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Commentary by Brent Kellogg

January 7, 2010

Have you noticed that whenever Katherine Chancellor rubs elbows with the lower class those people are always trailer park rift-raft? Even the newest Mr. Chancellor, Murphy, came from the wrong side of the tracks and just before Christmas the old lady told the old-timer that he's practically living on borrowed time so he better enjoy being around rich people while he can. Then there was when Katherine wandered the streets before falling into a homeless shelter and what a coincidence that she'd run into her granddaughter, Mac Browning and what a terrible thing Mac did to her own mother, Amanda Hunnicutt and yet to this day Mac presents herself as an answer to humanity's need to be saved with all the barfing about Darfur which Mac did as recently as this week when she told Billy Abbott about all the sick babies she saw in Darfur. That was followed by Charlotte Ramsey, the falling down drunk who Katherine coerced into getting rid of baby she didn't want.

It must have been thanks to PI Paul Williams that Katherine knew her long-lost daughter, JoAnn Clover, is living in South Dakota. Problem is, she jumped the gun and took off in a Chancellor Industries private jet before Williams had given her information she may have been interested in. For example, JoAnn served time in a federal prison for extortion and money laundering and has a criminal rap sheet almost as long as Kevin Fisher's. Like Victor Newman, JoAnn was raised in an orphanage and according to Katherine is married with four kids. The old woman may have wished JoAnn was somewhat middle-class, but her ilk never are. They're like Marge and the motley diner crew, with their foul language, rotting teeth and Walmart wardrobes. They are the Chloe Abbott's and Brittany Hodges Marsio's with their multiple marriages and oops, shouldn't have had those babies because the daddy was either tricked into having sex, or in the end didn't want the kid or the mother. There was too Larry 'Wartman' Warton and the pink-panty-wearing boy toy faux daughter Jill Abbott dragged home and who will forget how low Larry was that the best job he could get at Jabot Cosmetics was cleaning toilets and gum off the lobby floor.

Pistol-packing JoAnn is no different. Filled with bad attitude, JoAnn demeaned both Katherine and Jill, two potential clients reeking of money. You see, JoAnn is a bounty hunter. She claims to be better than TV bounty hunter, Dog, but look at the dump she works out of with it's dirty chairs, dead potted plant and the business name says it all. JoJo's. Like an obese French fry, JoJo's is greasier than the diner where Katherine slummed during her lost memory daze. Her mouth dripping with vile, JoAnn hacked at the rich women, "Park it", as in sit your fat asses down, say what you got to say and make it snappy. But lo and behold, when Katherine uttered the name JoAnn Clover, the crusty bitch pulled out her pistol. It's a freaking wonder she didn't caress it and suck on it like a fake phallus except by this time Katherine's last two functioning brain cells sparked. Is JoAnn a bounty hunter, she actually asked because looking around the dump it did look somewhat like an investment bank. Ah, but it was Katherine, who JoAnn said was acting snotty and the tension so thick she broke the ice by asking Katherine, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

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