Rapunzel-boy needs a haircut and a swift kick in the _ss.
They’ve been trying for months to get him to move out? I’m assuming he doesn’t pay rent or room and board and still wants a free ride. Even if that isn’t the case, they’ve given him plenty of notice. Does he work? Not according to his parent’s note, ” 3) There are jobs available even for those with a poor work history like you. Get one — you have to work.” He doesn’t look all that employable but he does look lazy. In any event, I have no doubt he leaves the house often enough. Change the locks and when he’s out, put all his belongings on the sidewalk.
So, the 30 year old son wants 1 to 6 months notice prior to eviction.
Okay, providing he moves into the gazebo pictured in the yard.
I’d wager he’d find new accommodations before snowfall.
$1,100.00 would have been plenty for bus fare across America … to one of them sanctuary, homeless cities out West (sadly, in my neck of the woods). Lots of Starbucks with free WiFi for Jr. to surf porn all day.
I was in my early 20s when I finished my B. Sc. I couldn’t wait to move out of my parents’ house and have a place of my own. It meant independence and freedom, as well as personal responsibility, but, by that age, I was ready for it.
This twit doesn’t appear to have learned any of that.
Sounds like the codependence had run its course … and baby boy wasn’t quite ready
I’m like, you made him like this, he’s your problem. How are you justified dumping him on the street? Parents need to be accountable to how they raise their kids. If they raise basement dwellers, they need to live with the consequences. My oldest is only 13, and we have had the discussion a few times with the kids that once they graduate high school, rent starts coming in. So find a job!
Agreed. And if the chick won’t leave the nest then maybe selling the nest and moving to a smaller one is called for. “Notice” can be the closing date of the sale.
One of my boyfriends parents did that to him. They told him ” We are moving to a 2 bedroom condo and YOU are NOT coming with us. Find some other place to store your tires, your skiis, your wind surfer and any other stuff. ” This happened before I met him, he married his high school girlfriend and moved his stuff into her place because she had furniture, towels, pots and pans, the essentials for living. Sadly, the marriage did not last, having furniture and towels is not a good basis for a good marriage.
How are they justified dumping him on the street? Seriously? He’s 30!!! He’s been an adult for more than a decade! Do you KNOW that his parents made him that way? Considering the society of today where kids are taught from kindergarten on that they have all kinds of rights and no responsibilities, parents don’t have the influence they used to. Besides which they gave him months of notice and offered him $1100, so it’s not “dumping him on the street”, which is more than I would have given him.
I wonder if he’s ever kissed a girl.
that is just lucky it ain’t my place it’s refusing to move out of. He’d have his session in a hospital, not a court house!!!
@Buddy:
He did something to a girl at some point, he was complaining on the news that his child was recently taken away from him and now he has to suffer the additional heartache of being turfed by his parents. Oh Boo hoo hoo hoo.
I bet the only girlfriend that dude had came with a valve and a patch kit.
They said on FOX tonight that he has a child so I would guess he’s been kissed. Nothing was said about where the child lives.
The real bright side is that UnMe should be kind of quiet for a few days while he’s finding a new basement..
Can you please warn people before you make them spray coffee all over their monitors?
Worth it though.
Good one!
I thought Unme was preparing to sue Mad Wax.
There is an ongoing academic literature saying that younger generations are becoming poorer in relation to older generations. Hence, data shows that grown children are living longer with their parents. That being said, this 30-year-old must be the laughing stock by now. One wonders why he would go through with legal action, knowing that we will carry heavy baggage from now on.
I regrettably but confidently predict a sad, regretful life for this spoiled, ungrateful jerk. I cannot imagine how he will ever find a satisfying place in human society. As David Murrell notes above, situational awareness is not this man-child’s strong suit.
Poor fellow. He needs psychological counselling. Perhaps some sympathetic sessions involving bringing in the parents also, would be in order, at some point. There is obviously a communication breakdown with his parents that has developed, probably over time. There are too many questions about the family dynamics that are unclear, that this junk piece doesn’t offer.
Does his mother do his laundry and cook irresistibly wonderful meals? Does he build rapport and dine with his parents? Does the young man have a significant other? Does the young man have gainful employment?
This sounds like a case of slow/ arrested development. In some cultures the adult children remain at home until marriage and contribute financially to the household. This stage of development for this young man has not been reached.
The shouting matches with one another, in a public court is evidence of professional help requirements.
Just an FYI: this is what you are responding to when a troll appears on a comments page. If the parents cancelled their wifi plan, he’d be gone within a week.
“If the parents cancelled their wifi plan, he’d be gone within a week.”
I’m in basic agreement as it applies to many cases (and there are many cases) where children continue to remain in their parents home long after they should be gone. But cutting the internet will not work in every case. Sometimes it’s simply “fear” that keeps them in their parents home. Though they seem normal on the surface, it’s a form of mental illness, fear of the outside world.
Note: I assert nothing as the reason for the guy in NY not leaving.
On a related note, it is common in Latin culture (South and Central America, Mexico, Italy, Spain) for children to remain in the parents home until marriage and sometimes even after that. It’s a cultural thing, probably traceable to the Romans. (Pater familias)
I would not be afraid to assert that 95% of the basement dwellers are most afraid of loss of internet access more than any other thing on the planet. The other 5% may have medically diagnosable problems.
I left home 3 days after I turned 16. Went to work on a ranch 500 miles away. Not one phone call and when I returned home on the bus before school started it was like I’d never left. It was expected – get out and work.
My brother on the other had who was a catch colt 14 years my junior never left home until his early 30’s. He was my mothers boy and when he finally got laid he married some unsuspecting woman who after having a few kids figured him out, didn’t respect him and finally punted him. His response was to run home to mom’s basement.
My observation of these situations is they are largely created by mothers protecting sons who are more than willing to comply. These coddled bastards are lazy, don’t work, can’t relate to women and many become homosexualists.
As David Murrell suggests. This fellow appears to be part of the lost generation that Dr. Peterson is talking about; a generation of millions of angry young men that is denigrated for being male by what passes for society these days. A generation that could hit the streets given the right conditions. Streets that became bloody battlegrounds in the 1930s.
Like B A Deplorable Rupertslander, In the 1960s, I, and millions like me, male and female, could not wait to start my own world and family. Opportunity and success waited with open arms for any educational level. The politicization of almost every avenue except carpentry and plumbing is alienating millions.
Btw, that was funny about Unme not being here for this thread because he/she is looking for another basement. So apt.
I got kicked out 2 weeks before I was ready to leave on my own.
at 1030 at night.
with a whole months salary in my pocket. back in the golden age of banks closing at 3 in the afternoon.
wandered the streets all night hoping I wouldnt get mugged.
this shytstain is trying to use a loophole that does not apply. he aint payin rent so a notice of eviction is immaterial.
I rent rooms. a few tenants over the years have learned the landlord tenant act does NOT apply. it’s embedded right in the act re ‘shared accommodation’. one or 2 needed the process backed up with some muscle. that’s MY loophole.
p.s. 5 times now Ive written off every friggin nickel in rental I/C. heh-heh.
Society has made coddled adults. Since childhood there are no winners or losers, nobody keeps score, no matter how much or little effort you put in, everyone gets rewarded the same.
When my son left school he got a low paying job but we required him to pay room and board (much less than he would have to pay elsewhere) if he wanted to stay in our house. I bought him his first (used) car and he was to pay me back in monthly installments, no interest. It was fine for a little while, and then he started hanging out with welfare bums who used him for free taxi service, he beat the crap out of the car, blowing his money and didn’t have enough money for rent or car payments. I sat him down and told him, rent is due on the first of every month. If it is one day late, you are OUT! Car payment is due on the 15th of every month. If it is one day late, you are OUT! No negotiating, no exceptions. Don’t like it? Then leave now.
He followed the rules because he knew I had enough and he wouldn’t get a better deal anywhere else.
That is an example of tough love. Sometimes kids need that. I recently read somewhere, perhaps here, by one of you commenters, that if you don’t like your kids, no one else will. Kudos to you.
“……if you don’t like your kids, no one else will.”
paraphrasing Jordan Peterson, as I recall?
Oh, yes, of course, thanks…I have his book here and am reading it currently. What a great guy! Wish he could ‘bust’ us out from the shackles of the Federal Liberals!
I am not really qualified to comment on this story. My brother and I were abandoned by our mother (legally … in court) to our alcoholic father who was living with his mother at age 45. By the age of 18 … both my brother and I had to flee our father’s home as he couldn’t even provide FOOD for us to eat. We had NO CHOICE but to grow the fkcu-up in a big hurry. And guess what?! We did. My brother ended-up buying his first home at age 23. My first was purchased at age 24. With OUR jobs and $$$. Earned by US! I went to college, and my brother didn’t. Not because he wasn’t academically capable … but he needed to work to survive. We had NO safety net under us. No other family help. So we chose to thrive (we had already lived a “survival” lifestyle).
So when I read a story like this … I am frankly befuddled. If this “little boy” isn’t diagnosed as mentally ill … then he should just get on with it already! I am convinced that when we coddle our children, we cripple our children. Coddling them is like Chinese foot binding. We intentionally prevent their growth. I did not feel the need to coddle my children, despite the fact they grew up feeling secure and protected. They lived in ONE house (expanded and remodeled twice) for their entire lives and attended the same school district K-12. They were made safe and secure (like I wasn’t). But they had to work for their allowances. They had to work in college (or lose our support). They had to work for their spending money. And they are both successful in both work and relationships. But guess what? My wife would STILL have them living here given her choice … and I could not think of a more cruel fate for my children. No, not from living with my loving wife … but from being suffocated by it.
When I was finishing my B. Sc., I had 3 job offers (yeah, it was that long ago). One of them was in the town where my parents were and the other two were in a different province.
I didn’t want to return to that town, but my mother thought otherwise. I sought the advice of a clergyman about what I should do and he told me: “Your parents need to grow up, too.” That was exactly what I wanted–and needed–to hear. I took one of the out-of-province jobs.
My mother didn’t like it, but about a year later, her attitude had changed when she saw that I was doing all right. I think she realized that I could not only manage to live on my own, she knew that she had raised me right.
You have the gift of good common sense. This kid, perhaps, not so much. Plus it has made you an affable sort. Your comments here are a joy to read! Even when you are grumpy, rightfully so, at times, and always comical, when that is your intention.
Thank you for your comments.
That common sense was drilled into me by my parents. Then again, I learned from the best because they went through circumstances that today’s snowflakes can’t even imagine.
They were born and grew up in Berlin during the 1930s. They survived being bombed by the RAF and the USAAF. (My father, apparently, went out scrounging after the raids to provide for his parents and siblings. The “safe spaces” my parents had were the bomb shelters they went to whenever they heard the warning sirens.) They survived invasion and occupation by the Red Army.
All of that happened before they were teenagers.
They also endured Stalin’s post-war blockade. (My mother often spoke fondly of the Royal Navy Sunderland flying boats that landed on the river to deliver provisions, including table salt.) Some semblance of normality returned when our sector of Berlin came under British control and they completed their education, including apprenticeships in their respective trades.
And then we came to Canada–first my father and then my mother and I. That’s a story in itself, but we were determined to make this country our home.
It’s no surprise, then, that I learned to be self-reliant and independent after hearing about what they went through.
And then this bonehead claims hardship?
You are so very nice (and astute in your writings). I’m working on NOT being a grumpy old man … with mixed results. But there’s SO MUCH to be grumpy about these days … but my grandmother used to say the same thing about my long hair …
We have lots of magpies in our apartment complex. A few years ago, one of the nesting couples were out and about with their new kiddies and I got to see how magpie families worked.
Mom and Dad were busy looking for stuff to eat, but the youngsters were another matter. One would come up to, say, Daddy, bend down low, spread his wings and tail, and start yelping, expecting to be fed. Daddy, being a good magpie father, ignored him. Junior would quickly become frustrated that he wasn’t going to get a free meal so he would try the same thing with Mom. She, being a good magpie mother, did the same.
The young magpies made quite a racket with their caterwauling, though, I’m sure, they eventually were fed, but not when they demanded it. This started around Victoria Day and continued until early July but, by that time, the neighbourhood was much quieter. The magpie family was still around but, by then, the kids had learned to fend for themselves.
I remember seeing the young ones and they looked quite pleased with themselves. They rather liked the idea that they could eat what they wanted whenever they wanted to. They had learned that getting one’s own food wasn’t such a bad deal. I’m sure their parents were pleased.
There’s a lesson in that for the basement dweller.
Ditto post from 2:09 pm to B A !
“And then this bonehead claims hardship?”….
“Rapunzel needs a haircut and a swift kick in the _ss.
Just a couple of comments from S.D.A. contributors today. The latest as of 21:00 hours M.T. is that this nothing burger, puff piece of a junk story went wide today on all t.v. channels. They showed this family in court, they seem rather ordinarily dysfunctional like most families as portrayed by Hollywood during any holiday or family affair. The young fellow kept fussing with his very up-to-his-rear-end long hair, the dad looked sadly embarrassed while the mom had a glare in her eyes that would scare a crow! The judge sided with the parents. Kids gotta go, however adult family services have to assess the situation, verifying whether there was any abuse in this dysfunctionaliy happy clan.
Rapunzel-boy needs a haircut and a swift kick in the _ss.
They’ve been trying for months to get him to move out? I’m assuming he doesn’t pay rent or room and board and still wants a free ride. Even if that isn’t the case, they’ve given him plenty of notice. Does he work? Not according to his parent’s note, ” 3) There are jobs available even for those with a poor work history like you. Get one — you have to work.” He doesn’t look all that employable but he does look lazy. In any event, I have no doubt he leaves the house often enough. Change the locks and when he’s out, put all his belongings on the sidewalk.
So, the 30 year old son wants 1 to 6 months notice prior to eviction.
Okay, providing he moves into the gazebo pictured in the yard.
I’d wager he’d find new accommodations before snowfall.
$1,100.00 would have been plenty for bus fare across America … to one of them sanctuary, homeless cities out West (sadly, in my neck of the woods). Lots of Starbucks with free WiFi for Jr. to surf porn all day.
I was in my early 20s when I finished my B. Sc. I couldn’t wait to move out of my parents’ house and have a place of my own. It meant independence and freedom, as well as personal responsibility, but, by that age, I was ready for it.
This twit doesn’t appear to have learned any of that.
Sounds like the codependence had run its course … and baby boy wasn’t quite ready
I’m like, you made him like this, he’s your problem. How are you justified dumping him on the street? Parents need to be accountable to how they raise their kids. If they raise basement dwellers, they need to live with the consequences. My oldest is only 13, and we have had the discussion a few times with the kids that once they graduate high school, rent starts coming in. So find a job!
Agreed. And if the chick won’t leave the nest then maybe selling the nest and moving to a smaller one is called for. “Notice” can be the closing date of the sale.
One of my boyfriends parents did that to him. They told him ” We are moving to a 2 bedroom condo and YOU are NOT coming with us. Find some other place to store your tires, your skiis, your wind surfer and any other stuff. ” This happened before I met him, he married his high school girlfriend and moved his stuff into her place because she had furniture, towels, pots and pans, the essentials for living. Sadly, the marriage did not last, having furniture and towels is not a good basis for a good marriage.
How are they justified dumping him on the street? Seriously? He’s 30!!! He’s been an adult for more than a decade! Do you KNOW that his parents made him that way? Considering the society of today where kids are taught from kindergarten on that they have all kinds of rights and no responsibilities, parents don’t have the influence they used to. Besides which they gave him months of notice and offered him $1100, so it’s not “dumping him on the street”, which is more than I would have given him.
I wonder if he’s ever kissed a girl.
that is just lucky it ain’t my place it’s refusing to move out of. He’d have his session in a hospital, not a court house!!!
@Buddy:
He did something to a girl at some point, he was complaining on the news that his child was recently taken away from him and now he has to suffer the additional heartache of being turfed by his parents. Oh Boo hoo hoo hoo.
I bet the only girlfriend that dude had came with a valve and a patch kit.
They said on FOX tonight that he has a child so I would guess he’s been kissed. Nothing was said about where the child lives.
The real bright side is that UnMe should be kind of quiet for a few days while he’s finding a new basement..
Can you please warn people before you make them spray coffee all over their monitors?
Worth it though.
Good one!
I thought Unme was preparing to sue Mad Wax.
There is an ongoing academic literature saying that younger generations are becoming poorer in relation to older generations. Hence, data shows that grown children are living longer with their parents. That being said, this 30-year-old must be the laughing stock by now. One wonders why he would go through with legal action, knowing that we will carry heavy baggage from now on.
I regrettably but confidently predict a sad, regretful life for this spoiled, ungrateful jerk. I cannot imagine how he will ever find a satisfying place in human society. As David Murrell notes above, situational awareness is not this man-child’s strong suit.
Poor fellow. He needs psychological counselling. Perhaps some sympathetic sessions involving bringing in the parents also, would be in order, at some point. There is obviously a communication breakdown with his parents that has developed, probably over time. There are too many questions about the family dynamics that are unclear, that this junk piece doesn’t offer.
Does his mother do his laundry and cook irresistibly wonderful meals? Does he build rapport and dine with his parents? Does the young man have a significant other? Does the young man have gainful employment?
This sounds like a case of slow/ arrested development. In some cultures the adult children remain at home until marriage and contribute financially to the household. This stage of development for this young man has not been reached.
The shouting matches with one another, in a public court is evidence of professional help requirements.
Just an FYI: this is what you are responding to when a troll appears on a comments page. If the parents cancelled their wifi plan, he’d be gone within a week.
“If the parents cancelled their wifi plan, he’d be gone within a week.”
I’m in basic agreement as it applies to many cases (and there are many cases) where children continue to remain in their parents home long after they should be gone. But cutting the internet will not work in every case. Sometimes it’s simply “fear” that keeps them in their parents home. Though they seem normal on the surface, it’s a form of mental illness, fear of the outside world.
Note: I assert nothing as the reason for the guy in NY not leaving.
On a related note, it is common in Latin culture (South and Central America, Mexico, Italy, Spain) for children to remain in the parents home until marriage and sometimes even after that. It’s a cultural thing, probably traceable to the Romans. (Pater familias)
I would not be afraid to assert that 95% of the basement dwellers are most afraid of loss of internet access more than any other thing on the planet. The other 5% may have medically diagnosable problems.
I left home 3 days after I turned 16. Went to work on a ranch 500 miles away. Not one phone call and when I returned home on the bus before school started it was like I’d never left. It was expected – get out and work.
My brother on the other had who was a catch colt 14 years my junior never left home until his early 30’s. He was my mothers boy and when he finally got laid he married some unsuspecting woman who after having a few kids figured him out, didn’t respect him and finally punted him. His response was to run home to mom’s basement.
My observation of these situations is they are largely created by mothers protecting sons who are more than willing to comply. These coddled bastards are lazy, don’t work, can’t relate to women and many become homosexualists.
As David Murrell suggests. This fellow appears to be part of the lost generation that Dr. Peterson is talking about; a generation of millions of angry young men that is denigrated for being male by what passes for society these days. A generation that could hit the streets given the right conditions. Streets that became bloody battlegrounds in the 1930s.
Like B A Deplorable Rupertslander, In the 1960s, I, and millions like me, male and female, could not wait to start my own world and family. Opportunity and success waited with open arms for any educational level. The politicization of almost every avenue except carpentry and plumbing is alienating millions.
Btw, that was funny about Unme not being here for this thread because he/she is looking for another basement. So apt.
I got kicked out 2 weeks before I was ready to leave on my own.
at 1030 at night.
with a whole months salary in my pocket. back in the golden age of banks closing at 3 in the afternoon.
wandered the streets all night hoping I wouldnt get mugged.
this shytstain is trying to use a loophole that does not apply. he aint payin rent so a notice of eviction is immaterial.
I rent rooms. a few tenants over the years have learned the landlord tenant act does NOT apply. it’s embedded right in the act re ‘shared accommodation’. one or 2 needed the process backed up with some muscle. that’s MY loophole.
p.s. 5 times now Ive written off every friggin nickel in rental I/C. heh-heh.
Society has made coddled adults. Since childhood there are no winners or losers, nobody keeps score, no matter how much or little effort you put in, everyone gets rewarded the same.
Whenever I see stories like this I always think of this ad campaign:
Can’t get your kids to leave home – Stop cooking with cheese
When my son left school he got a low paying job but we required him to pay room and board (much less than he would have to pay elsewhere) if he wanted to stay in our house. I bought him his first (used) car and he was to pay me back in monthly installments, no interest. It was fine for a little while, and then he started hanging out with welfare bums who used him for free taxi service, he beat the crap out of the car, blowing his money and didn’t have enough money for rent or car payments. I sat him down and told him, rent is due on the first of every month. If it is one day late, you are OUT! Car payment is due on the 15th of every month. If it is one day late, you are OUT! No negotiating, no exceptions. Don’t like it? Then leave now.
He followed the rules because he knew I had enough and he wouldn’t get a better deal anywhere else.
That is an example of tough love. Sometimes kids need that. I recently read somewhere, perhaps here, by one of you commenters, that if you don’t like your kids, no one else will. Kudos to you.
“……if you don’t like your kids, no one else will.”
paraphrasing Jordan Peterson, as I recall?
Oh, yes, of course, thanks…I have his book here and am reading it currently. What a great guy! Wish he could ‘bust’ us out from the shackles of the Federal Liberals!
I am not really qualified to comment on this story. My brother and I were abandoned by our mother (legally … in court) to our alcoholic father who was living with his mother at age 45. By the age of 18 … both my brother and I had to flee our father’s home as he couldn’t even provide FOOD for us to eat. We had NO CHOICE but to grow the fkcu-up in a big hurry. And guess what?! We did. My brother ended-up buying his first home at age 23. My first was purchased at age 24. With OUR jobs and $$$. Earned by US! I went to college, and my brother didn’t. Not because he wasn’t academically capable … but he needed to work to survive. We had NO safety net under us. No other family help. So we chose to thrive (we had already lived a “survival” lifestyle).
So when I read a story like this … I am frankly befuddled. If this “little boy” isn’t diagnosed as mentally ill … then he should just get on with it already! I am convinced that when we coddle our children, we cripple our children. Coddling them is like Chinese foot binding. We intentionally prevent their growth. I did not feel the need to coddle my children, despite the fact they grew up feeling secure and protected. They lived in ONE house (expanded and remodeled twice) for their entire lives and attended the same school district K-12. They were made safe and secure (like I wasn’t). But they had to work for their allowances. They had to work in college (or lose our support). They had to work for their spending money. And they are both successful in both work and relationships. But guess what? My wife would STILL have them living here given her choice … and I could not think of a more cruel fate for my children. No, not from living with my loving wife … but from being suffocated by it.
When I was finishing my B. Sc., I had 3 job offers (yeah, it was that long ago). One of them was in the town where my parents were and the other two were in a different province.
I didn’t want to return to that town, but my mother thought otherwise. I sought the advice of a clergyman about what I should do and he told me: “Your parents need to grow up, too.” That was exactly what I wanted–and needed–to hear. I took one of the out-of-province jobs.
My mother didn’t like it, but about a year later, her attitude had changed when she saw that I was doing all right. I think she realized that I could not only manage to live on my own, she knew that she had raised me right.
You have the gift of good common sense. This kid, perhaps, not so much. Plus it has made you an affable sort. Your comments here are a joy to read! Even when you are grumpy, rightfully so, at times, and always comical, when that is your intention.
Thank you for your comments.
That common sense was drilled into me by my parents. Then again, I learned from the best because they went through circumstances that today’s snowflakes can’t even imagine.
They were born and grew up in Berlin during the 1930s. They survived being bombed by the RAF and the USAAF. (My father, apparently, went out scrounging after the raids to provide for his parents and siblings. The “safe spaces” my parents had were the bomb shelters they went to whenever they heard the warning sirens.) They survived invasion and occupation by the Red Army.
All of that happened before they were teenagers.
They also endured Stalin’s post-war blockade. (My mother often spoke fondly of the Royal Navy Sunderland flying boats that landed on the river to deliver provisions, including table salt.) Some semblance of normality returned when our sector of Berlin came under British control and they completed their education, including apprenticeships in their respective trades.
And then we came to Canada–first my father and then my mother and I. That’s a story in itself, but we were determined to make this country our home.
It’s no surprise, then, that I learned to be self-reliant and independent after hearing about what they went through.
And then this bonehead claims hardship?
You are so very nice (and astute in your writings). I’m working on NOT being a grumpy old man … with mixed results. But there’s SO MUCH to be grumpy about these days … but my grandmother used to say the same thing about my long hair …
We have lots of magpies in our apartment complex. A few years ago, one of the nesting couples were out and about with their new kiddies and I got to see how magpie families worked.
Mom and Dad were busy looking for stuff to eat, but the youngsters were another matter. One would come up to, say, Daddy, bend down low, spread his wings and tail, and start yelping, expecting to be fed. Daddy, being a good magpie father, ignored him. Junior would quickly become frustrated that he wasn’t going to get a free meal so he would try the same thing with Mom. She, being a good magpie mother, did the same.
The young magpies made quite a racket with their caterwauling, though, I’m sure, they eventually were fed, but not when they demanded it. This started around Victoria Day and continued until early July but, by that time, the neighbourhood was much quieter. The magpie family was still around but, by then, the kids had learned to fend for themselves.
I remember seeing the young ones and they looked quite pleased with themselves. They rather liked the idea that they could eat what they wanted whenever they wanted to. They had learned that getting one’s own food wasn’t such a bad deal. I’m sure their parents were pleased.
There’s a lesson in that for the basement dweller.
Ditto post from 2:09 pm to B A !
“And then this bonehead claims hardship?”….
“Rapunzel needs a haircut and a swift kick in the _ss.
Just a couple of comments from S.D.A. contributors today. The latest as of 21:00 hours M.T. is that this nothing burger, puff piece of a junk story went wide today on all t.v. channels. They showed this family in court, they seem rather ordinarily dysfunctional like most families as portrayed by Hollywood during any holiday or family affair. The young fellow kept fussing with his very up-to-his-rear-end long hair, the dad looked sadly embarrassed while the mom had a glare in her eyes that would scare a crow! The judge sided with the parents. Kids gotta go, however adult family services have to assess the situation, verifying whether there was any abuse in this dysfunctionaliy happy clan.