Not only was Earl “Bubba” Hiers Jr.—otherwise known as Paula Deen’s brother–an unrepentant homophobe, racist, and rotten boss (read the depositions in her lawsuit if you don’t believe me), but he has now taken rotten boss-hood to a new level by shutting down the restaurant and the epicenter of Paula’s short-lived blubber-fest downfall. With no warning to any of the staff, Uncle Bubba’s Seafood & Oyster House shut down. Literally overnight.

And this was announced on Facebook.

So employees who thought it more important to go to work than to check their Facebook feed showed up for their jobs only to find the kitchen equipment being hauled away and the doors locked.

According to the Key Group, a PR company, “Since its opening in 2004, Uncle Bubba’s Oyster House has been a destination for residents and tourists in Savannah, offering the region’s freshest seafood and oysters.  However, the restaurant’s owner and operator, Bubba Hiers, has made the decision to close the restaurant in order to explore development options for the waterfront property on which the restaurant is located.  At this point, no specific plans have been announced and a range of uses are under consideration in order realize the highest and best use for the property.

“The closing is effective today, Thursday, April 3, 2014.  Employees will be provided with severance based on position and tenure with the restaurant.  All effort will be made to find employees comparable employment with other Savannah restaurant organizations.”

Um, excuse me, but normally you don’t close down a restaurant with no warning in order to “explore” possibilities, like a sale. You keep it running so there is some income flow. Or you give notice and expect huge crowds to show up and you make a lot more money than usual. Clearly, something fishy is going on here.

I felt bad for anyone who worked in this dump place when Paula and Bubba were exposed for the filth that they are.

I feel even worse for them now that they’re unemployed.


You never know what you’re going to find in an estate sale. In a box marked “Found,” some lucky duck got a box containing 23 candid snapshots of the Rolling Stones during the southern leg of their 1965 US tour.

Brian Jones doing a handstand by the pool. Four years later he was dead in another pool

These snaps are a hoot—Mick and the gang relaxing by the pool of inexpensive motels. No stylists, bodyguards, screaming fans, drug dealers, or attitude to be found.

I’ll bet this was the first and last time any of the Stones stayed in the Manger Motor Lodge in Savannah, Georgia.

Take a look at: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2209114/The-Rolling-Stones-Unseen-pictures-taken-achieved-global-success.html#ixzz27c9Q84sV