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Morning AB, All

Let us commence by thanking AB for doing this thread so reliably every Sunday, rain, shine or holiday.

Let us move on to bow to Bray, the thread Wise Man who sums up the problems of the day in exacting prose.

Finally we thank the commenters who flesh out the thread with commentary and notes on….eh….the Sunday political talk shows, of course.

This week, let us pay homage to FreeRepublic, a site that we all use and should throw a couple of bucks into the pot.

Unless you’d rather see endless advertising to drive you nuts.

Yes, we have a story today and it’s a doozy.

Again, we fill in the background. As many of you know who read this thread, and my Facebook and maybe my Blog, my daughter has a mental disorder called Munchausen syndrome, a strange addiction to hospitals and all things medical. You might have watched a recent CBS show on a woman with Munchausen by proxy, the same addiction to medical sympathy but this version involves harming a child. The CBS story had a woman, horrible person (Munchausen people are NOT nice people, sorry it’s my daughter but she’s an awful person, more on this later) who killed her son by filling his feeding tube with salt. Killed the kid right in the hospital because did I mention? Munchausen people can fool the bray from a donkey, the neigh from the horse, the sympathy from our kind selves…..no problem.

Last year she spent THREE MONTHS in the loony bin (she loves the loony bin, easy to pretend mental illness), lost custody of her daughter and, this is awful, she left her two dogs alone in that house to suffer with fleas, no escape, one dog lost 40 pounds, and the house was covered with dog poop.

I took video and pictures, maybe later I’ll put up a link. My son-in-law came down and got the dogs, he nursed the one back to health. The other he gave back to my daughter because the guy still loves her though he kind of knows she’s totally gone.

Anyway, daughter gave away that dog because daughter doesn’t want dog, mother, husband or child. She wants that hospital, she loves the hospital, dear Lord she wants to go into that hospital.

So son-in-law gives dog-Cookie-back to daughter because he thinks this might keep her out of the hospital.

Last week son-in-law calls “Is Melissa home?”

Daughter lives across the street from me as, silly me, I bought her a house but she could care less. The house ain’t the hospital and so it’s worthless to her. I told son-in-law I haven’t seen her.

“I think she left Cookie alone in the house and she’s in the hospital AGAIN.”

My son-in-law, he’ll never learn.

At some point me and my friend Diane Feinstein went over to the house and checked and sure enough SHE LEFT THAT DOG ALL ALONE IN THAT HOUSE AGAIN!!!!

Son-in-law, raising my granddaughter by himself in Baltimore, comes down here to Delaware. I thought I had a key to the house but he tried and it did not work.

We had to break into the house and sure enough, though she’d been in the hospital for at least a week prior, that dog was left alone. We got the dog and son-in-law is taking care of the dog.

So daughter comes home from the hospital and guess what she does? She calls the police!!!!

Now that house is in my name, please understand. And I gave son-in-law permission to break the back door and get the dog. I would not allow that dog (which is the mother of one of my dogs, btw) to suffer like she did the last time….almost three weeks left trapped in a house, eaten alive by fleas, half dead. At that time I thought she had people coming to take care of the dog but that was a lie.

The police comes, she says she is now unsafe with a broken window and this is going to blow your mind.

THE POLICE COME OVER TO MY HOUSE AND DEMAND THAT I FIX THAT WINDOW!!!!

Now of course I explain that she left the dog alone, we had to rescue the dog, that the house was in my name….and I asked him again just why he was here dealing with the matter of a private house and what right did he have to demand that I fix a window on MY house?

“You are the one who told your son-in-law to break the window so you should fix it.”

Yep. That cop said that to me.

Now understand that since then I have contacted the Delaware animal control people, my state representative and a couple of police.

Because Melissa can get any public agent do her bidding, she cries, she sobs, she’s got big boobs.

I only recount this story as an example of how, unwittingly perhaps, the bureaucrats and public servants HELP MELISSA WITH HER NONSENSE!

If that cop broke a window on a car to rescue a dog trapped inside, would he be expected to fix that window? We had no idea if that dog had food or water (there was a bag of food thrown on the floor and some bowls of water around) and further, WE HAD NO IDEA IF SHE WAS DEAD INSIDE!

Cause when you go to the loony bin they won’t tell your name or verify if a patient. We had no idea where Melissa was, much less the dog.

The cop went away, of course, cause he was totally in the wrong. I got the Animal Control people to come out and cite Melissa for leaving dog alone and she was warned if she does it again she will be charged with a crime. Had to threaten to write a Blog post but hey, no way does that dog deserve to be treated that way.

Anyway, got some thoughts on Target and yours truly is now a Cantor, leading the entire mass in song….the new Choir Director begged me.

Heh.

And this Friday I am a delegate at the Delaware convention and Trump has been to Merryland and Delaware last week and I was at it all!