Damn! This guy knows how to pack a pistol!

I found it while browsing a thread about financial crisis on an open forum discussion.
Addendum on 12/03/2008 at 05:14PM: Pete has that body type, by the way.
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Damn! This guy knows how to pack a pistol!

I found it while browsing a thread about financial crisis on an open forum discussion.
Addendum on 12/03/2008 at 05:14PM: Pete has that body type, by the way.
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You brought this upon yourselves. (A scene between Cash to Jack).
Yeah, so I was watching another two-hour show on ‘ABC Family’. The story is about coming (back) home to a loving family, whereby a Wall Street guy makes a deal with ‘fate’, catches a ‘glimpse’ of a life he would have had with a former lover and ends up going back to his original self. He winds up intercepting her at the airport and manages to get her to talk over a cup of coffee.
Now, I don’t know how these synchronous events are supposed to affect me but I tell y’all — life on either side of the fence is better off with a significant other or at least people to share your affections and love of life. Am I close? Is getting more ‘bang for the bucks’ not entirely the answer to a happier and more productive lifestyle?
Okay, then my final answer is: living life with love! Fine! Then are y’all going to make it happen for moi? Or do I have to go another path just to prove y’all wrong? I don’t care anymore. There were more than enough opportunities to keep my promise(s). And I keep hearing ‘Barry’, like ‘GWB’, spew lies about ‘help is on the way’. If that is true then why am I still here blogging?
Y’all don’t get when I mentioned ‘targets’ in a recent blog entry. It is not the stupid well-paid media spewing the crap about ‘terrorist’. I didn’t know any South Asian Indians are violent. I did read a thread on an open forum discussion how the recent ‘killings’ are really ‘Anglo’. Who are you trying to fool? Y’all can’t keep blaming those ‘head-hunters’. For all I know, compared to them the real ‘terrorists’ are the ‘banksters’!
Anyway, during lunchtime today, my impressions that came forth to my mind to the sounds of gunshots being fired (on cable news programming) was that the ‘puss-heads’ used loudspeakers, you know, the ones used for rock concerts, for broadcasting yet another well-paid effort for fear mongering.
Again, seeing is better than believing and I don’t see these people living or dying. And why do they keep broadcasting ‘Jews’ getting hurt? Are y’all trying to instigate friction between various religious organizations among the race of humans? We know that our homes are not on this planet, which is one of many places we chose to live — just to catch a glimpse of life here. Get it?
So whoever or whatever is capable of coming in and altering the lives of people had better stop messing around with choices that could have been made better off with a bit of diplomacy instead of violence. A glimpse of a better life with love rather than war would have been a better alternative, but I see that if y’all want the hard way then so be it.
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What do they taste like? (An open forum thread about a senior cop asking a rookie).
Okay, so I’m still crying after watching a sad movie about two old people dying together in bed at a nursing home. The old lady went senile and didn’t recognize her family or husband, who stayed by her side and read stories about two lovers. He had hoped that one day she would remember that the stories were about them when they were younger.
Now, whenever someone (real or fictional) starts to cry, I cry. Whenever the movies are about love and romance and something tragic happens, I cry. I swore to avoid these types of movies at all cost and save my tears for funerals. But tonight, I couldn’t hold my composure and had to shed some tears while the twosome joined us for the remaining thirty minutes or so of the movie on ‘ABC Family’.
I wiped away my tears with a paper towel nearby and didn’t care for the scratchiness of the material. Getting up a couple of times and had to blow my nose and wash out my eyes, which didn’t help either as I sat down to cry again at the sad scenes.
Nowadays, I rarely cry in front of people and vowed not to show weakness in front of my family or public for pettiness of life’s dramatic events. This started during my teenage years when ‘he hurt my feelings’. He was a teaser and still is. Whenever the tears flow this bad, it is a very good indicator that my period will start the following morning.
Usually, I get loud and irritable around this time of the month and I still do but not as obvious like some soap operas as dramatized on televised programming. But over the years of self-discipline to overcome the feelings of weakness, I learned to control the flow of tears.
Tear-filled eyes only make the white part of my eyes red. My eyelids would get puffy and the surrounding tissues of my eyes and nose areas get puffy and pink, too. It’s not an attractive sight. The makeup just makes a puffy face, well, puffier.
However puffy one’s visage may appear, crying clears out the sinuses and provides an outlet of emotions. Tears flow due to pain and suffering from loss. I think that is why ‘G-d’ is merciful and allows most of us to forget our ‘past lives’, if any. It’s almost like spiritual amnesia. But the sadness is inherently ever present.
What is truly sad is the definition of a person, who ‘it’ is, why ‘it’ is here and how ‘it’ has become. Photos and videos only capture the moments. Some are cherished others are long forgotten. Memories come and go as they please and eventually fade in time to forever for some, which explains why I don’t bother with scenes past. They will be forgotten and the sentimental value that went along with those will be gone anyway.
That is why I cried tonight. The actors cried at a loss of a loved one, not physically but in memory. This is truly a death when a person no longer remembers ‘itself’ and others. The definition of a person may well be the ability to recall its past both happy and sad. I hate sad stories! It tastes sad! But tears tastes salty.
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‘Them‘: May [Our] God Bless Us All
Jedi: May The Force Be With You
OMG! After watching the three-part series of ‘Star Wars’ on ‘Spike TV’ tonight, I cannot help but wonder how co-incidental this science fiction programming could be based on reality in the making. The shows mention the force as being ‘symbiotic in nature’ and how the Jedi must ‘keep the code’.
Whatever events are unfolding before my veiled eyes in this current lifetime is beyond imagination. If there are indeed ‘knights’ working behind the scene, then so be it. I could only hope whatever war has been created will be finally over and replaced with peace that out of chaos will be order (or a virtual ‘New World Order’.
I too am trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. And all I came up with is nothing. I’m still sitting on the fence. Opinions have been expressed to do the ‘right thing’, to get the job done in spite of personal feelings from fear leading to anger and hatred and not to be miserable but laugh instead.
But it’s no laughing matter when the wind blows everywhere. I don’t know if I should fight back or let go. I don’t know if I should work or not. I don’t know if I should rant or rave. All I know is that lies continue eat away at my pocket book. Resentment fills my soul.
Anyway, since we are over $7.5T in debt, it makes sense that the United States is already communist. We cannot possibly pay-off our debt with China with these stupid bailouts. Bottomline: Noone owes anything. Anything owned must be registered and fees must be paid. Anyone who steps out of line is eliminated.
I guess the ‘Chosen One’ is either already here as symbolically represented by his ‘dark’ skin, a dark force. I wonder why I even bothered watching ‘Star Wars’. Maybe it’s more airtime to promote violent video games related to military activities. Are we short on bodies to fight illegal wars? Maybe this could be a reason.
But noone could be forced to do anything. I know because I am surrounded by younger generations, who are more selfish. People are known to be stubborn in their ways and when opportunity arises they will grab any free hand outs. Then when they can’t get what they want, they turn to violence and death ensues.
Moi: It’s not about me. It’s about everyone.
Maybe ‘Barry’ and his new cabinet (or same old cohorts) will pull through time for all of us. I don’t know if socialism or communism is the ideological answers to the worlds woes created by the old, fearful ‘republic’. But whatever is going to happen, I had better be happy. I didn’t forego eight slong years of financial rape by the likes of them for NOTHING!
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Old soul: I realized that my closest friends are not my relatives.
Well, he should have realized by now how the relatives are only known by name to us and nothing more. Based on my observations as the eldest paternal grandchild, I have been a star witness to how unkindly our relatives have treated us over the years. I have made my notations, too.
This is another reason why I closed my stupid Facebook.com account last week. After one week, only one second cousin added me as a friend. I didn`t recognize her. She didn`t write. She, like her equally ungrateful parents didn`t bother contacting us during a relative`s wedding here in July 2008. She had nothing else to post on her `wall` but complain about being sick with the flu. Stupid.
The other was a first cousin, whose sister is not worth mentioning. Those `in the know` have heard my angered thoughts through time and space. She `fell` for being the worse offender of the cousins. I will never forget the countless times she and her mother operated, including the religious fraud who ensnared my aunt-in-law to pay lots of money for fruitless answers. It was a `chilling` story.
Anyway, I am my only true friend as well as my worse enemy. With my `seventh house` pretty much astrologically empty, my only other `friends` are my bio-units and parakeets. I have learned that `true` friends call, visit and write. My emails are always useless. My chatting sessions are null. My cellphone is bugged and I keep discharging the unit after removing the battery (for security reason, of course).
But recent packages of goodies have been mailed and for these I am grateful. I am also grateful for the opportunity to know ahead of time that `in-laws` suck. I feel the same with the twit when she will assume my surname that she doesn`t deserve. Then again it`s karma. So I guess it will work out. It’s a great brouhaha!
I am grateful for being alive and able to keep the faith, peace and my mouth shut. I don`t know if I should reveal my `real name`, show my `frown face` or expose my `naked soul` to anyone. All I know is that `THEY` kept their promise(s). So I expect y`all to support each other until Inauguration Day (01/20/2009). If nothing else happens, y`all will see my name in the public records — big time.
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Well, nothing is new except the gnashing of my teeth at night from stress over the bewailing of my unfortunate state of affairs, thanks to TPTB. The only thing that hasn’t changed are the synchronous events whenever I drive around town with my parental units.
As mentioned in my previous blogs, agents would pull out of their parked locations. This has happened numerous times that I’ve not bothered making notes on the times and dates of these events. These agents appear as utility workers (like AT&T) or stranded vehicles.
Most of the time these agents would make themselves known: by signaling their intentions to pull into the busy traffic upon my arrival. Other times they are loading up their orange cones into their trucks and either opening the door to the driver’s side of the vehicle and/or entering their vehicle when my point of designation has been reached.
It’s been almost over two years since I’ve been noticing my environment more carefully. And I suspect these agents have been making their rounds during our ‘business-like’ trip to Las Vegas, Nevada from Monday, 11/10/2008 to Wednesday, 11/13/2008.
They would just stand out of the corner of my peripheral vision, looking in my direction; while we were gambling in the god-forsaken, smoke-filled areas of the casino. I’m not being paranoid but could ‘sense’ these plain-clothed ‘persons’ blending in with the visitors at the MGM Grand Hotel where we booked our two-nights stay.
The only new thing that I’ve noticed is ‘pock-marks’ on the face twit at the foyer. This was on the day the twosome came over to argue about the cake. I will also mention that she kept rubbing her ‘third-eye’ while hiding behind the curtain of the hospital and her left eye during a concert in September 2008.
Noone will believe what I ‘see’ but that is for my favorite ‘team’ players to know. Anything that I know is also their knowledge. They already have their ‘targets’ and so far the fear mongers keep asking for free hand outs from the poor, hard working, tax paying Americans.
So whatever is happening in my immediate surroundings, I don’t know. All I could do is laugh out loud, knowing I have the answers to make them REPAY! But who cares? I know bailing out lousy losers is foolish. It says so in the ‘Bible’: To owe noone.
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I hate bailouts! I hate taxation, too. Earlier this morning we listened to Rush Limbaugh on our local radio station (560 AM) and heard him cheer and clap after each bailout: ‘Yeah’! How blind are the people? Don’t they know that their descendants will end up footing the bill for the mistakes and failures of these ‘thugs’?
Anyway, ‘they’ continue to play the role of fear monger. I know! Because, for example, when ‘they’ are strapped for cash, they create some sort of unknown urgency or elusive emergency. ‘They’ create false hope of REPAYMENT, too. After receiving their free money from investors (like moi), ‘they’ continue to fool others like moi!
Their actions should be taken as fraud at the highest level. Their very words are poison to the bottomless pit of my stomach — the aftertaste of sweetest once upon the tip of my wagging tongue. Their deeds are distasteful for delaying any plan for improvement to their products and services.
If I see anymore bailouts, y’all have sold our children as slave to the merciless masters. While chewing on my dinner last night, my impression from this latest bailout scam was that ‘they’ are using the automakers as a smokescreen to funnel the extra $25 billion bailout to some sort of military-related activity (i.e. a stargate).
All I could access from the situation is that there is little mention of the Asian community, like China, Japan and the Pacific islands in mainstream media. I am going to point out that China is investing in the African nations. So besides Nigeria, that makes China also my debtor. Y’all owe me: You know it. Either you have the proof of my hard work or you worshippers are bowing down to the Lord of Lies, ‘Satan’.
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Quickly, which direction is the naked girl spinning?

Long ago, I came across this test on ‘The Brain’, which shows a silhouette of a female spinning around with one leg above the floor. When I clicked on the most recent article to the WW site, I saw the female spinning around in a clockwise direction each and every time.
Below is a list showing the differences between the right and left hemisphere of the brain for thinking:
Left Brain
Logical
Sequential
Rational
Analytical
Objective
Looks at parts
Right Brain
Random
Intuitive
Holistic
Synthesizing
Subjective
Looks at wholes
It took me only a few minutes to switch her back and forth. So I guess I could be using both brains when I really concentrate but mostly the RIGHT side, which is always CORRECT, wins and therefore that makes everyone else WRONG (compared to me, of course). It’s a great brouhaha!
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Been sick and tired the past few days,
Two days for Old Maw in hospital ways.
Allergic reaction, heart felt too.
Nothing but sniffling, I love you.
Angel Josie and her figurine
A note of get well, a happy scene
Unlike the twit and turd so afar
Ignore the in-laws, their faking scar.
Been sick and tired the past few days,
Waiting for nothing but vile banker ways.
Hating fat man Pete and his cronies swoon
Dark-skinned pirates to oil-based tune.
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As it stands, no word from ‘Pete’.
‘Oh, the Banjo’ and the burning ‘Bush’!
I no longer stand but fall on hard times.
I cannot get through to EDD.
The lines are always busy.
I no longer stand but fall on hard times.
I cannot find temporary job.
‘One Apple’ took a bite out of me.
I no longer stand but fall on hard times.
The collection agencies call.
The BANKERS will not REPAY moi from now until 01/20/2009.
I no longer stand but fall on hard times.
I hate you Pete! WTF!???
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With a STROKE of her sword, the ‘Gignat’ fell
From grace of migranes and seizure spell!
Swollen right eye, a lawyer’s stress
No more frolicking in her yellow dress
Gone are the days of being on top
I made my list and have not forgot!
Remember sticking your butt in my face?
I’ve sent my messages through time and space.
She had to fall for her mother ‘Glogre’ sins
Grandpa’s knife and complaining kins
Disowned mother was sent far away!
Fake hugs and kisses, angels astray.
Shall I tell the world of your offense?
For sitting on sharpened, wooden fence?
That was a WARNING! Stop bragging on top!
I’m watching closely as a hidden ‘cop’.
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What they did to the stockholders of Enron is what they are doing to moi. What they did to countless other ‘investors’ is what they are doing to moi. What they will continue to do is keep fooling everyone into believing that these bailouts will save our nation.
What they will really do is continue their fear mongering by creating a false sense of insecurity for losses of jobs. Good! What’s especially unnerving, for example, is having my Ford Mustang stop in the middle of nowhere. If only the technology for hovercrafts is made available, we would not have to worry about maintenance or repair costs. We won’t have to depend on oil and gas to power our automobiles, too.
Anyway, the auto industry needs to retool its factories in order to stay competitive. This means the installation of robots in place of old timers who need to learn how to work with computers. Robots are precise. Humans are deadweights and imperfect. I don’t want to buy another car that falls apart!
Symbolically, democracy in America is already dead just like the funeral clothes worn by the first family — all black and red. It was a scary sight. The younger girl wore all black. It was sad. The wife looked like a black widow [spider]. Get it?
The voters wanted the president-elect Barack HUSSEIN Obama in response to their frustrations to eight slong years under the ‘GWB’ regime. But in effect the American taxpayers have dug themselves into a bigger hole, which means more dirt based on fiat money and empty air created by credit. I’m still waiting for my free hand outs, by the way. But the lines are busy.
What the Americans got was another ‘thug’ — big time. What they will do is save their own kinds — their ‘thugs’ in the form of unions (ACLU, et al), for example. These ‘thugs’ come in all colors but mostly (based on the nabobs via the airwaves that I’ve been hearing recently, mind y’all) are Arabs, Muslims and yes Africans. I lumped these goons together!
They are in cahoots with each other! They include the vile faces of ‘Sadmaan Insane’ (who may well still be alive), ‘MoreMar CadTaffy’ and more misogynistic characters. But noone wants to see the truth. Noone wants to hear the nabobs via the airways, either, spewing what mainstream media is told not to reveal.
Anyway, what they have done is raped the American taxpayers into submission. They will never REPAY what they have reaped from moi, either. They will not REPAY what they have kept to themselves for over eight slong years. They will, however, make each generation slaves.
‘They’ installed ‘GWB’ to set up this political antagonism against the Retoidlican Party when in fact the Demoncratic Party made a bigger mess with the mortgage-meltdown. (I know something about this area. It stinks, really. But they know what they are doing. It’s funny.)
‘They’ are guilty by ‘bad associations’, just like Barack HUSSEIN Obama is with his shady past with terrorist-like characters and now every scarier cabinet member. So don’t expect me to be quiet and cooperative with your greedy, gay butts as I idly sit in front of this damn computer and let my descendants pay for your failures.
I’m sorry but if y’all want me to drag you slime balls to the ‘courts’, then that was your doing. My patience wore thin. You keep lying to moi. Nothing of value now could REPAY eight slong years of lies.
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