The Affadavids of Truth Pertaining To Jacksdad

At this point in the investigation, I shall like to present before this Court, the following. It will be up to you as highly respected investigators of all things sick; to make a rational decision, pertaining to this case.

Exhibit 1: Jack the son of Jacksdad, was sent up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Any logical individual knows that you do not go up hill to collect water. It is quite obvious to the prosecution that Jacksdad, used Jack's ignorance of physics; to make a fool of the little lad. Then to top off this insult, Jack fell down, breaking his Crown, and the Princess Jill, came tumbling after.

Now you may ask; what was the motivation for Jacksdad to commit such an outrage, not only against his Royal Child, but also against the Daughter of the King, in another kingdom.

I have researched and discovered, that Jacksdad is the horse stable cleaner for Good King Cole. He wanted to marry the King's Daughter, but the King felt that he was too deep in horse manure, which could cause a dangerous fecal plague to be brought directly into the Palace.

Well that did not stop Jacksdad. No, he pretended to be a handsome, clean smelling prince, from another land, and tricked the Princess into a ritualistic marriage. This bizarre ceremony took place in a Mormon Temple, of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saint. Yes, it does seem that Jacksdad is bound to the Princess for not only time on Earth, but for all eternity. He knows that even if the marriage is not recognized by Good King Cole, it is recognized by Jesus and the Mormon Prophets, in their Fairytale Kingdom.

To make matters worse, when Jack was born, Jacksdad was envious because Jack received a Crown, but Jacksdad, did not. This infuriated Jackdad, so he place the little boy in a colorful box, and painted him up like a clown. Then he closed the lid, and told the child, if he wanted to eat breakfast he had better jump up and down when the box opened. Thus, Jack began his journey jumping up and down out of a box, terrifying little children all over the world.

But to top off all of these other bizarre antics, the one that I believe will commit Jacksdad to a special room with padded walls is this one. Jacksdad would light a candle, place it on the floor and force Jack to jump over it. He would say, "Jack be nimble...Jack be quick...Jack...jump over the candle stick!" each year on little Jack's Birthday, Jacksdad would raise the candle stick higher and higher, which Jack would have to jump over; if he wanted his Birthday Presents.

Now there are other things that Jacksdad had done that are too lengthy to go into, but in the Kingdom of Nursery Rhymes and Fairy Tales, I attest that these accusations are all true. You may ask how I know these things. Well, the truth of the matter is, that I was kept in the Nursery Kingdom as a prisoner of Peter, Peter the pumpkin eater. He built this elaborate pumpkin house shell and made me eat so much pumpkin pastries that I became very plump.

He claimed that he kept me very well, but how can one be well, when one can not leave the shell, because they are too big to get through the door? That is when I went on a special diet without Peter knowing, as soon as I was smaller, I escaped. Now I am here to plead Jack's case. I do hope you sent Jacksdad back to the Kingdom of Nursery Rhymes and Fairytales. Mother Goose wants a word with him. She is pleased that he is Vegan, at least that is in his favor.

I am happy your pleased

It's not for lack of trying, KiwiMum

Understatement!!!!!!!

Parenthood has a way of developing patience in a person. I'm fine. No harm done here and no offense taken
And I'm sure she knows that inapproriate posts are subject to scrutiny/deletion.

In any situation of extreme stress, having a good sense of humor can determine if one loses their sanity, or is able to salvage it. I had taken note, that the forum was sluggish and tiring, therefore I thought that Jacksdad would be a fun one to play ball with. No harm was, or is ever intended. To be quite honest, I really like the posters here, and the more I come for a visit, the more I feel like having a bit of fun once in a while.

Another note that you mind find of interest. My Mother was diagnosed with Parkinsons. She would shake so badly, and had such mental fatigue, that she hardly had the strength to utter a word. Strangely, when someone could make her laugh, the change in her mental chemistry changed, and she could speak momentarily, and be able to be understood. She always claimed that she felt the exact moment when her brain chemistry changed, to exhibit what is called Parkinson's. It was when she was having several dental procedures done. She said she was reacting badly to the injections or something.

She was one of my many mentors, and taught me many things by the way she attempted to live her life. Always one to desire, and to look for the best in others, she got involved in city politics; serving as Council Member, from the time I was 7 years of age. She was recalled as a council member several terms later, then the same citizens, went on to elect her to the seat as Mayor.

In her words, "No one can get involved in a system that is literally designed for theft and corruption, and come away clean." She made me promise that I would never bend in that direction. She instructed me to get as much personal education that I could, and to use that information to be of assistance to myself, my family and my allies. How fortunate, that I was allowed and encouraged to be the best me possible, for the circumstances that I encounter. To laugh or cry, at the lunacy and take my leave from the atmosphere, when the moment is right.

Hugs for those who have taken the time to interact with the many characters, who make up the whole  of the one; who is me.

quickdraw wrote: U need ur ass kicked

Although donkeys are known for being a bit stubborn at times, I find that mine responds best by a little nudge and a wink of the eye.