Here are my boring notes of spooky encounters with bragging psychotics, courtesy of the Satanic “network” and pals.
1041. We came home from tonight’s Easter Virgil. Father Mike was thorough from the candle/procession to the baptism/confirmations and the Eucharist. To my left sat a Filipino family of four (with the fifth one in front of me). The kid next to me was restless but it was okay.
I coughed and yawned in a traditional Asian way to “show respect” of the event and kept my gaze downward to further emphasize the “superstition”. The Asian guy behind me coughed in response and an old Asian lady sneezed. Oh! And two days ago, I made someone behind me sneeze loudly. The day before that, also made Leo sneeze loudly, too!
Oh! The responsorial singers (two Viets — first the female and then the male) sang VERY nicely and clearly. The older members, except a VERY elderly old lady who sang soprano VERY well, were weak. Sorry.
Oh! And the priests whacked all of us (except the choir because of the electronics) with holy water dipped in greenery. It’s was so cool to have some splashings upon my person and on our “daily companion”.
I sang loud enough through my hearing aid and do sound like a soprano, if given a chance, maybe when I get older. That’s my calling — opera singing. Can you believe it? If only Pete and pals don’t forget me, I want to invest in my voice. Weee!
Alas, no one will ever know. And as per Maw, I have a voice of an angel when Father Mike and I sang together: song number six from page twenty of the missilet during Tuesday morning’s reading of the Liturgy of the Hours (www.ebreviary.com). Maw said people around me were looking but I was concentrating on keeping pace and in tune with Father Mike to notice. No one else could read the notes and all the five verses at the same time. Hehe! Hehe! Hehe!
~1900. After opening up the garage door for a good ten minutes or so, we left the house for tonight’s Easter Virgil. I noticed that the one-eyed monster was dressed in his white overalls and wore a white cap. Their garage door was wide open too. Maw and Paw got mad at me for trying to temporarily hook an hand-knitted, acrylic hat to the side visor. They wanted me to face them/my fears. At the stop sign heading northbound on MY long stretch of road, two suspicious looking vehicles were parked on the RUE facing west. One was a long, white boat, which headed southbound on MY long stretch of road. A tall black guy was fumbling with his keys to open his long, white boat. I paused longer than three seconds at the stop sign and pretended to adjust my rear view mirror to “eye” for any signs of the divorced nutter and pals but saw no sign of him. The black guy’s long, white boat was darkly tinted. One could assume those are my boys or the divorced nutter’s alleged investigator friends. What fools you are to mess with the “network”!
1819. While eating dinner and hearing the televised news programing on cable about transgendered contestants, I had a thought about how society is being destroyed by making the “gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender” group more “mainstream”. Notice how the Trump card was making a deal with the “network” by allowing a transgendered contestant to participate in the “Miss Universe” pageant. While confused/lost/indwelling spirit truly believes and wants change, the human form is NOT designed for same sex appreciation and can NOT be forced with unrefined cosmetic technology to look and function fully as intended. But since the depopulation agenda is in full swing, no one seems to care if these psychotics get away with murder of others via laws meant to abort fetuses and to provide contraceptives.
1429. After shopping at the Dollar Store near Lucky’s (after checking out the one near the ex-Mervyn’s store), my car’s dashboard showed 72,444 (odometer) and 155.0 (speedometer). Again, the numerical values of double to triple digits would appear several times daily and without fail.
1342. Zenny, the rich woman, had five children from a previous marriage, sold all her lines of jewelry and married a Muslim guy, whom we saw during Holy Thursday. He wore a over-the-shoulder, black bag, which probably contained all the precious jewelry. Zenny’s mother-in-law was the wealthy one. So, technically, she got to where she is from the Muslims..
1337. During lunch, Maw shared how she and her siblings were told NOT to run, play, scream, yell or take showers during Holy Saturday. Frank also told of similar stories of his Lola telling the children to sit quietly in the corner until/after Easter/Resurrection.
0920. The dashboard to the MB E430 read 426,6 (speedometer) and 42,456 (odometer). Again, there are double-digit numbers. Not that it means anything but it’s all there.
0920. We finished talking with the psycho Frank C., the master-mind of the Couple for Christ. He too wouldn’t stop bragging about his rented house in the Philippines and how his son, who met his wife overseas, handles the affairs of the place. His speak, like psycho Claire T., is rapid fire. Maw didn’t like his stories from how his son called at two in the morning from a typhoon back home and how he saw a house floating by; how people of a town had to rescue downstream someone swept away by fast-moving, river water down; how his mother-in-law refuses to live free with them (maybe because he joked that she might have a boyfriend); how he got diabetes of over 200 and one time below 100 and hasn’t been eating rice but salad for five weeks now (for all we know he probably didn’t fast during the blood work); and other rapid fire crap.
Once again, those who won’t shut up about bragging are insane. We are NOT impressed. So please get the f^ck away from us because we were freezing in the morning air and our baked bread got cold as a result!
Addendum: I don’t blame Mr. “Binh” for avoiding people who brag, such as Gloria, who ALWAYS sits near the aisle of the choir section of the front-most pew facing east. She bragged about living in a “castle” in the hill with her white husband and drives an expensive Lexus SUV. I don’t blame him for not attending functions in the church. He is correct about psychos attending mass, which is an elaborate gathering place for the spiritually insane, much like the meat market at a workout gym. You know who you are, pussheads!
0907. The receipt to our purchase of Easter lilly flowers (two small and one large) and a baked bread came out to $21.44. Notice the double digit number, 144 a Biblical reference.
0830. We sang “The Divine Mercy” Chaplet/Novena with Juliette, the soprano, and psycho white lady who ALWAYS wears a strange aqua-colored veil/clothing. That repilitian ALWAYS wears dark shades inside the parish, a dimly lit place. How many creeps are crawling on this hellish planet, huh?
0800. The lesbian-like psycho, Gloria (Carlos’ wife) scooted in front of me from the FAR right pew past an old Asian guy sitting there and all the way to the left side of the pew where I sat. She greeted me first and then Maw who stood up from my left. If she is smart, she should have went to the center aisle and greet Maw instead of going in front of people. Gloria is too hyper and won’t stop touching people. A few days ago, I stared at her during the Sedar dinner. She was about to touch Mr. “Binh” to her left but she looked at me, stopped short of touching the old fart and she folded her arms together in front of her chest.
0755. Cecil came over to greet Maw, who is the friendlier bloodline than Paw and me.
0750. Usually I “cause to bear” people to drop things when I look at them directly, whether or not they are aware of my stare. (Hey! I rhyme here!)
0736. The dashboard to the MB E430 was 425.5 (speedometer) and 42,455 (odometer).
~0100. Blacker donuts made just north of original donuts on MY long stretch of road by stupid full-moon, worshiping Asians who have nothing else to do with their sorry lives except drive old cars. Shameful.
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Addendum: If you see/read my rants via this primary WordPress.com weblog and/or the deactivated Facebook.com where my ungrateful, neurotic relatives lurk to take ONE piece of a data and manufacture an elaborate condemnation with their deceitful lies of the innocent, those VERY rants are MY THOUGHTS, not Paw, not Maw! And to the trolls thinking that I am Maw, you are freaks! Her first name has ten letters; while mine has seven. You stupid idiots are confusing her data with mine! And stop sending her credit card applications, damn bastards! Get with the program, dummies!
And to Mr. “Binh”: Prior to the start of the Sedar dinner, you briefly mentioned about the coverings that men would wear over their lower area. Paw doesn’t know anything about “aprons”, you moron! I’m the one throwing out pieces of data, you wannabe! And to the rest of your stupid trolls, stop approaching Maw and Paw about joining your crap. They just wanted to pray and meet acquaintances, not befriend y’all and know your crap! God! What’s with you people? Paw and I are too quiet for socializing. It’s Maw who is VERY personable. And I will whack your heads if you mess with her too much. Sheesh!
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