMETHIN’S BREWIN’...

Word is a brand-new Wawa is fixin’ to take over this spot right here!

Now, some folks are cheerin’ for hoagies and hot coffee on tap...
Others? Well, they ain’t too keen on tearin’ down what’s already there.

So tell me. Are you glad to see it or wishin’ they’d leave it be?

Jennings County Diploma Requirements for 2029.Well now, let ol’ Granny break it down for ya, since the local paper’s try...
11/20/2025

Jennings County Diploma Requirements for 2029.

Well now, let ol’ Granny break it down for ya, since the local paper’s tryin’ to sell you what’s already public, like hawkin’ lemonade on a rainy day. They slapped a paywall on school news that oughta be free as the breeze, and when folks politely asked for a peek, the paper offered up a subscription link instead of a straight answer. Bless their greedy little hearts. Lucky for us, there’s a better article floatin’ around for nothin’, so Granny’s passin’ along her own version of said article.. no strings, no dimes, just the facts.

Now here’s what the district’s hollerin’ about: the state’s cookin’ up a new Indiana high-school diploma, and it’s lookin’ mighty different. Mr. Uhler and Mrs. Ebbing told the board the base diploma clocks in at 42 credits, and now they’re hangin’ it all on these newfangled “readiness seals”, you pick one based on whether you’re headin’ to college, a job, or the military. Every kid’s gotta aim for at least one.

Some changes are whoppers: personal finance is now a must, English stacks up to eight credits (with one for gabbin’ proper), math’s sittin’ at seven with Algebra I baked in, and they shuffled around the social studies deck, no more across-the-board econ. For those fancy seals, you might need anywhere from 75 to 650 hours of job experience or some sort of certificate. That’s a heap of time, so better pack a lunch.

To get kids off on the right foot, the district built this “Panther Freshman Corps” thing, a 10-credit starter pack. It’s got English, math, science, STEM (that’s techie stuff, like computin’), PE, health, and one class to help ‘em figure out life after high school. It’s supposed to make the schedulin’ less of a mess and help steer kids toward hands-on learning or career tracks.

They say this new diploma’s more flexible, like stretchy pants after Thanksgiving, but also a bit of a puzzle. Departments will need to huddle up and sort out what counts for what: STEM, science, credentials... you name it. They’ve also got these honor paths, Enrollment, Employment, Enlistment and fancier versions of each, each with its own rules, like extra classes, GPA minimums, college credit, and such.

So there ya have it, straight from Granny, no public record paywall, no nonsense!

You gave me the attic suite in your head, bless your heart, but I can't live like this.... clean it up scrappy, before I...
11/17/2025

You gave me the attic suite in your head, bless your heart, but I can't live like this.... clean it up scrappy, before I catch a case of the nonsense.

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