Timelines intertwine, cross paths and disappear like contrails behind cloudcove throughout Janet Phelan's transit from hunter to hunted and back. Phelan began seriously investigating one of the biggest congames you've never heard of after her own mother died under questionable conditions. And the conservator racket opened it fuckarama of money and mystery. In this occluded netherworld anyone - not limited to the elderly althought they are most ofyten the targets - anyone at all can be declared "incompetant" for virtually any reason or no reason. (Thank you, DSM - Diagnostic and Statistical Manuel of Mental Disorder - IV). But for the sake of argument, let's just observe that there is simply no profit in The Poor. The well-off however can be officially classified as incompetant and unable to manage their affairs, which are then turned over to a conservator... Melodie Scott, in this case but there are hundreds more like her out there, the predators in the psychiatric cesspool. the Ms. Scott then works with an equally bent, cocksucker judge - for a generous cut of the take, of course. And meanwhile the individual in question is warehoused... if they are still alive; or not if the hospital is also involved. Don't believe it? Follow the threads that begin below:
'Happy Birthday, Agent Smith', by Janet Phelan
The Probate Murders by Janet C. Phelan ( [email protected] ) From The American's Bulletin, More Questions Surface on Melodie Scott Cases, Janet Phelan, parentadvocates.org, or www.barbarahartwellvscia.blogspot.com
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