Five Haldol A Day, Rand, & Sheriff

    
   "Five Haldol A Day, Rand, & Sheriff"  
   
   Curious.  Boy, give her five Haldol a day.  Doctor Edwards diagnosed her with Alzheimer's Stage Four many years ago, ya--five Haldol a day, to kill dementia patients.  The info age.  Like Blake lived in the Age of Enlightenment; regardless, it was malicious and murder.  Hey Monica, ya fat ass, fat girls stick together, if thugs don't write your plan, you put Mom into a death facility.  And I can't pray for Mom, or speak to her?  Can't bring Priests over and giver her the Eucharist?  Just five Haldol a day, and keep her in the black?  My step-dad saying, "Don't talk to her; you totally can't get through to her demented brain."  He wants to live his life and be free, even though he took an oath--in utter sickness and hopeful health.  My Mom worked for the Rand Corporation, a higher level of FBI investigation and knowledge than any other, and she never broke her oath.
   They torment her with thug-like pseudo-caretakers that don't understand the Queen's English. They don't ask you a question, but they "axe" you a question.  No teeth.  Grills.  Dope use.  And the Sheriff lets them get away with it.
   I never threatened.  I only said I would use my magic.  An allegory.  Like this:  Joan of Arc!  Joan of Arc!  Joan of Arc!  Why can't I chant a Saint's name, but they can lock her in a dark room, and utterly neglect  her--curious?
   Based on an intruders lack of the Queen's English, they can put her in a home.  Why?  She lives for six years, diagnosed, falsely with Alzheimer's Stage Four, and the physicians said:  "The feeding tube is coming."  They've been saying it for four years--where is it?  And they cut off physical therapy two years ago. Why?  Cause they had her dead, yet she still breathes life, and laughs.  
   Phony doctors, and false testimony, because they don't want to deal.  They don't want to wash, brush, bathe, love, pray over, and enjoy a living soul.  Euthanasia is their tactic.  Good for them, Sheriff, ya milkweed.  Why would you not look at my videos, but look at my brothers--the filthy rich man?  Got you in his pocket?  And you kill a woman, allegorically, at least.  Love ya some Jesus, Bubba Cheese.