20150705- 0923. While ironing last week’s dried clothes, I had a thought: Green Hulk smashes, meaning that’s all he can do and say; whereas Blue Beast thinks, meaning he can talk in full sentences.
20150705. 0910. The other day while driving, I hollered aloud, or probably the last time we got in the elevator of Burlington Factory (San Jose, CA): I recall how the elevator God could be called Lord Otis. That old elevator to this day still smells heavy with petroleum.
20150707- 0847. While ironing last weekend’d dried clothes, Dad says: United States of Immigrants. Immigrants United in America.
With that said and as per my incoming thought at 1710 via a blogger’s recent post, instead of the America flag assuming the rainbow stripes for the LGBTQ agenda of the NWO, the new American flag should assume the color and codes of all nations, and that’s the Singularity of concentric circles with rainbow colors radiating outward. The central eyeball may/might be blue for the ocean of people or black to designate the control of blackish to brownish immigrants, or whitish for purity or death, or maybe five for Satanic, six for Judaic, or even an empty chairs or hollow circle for Void. Whatever.
20150704-2311. Yesterday after Friday’s morning mass at OLP, my parents and I skinned, smashed, chopped, and deep fried garlic cloves until finished 1530. We used nice old jars of Wiler’s bullion cubes to stuff with the garlic for porridge garnish.
20150703-2309. We attended noontime mass at OLP and sang “America the Beautiful”.
We attended 1330 prayer, which I lead, starring at 1400, due to the late arrival of the hostile uncle and his second wife: whom I learned was a friend of the first wife, the mother of my cousin Chills; whom enticed my hostile uncle into fornication during the karaoke parties; and whom since fought with him, prompting him to seek shelter with his hippie sister and fat elderly sister! Yup. We’re the last to know and get blamed for shit. And since learning of that shit, Mom and I have nothing to do with them! We tried calling the first wife but she’s not having anything to do with shit.I have her home, cell, and address numbers.
The place of the fat elderly auntie is bad luck because I hit my left hair line upon the pointy corner of the kitchen cabinet. The reptilian uncle Edong inquired and I said because we’re vexed. (During his stories last time, he constantly flicked out his tongue against his teeth like an iguana in emphasis to his confrontational combative behaviour around people whom he suspects as embarrassing him.)
Mom massaged the right knee of daughter Lola Auring, whom. I helped fetched crap for both her and my fat elderly auntie, whose vibes were really negative per Mom. The daughter complained it was painful arthritis. It was muscle spasms. That’s how stupid ignorant people can be. That’s how specially gifted Mom can be. She knew.
Mom didn’t consult with the hostile uncle after: 1. Hearing that fat auntie side her hostile brother; 2. Learning from auntie hippie of how during his growing years, he gave his mother a high blood pressure and caused his father to fire off his gun into the air due to his thuggish behaviour of starting fights with the neighborhood kids. Auntie hippie has nothing to do with him and told Mom that it is up to the second wife to report him to the psychiatrist for threatening her life, for screaming at her, and for being difficult. The second wife complained to Mom a few days earlier about wanting to divorce the hostile uncle and took Mom’s advice.
As a result, Mom’s prayers were answered during the morning mass at OLP because the second wife made the hostile uncle promise to behave! After all, she is paying for his emphysema treatments due to long-term smoking. She can’t lift because a second aneurysm is ready to pop for her bad karma. Sorry, folks. The Lawd Gawd ain’t sleeping!
Later we watched fireworks on television – Macy’s and Capitol Building. Gunshots and fireworks were constant near the four white, vertical, pressurized white tanks starting around 1400 Saturday afternoon. It stopped around midnight. I sensed they were protecting the equipment.
20150703- 2115. Mom was talking on the phone and I overhead her saying: Let them find out. After four decades off trying to set examples to stupid and crazy people and advising them to avoid future problems through preparedness, we’ve learned that fates are destined and punishments are deserving! We could no longer believe the extreme fakery of people! As a result, we could only avoid. So folks, continue to be cordial and polite with the usual mannerisms of proper greetings, farewells, and of thanks, and get the hell out quickly! Be prepared to stab them in the one-eye with the brutal honesty and political in-correctness. They and their who cannot take the truth.
20150703-1008. I heard a VERY slow flying white and red copter with its metallic skeleton exposed around the tail area overhead. It was traveling low directly over our home and headed northbound towards Lawrence Livermore Lab off Flynn Rd. “They” knew about moi long ago. Do NOT doubt me.
20150701- 1731. Here is yet another synchronous event. I was looking outside the front door and noticed that whitish/silvery cheap sedan parked a few feet behind the yellow hydrant. There were at least two dark-haired, whitish guys. One was wearing a a brightly coloured lime vest. The other was wearing a black tank top. Suddenly, a rough-sounding blueish, busted-up sedan rolled past MY stop sign. The whitish girl with long curly brunette hair, tosses out her whitish garbage crap of French fries, which one black crow attempted to fetch but flew away just add quickly.
20150705-1747. Yesterday after morning mass, I checked the tie pressure for the recommended 31psi. Amazingly, the pressures were stabilized. I love my new tires. Dad helped to wipe down my dirty windows with glass cleaner. He wiped the dirty wheels, too. I sponge bathed my car. I wanted to bring it in for a cat wash but Mom said it’s only going to get dirty.
20150705-1750. After coming home from choir practice around 2120 Thursday evening, I saw two tall whitish guys walking. One was walking two whitish toy dogs on leashes. The other was the smoking guy. I sang a hip-hop rhythm with my lyrics of, “The next door is a Cray-Cray”.
Also last Monday during her morning rant, Mom heard her screaming: “I don’t care where you sleep!” It might have been her daughter. Today we didn’t see her attend the same mass schedule of my parents and moi.
To our local bishop, can y’all please cycle out our local pastor? We need a pastor that can handle stupid and crazy people. Must I write a formal letter of complaint and post it on this here, my weblog? Thanks.
Mom and I are sensing that Chuck and Cheese knows that pastor is NOT that great. He acts gay, too. Ugh.
20150705-1708. Mom and I kinda/sorta know who we want as the next 2016 POTUS. During last Friday night, we were watching a televised interview on Fox News about the 2016 agenda, and I got an impression for a vice president, considering America is overruled by a bunch of reptilian oligarchs. Hehe.
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