So we see that Barbara is not really the First Lady, Barbara Barth that is. So are we talking about Barbara Bush then? No, in the context of family complications, this is a reference to Dorothy Barth, the daughter of Uncle Sam, who married that creepy Italian mafiosi trash, Larry Beltramo. So Larry and Dorothy live in San Jose, which could also be classified as a den of thieves depending on how you look at it, because it is like this Larry and Dorothy are always reaching out and contacting us, as if we would ever want to hear from Larry and Dorothy ever again in this lifetime, especially not now after he hired all these mafia dogs to howl and whine all around us, as if there were a law requiring us to sell out to them, as if we ever knew anything about the events of 1950. Obviously Uncle Sam knew plenty because there they are in the diary visiting with Sam after getting out of prison. However, the time is now 2011 and we see in retrospect that the Italian judge was dismissed from the case and not allowed to carry out his cruel Italian mafia vendetta against us and we do not want to hear another word from those mafia dogs. We did not do anything to them, obviously. Why all this bizarre ranting about us wanting the blood money of the mafia? I have no clue what this refers to, some jackpot of Chicago mafia dollars held in limbo or whatever.
Nancy was the daughter of the Italian judge but what would a little girl know about her father's job? Probably nothing much. Did she ever wait tables at her uncles' Italian restaurant? Somehow I doubt that. Which makes this whole thing weird. Nancy is confused, obviously, becuase there is no connection between us and her. We are really not interested in reliving the events of 1950 which ended there because my great-grandfather did not outlive the five-year probation that followed so we cannot really say what else could have happened in his life if he had lived any longer than that or what else might be said about this other than the meager documents that paint a sketchy picture at best. Anyway, what is past is gone and forgotten at least by me never to be thought of again despite the efforts of Larry and Dorothy. If anyone else in the family would know anything about this, it would probably be Uncle Sam's family because obviously the Calkins were not in the loop or at least I was not even born at the time. If someone has documents explaining something else about that, my address is easily available
Yes, in our genealogical ramblings we see that Larry and Dorothy's son, who is Larry's namesake, married a tiny little Asian bimbo, Lori Iwata, but they are divorced now so Larry obviously will never be a minister in the Assemblies of God, which puts Larry in the same low-class category as saucy waitress Joyce Meyer who apparently has no shame about these things. Both Larry and Ken Abrams married little Asian girls, Ken being a roommate or quadmate of my third cousin Chris Gallup who has the scoop on Susie because they all lived in San Diego together, so obviously that's nice but this all has nothing to do with me.
Larry Beltramo, unable to prove his own igorance of the law for some myterious reason, hides behind his important job at a company in San Jose, an executive vice president at an electrical contracting company, Rosendin Electric, while taking cheap shots at me, which I really do not appreciate. Amazing what one can learn on the Internet.
