OMG! I’ve failed! I cannot stop entering my date-time stamp into the post title of each weblog. We’re watching Trump speaking at the House Chambers.
Anyway, I don’t like how y’all are using the poor, disabled, and other losers of the lower class as your platform. I see that cybernetics technology will assist those whose bio-units have failed. This would be an area for technocratics to invest.
In order to enrich the minds, y’all gotta learn ‘primitive technology’ – a challenge for those glued to their computers. Step away. Your souls need to grow under the sun.
For example, I’ve learn to strengthen my fat ass away from the computer and outdoors – gardening and tidying, especially assisting Dad and the fence guy. My goal is to help speed up the guy to finish by picking up the tedious easy stuff – gathering the used bags of quick-set cement and sweeping broken cement, gravel, and dust.
Dad and Mom killed yet another tree by lopping off its beautiful canopy because they didn’t want the branches to touch their new fence – a bunch of dead trees milled to size. I think they are demons. No one would chop off that much in a young tree. I’m really sick of living with them, sometimes.
I’ve learned from the Carl B, the local LEO, and others to IGNORE. When Lolita was having her harsh potty mouth of loudness, she ranted that everyone told her to IGNORE. I believe these ‘helpers’ are giving us the same data. I wish these losers karma for NOT helping her move outta the house. The property owner(s) are liable for incidences created by her troubled mind.
Oh, and after 1400 Sunday mass, after shopping at DeCA and Costco, we saw Lolita pacing up and down our shared chainlink fence. I saw that she checked her mailbox ON A SUNDAY! USPS does NOT deliver mail on SUNDAYS! That’s how crazy she is! People move her out! Anyway, I saw she was holding the sides of her crazy head and shaking her black hair of skunk design (whitish down the middle part). When we pulled up Dad wanted to check his mailbox. Mom hollered that it’s Sunday. I think Dad is cray, too. We took awhile to close the garage door because of his poor decision. We came home late after her stalking with an accompaniment of a short-haired Filipino woman.
And so I have other rants. Unfortunately, I have lots to complain while stuck on this hellish planet! Onward! Oh I praying for Trump and I’ve been using and boosting dork’s prayer to the Father.
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