So Sue Me: Part II

This goes beyond horse pucky. This is whale shit on the bottom of the ocean, which is where Senator James Alesi (R) of New York State has chosen to put his brain and his heart.

You need to read Part I of this in order to fully appreciate the full details. Today, exactly three years after Mr. Alesi was trespassing illegally on private property and broke his leg, he decided to serve papers to the owners of the house. They just happen to be a retired couple in their seventies, on a fixed income, who wanted to build a new, smaller home, and retire comfortably. Little did they know they'd be sued by a New York State senator.

This is the latest:

1. Today, exactly three years after Alesi's fall, the statute of limitations runs out for the owners to counter sue for illegal trespassing. Coincidence? I don't think so. The owners didn't sue Alesi three years ago for illegal trespassing because they felt bad that he broke his leg and didn't want to add insult to injury with bad press for the senator, so they let the whole thing pass.

2. Senator Alesi makes over $80K per year as a NY Senator, one of the highest paid in the United States.In addition, he operates other outside businesses. Now he wants to sue a senior couple on a fixed income.

I'm not one to be all hearts and flowers, but to make matters worse, the senior couple gives back to their community. She volunteers her time at the food cupboard and he volunteers his time at their church. These are the salt-of-the-earth kind of people I like to call friends.

I'm so steaming, hopping, mad right now, I could spit rusty nails. The taxpayers of the city of Rochester are asking Alesi to either drop the case, or resign from office. I'll do everything in my power to make sure both of those things happen.

In my contrite opinion: I think Senator James Alesi (R) New York is suffering from dementia. His heart is another story. I believe it got lost in that black abyss called POLITICS.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I hope the fleas of a thousand camels infest his armpits, and 86 pounds of frozen horse pucky mysteriously shows up on his doorstep.