Hi readers. Here’s an old guy made the front page of the KC Star today. 73 years old, affluent [660,000 in the bank and a paid-for $300,000 home], and some health problems. Messy kinda guy, house full of wiring the county workers couldn’t figure out, Physicist from way back.
Gets himself some health problems, takes a fall or two, and Whoo0pee! This old bastard has money! The County decides he needs a full time guarded environment, someone with county government to handle his finances. Hold him captive and the MO Supreme Court refuses to hear his appeals. The County uses his own finances to fight him in court, sell off his house and all his belongings.
The Saga of John Flentie
Kansas City Star ^| June 28, 2014 | Eric Adler
Posted on Saturday, June 28, 2014 4:08:06 PM by yldstrk
Sunken into the plaid couch of his cinder-block room, John Flentie spends nearly every waking hour obsessed with obtaining his freedom.
“I merely want to go home,” he says.
At 73, the once-affluent Parkville resident is not a criminal inmate, nor is he an enemy combatant. John Flentie, 73, has been under the guardianship and conservatorship of the Office of the Platte County Public Administrator since April 2012.. He has been committed to various nursing homes, including Cedars of Liberty, where he currently resides in a small, cluttered room. Frustrated by the loss of his freedom, Flentie spends his time listening to music, watching movies and trying to undo his guardianship.
John Flentie, 73, has been under the guardianship and conservatorship of the Office of the Platte County Public Administrator since April 2012.. He has been committed to various nursing homes, including Cedars of Liberty, where he currently resides in a small, cluttered room. Frustrated by the loss of his freedom, Flentie spends his time listening to music, watching movies and trying to undo his guardianship.
Instead — to the extreme frustration of Flentie, his lawyer and a cadre of former high school classmates who for two years have been advocating for the release of a friend they insist is as capable and highly intelligent as always — Flentie is a ward of the state of Missouri.
Since April 2012, he has been committed to various nursing homes under the guardianship and conservatorship of the office of the Platte County public administrator, which claims in court proceedings that taking charge of Flentie, his estate and his possessions was and continues to be for his own health and well-being.
(Excerpt) Read more at kansascity.com …
Seems to me we oldsters who are still free ought to be doing some thinking about this. Hell, I hate this guy. He was a CIA man or contractor for them for 30 years. But the fact is, he’s 73 years old and what’s happening to him is merely a demonstration of what can probably happen to any of us.
Probably those of us who still own firearms need to go over there and shoot up the county offices the way Kansans and Missourians used to do back when they didn’t have as much to get pissed off about.
I don’t know what a person ought to do in a case such as this. Probably he made a bad mistake thinking back when he first got involved with them that nothing of that nature could happen to him. Same as I am prone to think about my ownself. And other oldsters probably think about their ownselves.
Well, hells bells, it can happen. And the legal system isn’t there to give them any relief, reassurance, or justice. So do we sit still and wait for the jackboots to kick down the door, or do we raid the Platte County Courthouse and teach the bastards some manners and respect?
Even if the SOB they did it to was a CIA crapwad.
Old Jules
Afterthought: I responded to a comment with this anecdote, but I think it belongs in the main post: I read a few years ago about an old guy somewhere who’d gotten caught up in the beginnings of something of this sort, went on the run in his car with police chasing him until they ran him off the road and he came out of the car shooting. They had to kill him for his own good. J
I’m probably more suspicious about these affairs than most. Back when I was a lot younger my mom and all her brothers and sisters got together and had my Granddad hauled off to the State insane asylum where he spent the remainder of his life. I used to get pleading letters from him to come break him out of there. Cogent letters, though desparate. I was young and early married, destitute. Couldn’t afford to take care of him, or take him in myself. But afterward I often thought I should have anyway. He was the only one of the bunch worth shooting.
My uncle, Ursey, went out to his farm, “Hey Dad, let’s go to town. Get a motel room. Do some shopping for groceries, go to the auction.” He left him napping in that motel room, went and got the Sheriff. Came back and they hauled my granddad off to jail until they could get the county judge to involuntarily send him off to the State Hospital.
I hope each of those bastards – I trust they’re all dead by now, died of something lingering and dreadfully painful. If not, maybe their next lifetimes can be something akin to his during those last few years.
J
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