Gov’t Boards Up Man In Foreclosed House
– Bring On National Health Care! –
Ted Poetsch lived in the same house for 53 years.
Somehow, the house still wasn’t paid off but FNMA thought it would be a great collateral for a loan. That’s where the fun begins.
After failing to make payments on the house in order to pay off credit card debts, Ted was notified by the city of Minneapolis that the government was foreclosing and evicting him from the house.
The motto of Minneapolis is “En Avant!” which means “Forward!” in French. Ted apparently doesn’t speak French so when the city went forward! with plans to evict him and showed up at his doorstep, he was still in the house.
The city inspector gave Poetsch one hour to collect his belongings and leave.
The inspector, as it turns out, understood French but couldn’t tell time and ended up boarding Poetsch and his cat inside the foreclosed dwelling.
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to put the government in charge of the entire medical system. They’ll probably sew Poetsch’s cat up inside my grandmother.
There’s plenty of idiocy to go around in this story.
The guy in the house had months to pack stuff up and get ready to leave but hadn’t even put together a shaving kit when they came to evict him.
Perhaps he was holding out for a judicial ruling that, like thousands of other deadbeats, he wouldn’t have to pay off money he borrowed on his house.
But when you show back up at the house to get your stuff, the least you can do is bring some boxes or a suitcase or something.
While we’re at it, let’s not let the clear-thinking city employees off the hook. The lady from the government explains the city doesn’t want people living in a house where “nobody’s responsible for the maintenance.”
I could be wrong, but if the choice between who might do some minor home repairs comes down to a guy who lived in a house for 53 years versus a crackhead, I think I’m going to give the dude that grew up there a shot.
There’s not a single person in this story who’s capable of thinking more than five seconds into the future.
When you’re boarded up in your house for a couple of hours, it probably should occur to you at some point that when you leave you might want to take your checkbook … if only to pay for your claustrophobia therapy.
And if you’re the city, you might want to retain a good defense lawyer before you decide to re-enact a Wes Craven movie and board a guy up in his house.
We may not be witnessing the end of common sense, but you can sure as hell glimpse it from Penn Avenue in Minneapolis.
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In Minneapolis, no one can hear you (or your cat) scream…
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