Obama speech started and then Maw announced her blood sugar level was 144! That’s a recognizable code! We finished saying prayers to The Sacred Twin Hearts (2nd night). I was visualizing both the mother and son, Con and Ment. Bahaha! It’s the least I could do to unite these troubled toids. Last evening/tonight, Maw cried during the song: “Oh Sacred Heart, O Love Divine”.
I noticed during Saturday mass the emotional response of the Boss through the veins popping out of his forehead before the start of mass: I had my “blond ambition” highlights on my hair done earlier that morning. He came back from the Art & Wine Festival in Mtn. V (a Roman numerical value of five. I didn’t want to spell out the city, of course. Bahaha!); and after the cantor (in which too much vibrato drowned out the words.)
Oh, back to the speech. The old soul let out a chuckle at 1809 and 1811 and 1812 “constructive thoughts”. Something about “flip-flopping” and other stuff. The usual heckler is not listening. She won’t stop talking and eating snacks. Obama is reversing again. Of course, there can be no way to predict the outcome with any diplomatic path 1813 via France, UK, Russia, China. 1814, old soul: “Assad will still be in power.” 1815, “No! We won’t watch those damn videos! They are used to killing each other for thousands of year! Leave them/Syria alone!”
1817. End of speech. Wise cracker: “Baloney! They beat/stone to death their own family. For them they are happy to be a matyr so they’ll get virgins!”
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