After I told my daughter about the trick knee incident, she mailed me an old knee brace. It looks like a medieval torture device, so I probably won't try it. Maybe, but most likely not.

NOW: Taped to the outside of the mailing package was an envelope with "Please Read" written on the outside. I recognized her husband's handwriting. This guy is a nut case. I'm not kidding. I've had to hire a lawyer and warn this looney not to attempt contact with me, because he has stalked me on the Internet, by mail, by phone, and in person. But since my daughter was sending something, he attached this letter to the package. I don't know if she was aware of that or not.

So though I knew better, I looked at it, and it was another of those pious, holier than thou diatribes about God and being good etc. etc. and how it is all up to me to be nice to him. I loathe, detest, and abhor him and people like him who "get religion" and put a halo over their heads, and look down their snouts at "sinners" while they're doing things I wouldn't dream of.
What hypocrisy. What nerve. What gall.

If the idiot had sent a nice "How are you, hope you're doing okay" card, it might have softened up my attitude a little, but no. Same old thing--he's right because GOD spoke in his ear(!) What crap. Speaking of that--a couple of years ago I sent out a few what I considered funny Christmas cards, showing Santa with brown specks on his face and beard, looking annoyed. Inside the card is written "Santa knew it was time to add more fiber to the reindeer's diet."
Well sir, Mr. religious looney tunes let me have it about that card--harsh sneers and ugly comments. Give me a break--God would have thought that was funny--ask him Mr. Looney, next time you talk to him.

susil