Okay, just when you think it can't get any weirder, read the above. Twice. And then come and tell me that there is nothing to worry about at all. Nothing at all. No panic here. Nope.
''We want your medical records,'' she continued, sliding a paper across the table, ''and want you to sign this release.'' She paused. ''You were in the military, you use the V.A. We can get those records.'' They can? So why do they need a release?''I'd like to talk with my attorney first,'' I said. ''May we continue this tomorrow?''
Cruella said, ''Yes, but you'd better come back,'' ominously adding, ''I don't want to have to come looking for you.'' I expected her to continue, ''And your little dog, too.''
My attorney relayed the sobering news that, in a rare First Amendment exception, the simple utterance of a threat against a major presidential candidate can get you five years in prison and a fine -- and what I reportedly said qualified.
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