Nursing Home Worker Accused of Giving 100-Year-Old Man with Dementia a Lap Dance

She sounds like another "dangerous sociopath" they need to put away for life.

She's a saint!

This just sounds overblown. The worst part is that the old guy won't remember getting the lap dance.

Often feminists and their neutered male subordinates go too far. This is one of those cases. Nothing wrong occurred.

This happened a county over from me, around 50 miles away. I'm going to contact her and see if she does OTH. (outside the home) :D

^^^^ I need a home healthcare nurse. It's just one small photo but she looks cute, she definitely has a nice ass!

Now I know what nursing home I'll be moving into.

Was their any hart on attacks lol

The video doesn't seem to show much and I think the charge seems over the top. At the same time I wouldn't want retirement home employees flashing and touching a demented elderly relative.

If the old guy has any conscious thoughts processes left, she made his day. This is just as objectionable as the cute young teachers who duck 17 year old boys. I wish I could be on the jury.

If I make it to 100, that's how I'd want to go. A beer in my hand and a hot young stripper in my lap!!

I'm repeating this story that I copied off the internet because I think it is great:

Posted December 20, 2011 (Last Comment: March 16, 2012)

It began when my crazy friend decided that my dad, Charles, and another friend’s equally ancient father, Al, had been spending too much time nodding off in front of their TV sets. She thought it would be nice to spice up their lives with a birthday celebration that would include an outing to the nearest gentleman's club.

So off we went to Mr. J’s, an unobtrusive-looking Santa Ana bar, on a Sunday afternoon to catch the first show of the day. The timing was perfect, as far as we were concerned. There were the three of us (two daughters and their crazy friend), the two elderly gents and a club empty of everyone except dancers, bartender and bouncer.

The dads rolled into the club, literally: Al sitting in his wheelchair and my dad steering his walker. Everyone looked our way, but if our little oddball parade surprised anyone, they didn’t show it. We noticed some smiles, but the staff was professional, if that’s what one would call it.

The dads took a spin down to the stage, where they parked at the edge waiting for the show to begin. We sat several rows back, unsure what to expect.

Then the lights lowered and dancers began appearing onstage, strutting sexily, snaking around a pole and doing slow strip-teases. The dads weren’t sleepy this afternoon. They were laughing and nudging each other’s arms.

But my crazy friend thought they were missing out on part of the traditional strip club routine. So she pulled some $1 bills out of her wallet, and handed them forward to the dads.

Both put the bills in their pockets.

“No,” she said, “they’re for the girls. Give them to the girls.” They looked at her like she was speaking a foreign language. Two Depression-era guys with a couple of extra dollars that appeared out of the blue? No way would they give them away.

My friend kept on trying. She asked each of them which dancer he liked (both chose Cheyenne) and announced she was buying them each a lap dance. My dad, the birthday boy, would be first. He put aside the walker and stood up, his arms outstretched.

Cheyenne wasn’t sure what was going on. Neither were we. Then my dad stepped in close and began gliding her around the club in a Viennese waltz. He had a grin the size of Texas.

Other parties were held for him that year, including a large family-and-friends gathering. He enjoyed them all. But I never saw that same smile again.

The day after our trip to Mr. J’s, the three of us took Dad out to lunch. “Did you have fun yesterday?” Al’s daughter asked. “I really did,” my dad said. “I don’t quite remember why. But I had a very good time, indeed.”

It would make for a good contest to name the nursing home.

Happy Endings Out With a Bang

Contrast this sad story with a story of another man who hit the Century mark in Australia this past week:

abc.net.au

Mr. Cunningham got his wartime wish- live to 100 and to have 100 girls at his party. Aussies may be down under but they don't have their heads up their collective puritanical asses like we do here.