Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
12/27/2011 20:19. While trying to dry the dishes, Maw wouldn’t stop her criticism. I had an imagery of Jesus and his mother: “Why do you trouble me woman?” The Biblical scene was at a wedding in which his mother wanted Jesus to turn water into wine, which was fast running/ran out. In a humorous book on this subject, the author suggested that the wine-keeper was drunk and verified that the “water” tasted like wine. I snickered to myself as I imagined that Jesus pissed into a barrel of water and turned that liquid into wine, with his left hand raised over the container in blessing, of course.
12/27/2011 19:28. After dinner, I had a thought. To further reduce the population, you’d have to make the economy so bad that people won’t want babies. Regardless of the laws enacted to promote “pro-life” agendas, the “black market” will take care of the “needy” who have no access to birth controls and other methods of abortions and such. The thought was prompted due to the fact that couples are engaged/living together/married for convenience to “live the American dream” of owning their own “house” and without children! So what’s the point of making children in this economy?
12/27/2011 19:23. While watching a news programming on the television during dinner, the segment was about “eugenics”. For around seventy years until 1970, certain people were sterilized for unfavorable traits, such as the fuglies and other medical/mental/physical deficiencies. These people are still waiting for their “repriation money”. Maw and I agreed that eugenics is ideal to cull the population of those who do nothing by make society weaker.
12/27/2011 14:48. The boy came over at around noon time during his job. He showed off his new shoes, which feels like slippers because it bends in the middle. Of course, after he helped us packed the “regular-sized” balikbayan box and a “junior-sized” box, Maws scolded him with gusto. This time, he had appeared to calm down and listen well because Maw told him she felt/sensed something was wrong. It had to do with the twit hurting the feelings of her in-laws. He was empowered to discuss the ongoing situation in are relaxed and easy-going way with the twit and in the hopes of reconciling her dam cultural mind-set with ours.
During the discussion of why they left the poor flowers and card at the “front door” on Maw’s birthday, he mentioned hearing a loud sound from inside the garage and thought that maybe the “spirits” didn’t want this couple to be together. This was after they noticed that the blinds were closed and no one answered the door bell. I mentioned that I would sense a presence behind me to the right (or perhaps that it was a precursor to a mini-stroke, I don’t know) after he sensed/not liking this/our house because it could have been built on burial grounds.
12/27/2011 13:34. The boy shared some YouTube video of a “shiro-neko” in which vegetables and fruits were placed in front of the cats’ paws. They had their eyes closed most of the time and they didn’t move much either.
12/27/2011 08:42. The MB E430’s dashboard read 41473 (odometer) and 444.4 (speedometer). We had come home from this morning’s mass. While trying to exit the lobby, I could hear the VERY ugly, dark-skinned usher, Carlos, coughing loudly. I mentioned aloud that if the loser wanted attention, he could jump off the cliff and we’d be looking down with smiles on our faces while he plunged to his death.
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