Monday, April 11

THERE'S A SKUNK IN GRANDMA'S KITCHEN (AND IT ISN'T WHITE, AND BLACK, AND FURRY)

What is this world of ours coming to? Now we have pothead grannies lacing their cookies and scrambled eggs with marijuana!

"Over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house we go ... " TO GET HIGH !!! Is that the new refrain?

Craziness. Utter craziness. My God In Heaven, what's Patricia Tabram stuff her turkey with during the holidays? I'll bet it's not cornbread.

I always thought, even in moods of dark depression, that some things in this beleagured world were still sacrosanct -- like "grandmotherhood." Guess not.

Worse, the judge in the case (no doubt a "progressive"), and even in the face of Grandma Tabram's utter defiance, decided to give her just a slap on the wrist -- a suspended sentence -- and even though, according to police, her home "bore all the hallmarks of any sophisticated drug dealer."

Wonder what she hands out to children for Halloween? There's nothing grand about this mother.