Two Giant US Pension Funds Admit There’s A Big Problem https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-07-24/two-giant-us-pension-funds-admit-theres-big-problem
“CalPERS is the largest public pension in the US.”
Yup, I’m wondering how TF stuff gets paid – warrants?
http://messiahmews.blogspot.com/2018/07/friends-of-don-croft.html
So I was clicking and reading comments by his ‘friends’.
Once again, bon voyage! Please send my regards to God. Heaven is a much happier and blessed place than his hellish planet. No offense, God, please!
Anyway, first I had a subtle thought about DC and her.
Second, I had another subtle thought about:
“those which would harm your travels”
My thoughts from many years ago had something to do with his plane crash. Sheesh.
Third, I had another subtle thought regarding fund raising, which manifested.
Fourth, I had creepy feeling regarding:
“I’m at a loss but will boost[…]”
After what I read in one of many ‘pending approval’ comments, I wonder if someone decided to ‘pull the plug’. This is in regards to item number three. Yup.
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“psychological projection of their own Big Lies onto Trump”
“corporeal rebuke”
“Trump’s hyperbole”
Yup, that’s why we (sans Dad) voted for Mister POTUS Trump.
I kinda sorta requested the short-circuit of the mainstream ad nauseous news media outlets. It’s hilarious to observe their meltdown and the difficulty of trying to cover-up or escape the truth.
While stuck on this hellish planet, I guess that’s why we’re always practicing to be perfect, much like the medical profession – always butchering, err, drugging, err, ‘practicing’ on the hapless victim, err, helpless patients.
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I disagree with the part about falling in love the “first and only” about the link. Bah!
First, I don’t mind tattoos. Lots of Tongan folks wear tattoos are part of their cultural identity. I wanted a tattoo. My cousin doesn’t like tattoos. So whatever. As always, the percentage or statistics of probability has been conservatively 50-50 or resulting in fifty percent of the time. Do or don’t.
Second, I and many are NOT debt-free. I am forever in debt with my parents. See? It’s a good deal for me. Mortgage payments is one big ding. Schooling is for the wealthy. The Bible says somewhere about don’t pay someone else’s debt.
Third, I don’t understand what the big deal with virgins when they eventually become harpies and tainted with the reality of marriage life’s like everyone. I’ve seen old timers bicker. I don’t like that. It’s annoying. But humanz seem to call such bickerings as ‘life’.
Oh, come on! I’ve heard some good stuff come outta second and whatever marriages.
My uncle had nowhere to go and ended up with a religious woman who ‘converted’ him to behave – no smoking, though still has the impulse to drink and gamble.
She thinks he is her ‘soul mate’. Yeah, right – she was abused by her first husband who did drugs. So she and others may have PTSD that may have affected their decisions in ‘life’.
I don’t believe in ‘common law’ marriages as that just forces the lovely, err, loving couple into an unrealistic registration stuff to the state.
I believe in a committed long-term relationship, NOT an open, sexual one that pollutes the couple’s energy signatures but one that fosters a healthy, happy no nonsense kind.
Never mind. I writing crap. The Bible says that Jesus kinda sorta didn’t answer an inquiry about marriage. Brouhaha.
On or about 1530 this afternoon and while the three of us were passed out after eating lunch, Mom awoke and started weeping.
She saw angels in the bathroom. The same place where she did a slow motion fall forward – ever so slightly hitting her top right skull against the rounded safety hand rails – and on her watch.
They said to her that everything is gonna be fine.
Then she got pissed at us and refused to recount the details of her dream vision.
Dad and I wouldn’t stop asking questions. Her speech was slurred a bit as she came outta her power nap.
She has been having power naps since 7/5/18, the first day here at the SNF.
After her weeping about stuff, we helped her transfer from the bed to a plastic folding chair, so she can see the squirrels and birds. I saw two morning pigeon doves, a couple.
Then I offered to curl her hair in pink plastic rollers and use to hair dryer with my white extension cord meant for the Apple computer devices.
Then I helped feed her dinner of turkey sandwich with cream and Dad and I vacuumed the rest.
Then she got her IV antibiotics. She’s resting comfortably again. Dad helps tremendously. Alone, I’m already injuring myself with the heavy women. Numbness in both hands and wrists. Sheesh.
Don Croft, dear friend of 2 decades, has passed away http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/don-croft-dear-friend-of-2-decades-has.html
I know. I had a ‘subtle’ VERY brief thought about him a few days ago.
My thoughts and prayers are with him and his family and/or Carol.
Enjoyed the DC products (i.e. black box thingy with two now corroded (greenish) pennies, way back then, too. (Need a ‘spare’ replacement, by the way.)
Dear Lawd Gawd,
Once again, please forgive unto moi and my rants. I am always realizing (or rather) accepting that every thing that could possibly happen to me is perfected.
For example, I detested the heatwave and being stuck in Mom’s warm and stuff room. But on the flip side (as you will be done 99% of the time that we are sleep walking), I rationalized that the heatwave helped me swear out my edema!
By gosh and by golly, and after taking a few diuretic pills, my cankles are NOT noticeably swollen, as I’ve reduce my water intake, meaning I was drowning my cells ahead of excretion. I think my kidneys were hurting due to lower back pain behind the rib cage.
Yeah so bless you for the cooler temperature today. Under the shade is cool. But to step into direct sunlight is both intense and HOT!
I find the blessings of suntan on my forearms, deriving Vitamin D3, whatever, also.
Now I’m gonna pass out after eating an Abbott Hobbit by Erik’s DeliCafe. Dad and I are surviving on sandwiches both lunch and dinner. For me, it’s a good deal.
Also, last night and without fail, and maybe noticeably so when I use Google Maps to trace, err, record my driving travels, there is a bridge with computer – controlled lighting that seem to turn off or on upon my arrival. I kid y’all NOT!
It’s 1447 pm and it’s time for my nap. I’ve elevated conveniently my legs upon Mom’s raised foort bed area.
FB…
Dear diary,
I only have a few minutes to push out this rant before the bitch dictates her wishes. Y’all see, she’s the kind of bitch that would piss in her diapers and crap in her pants so that caregivers are given a hard time to clean up after her crap.
I wonder how God would greet this bitch. Here its 1146 and she’s making noisy complaint that I’m not listening.
FB
https://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2018/07/still-believe-clouds-are-just-moisture.html
Resounding words: Humble thy selves unto the Lord. (It can be irritating to hear the bemoanings of senior citizens at this facility. Humble yourselves!)
Extra unnecessary stuff: Trying to wind down after using box cutter to cut up cardboards and boxes and more cleaning up. Should be headed off to ‘hard work’ early in the morning if brain isn’t asleep 99%.
(By the way, while driving for some slong years, I could see nice brownish leftover chemtrails, not directly, but slightly off my field of ‘vision’. I would take a few glances directly but nothing appears. Weird.
Also en route back to the SNF, I saw three vertical smokey things, creatures, entities, whatever – travel, march slowly from right to left. They were coming from a brush fire off the Interstate Scenic Route. The fire was nice and orangey as the straw-colored grass burned. The licks were going into the rightmost lane. It must have been really dry yesterday.)
http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/fake-forces-push-fake-space-centripetal.html
For doing whatever, like nothing, I recall getting an A- grade in a physics class of my senior year. “Mr. J” taught this class. He had a cheesy smile and was a bearded red-head. His mom invented the ‘Scotch Tape’ by the way. This was the time around the Space Shuttle. He held a piece of the whitish tile from the Space Shuttle and held it up to a blow torch.
I also recalled a class assignment in which each student was to go up in front of the class and teach a topic. I barely recall something about the equal and opposite reaction to gravity.
Something like an object hitting an object and bouncing back with equal and opposite reaction, but not to gravity, more like momentum. Whatever.
I just clicked the “like” or “thumbs up” from 32 to 33. There are two “dislike” or “thumbs down” so from 322 (Skull and Bones) to 332, y’all get yet another communication from “them”. Once again, this is NO co-incidence. 20180721-0015.
Dear diary,
We’re waiting for the transport from the hospital back to the facility at 1330 pm per a social worker, whom I told about the oven and complaints by visitors, residences, and staff of the damn place being stuffy and warm, and that I emailed the residential service representative about our complaints.
Two days ago a blackish CNA, along with Kumba, both from West Africa, said though his mother gets angry at him, he said that his mother is the heart of the family.
Kumba said that she likes teasing her dad, who would ride motorcycle, which the guards would let him pass at ID check points because they thought he was a mayor.
Nurse Stacey shared a story of how her brother believes that immigrants need to come to America.
He believes that they love him. But the sister knows they want the green card. Mom feels the Twit Wifey is waiting for big money, too.
So he married a Dominican Republic woman, got all the paper works, and she left him after one month.
So he secretly married a Jamaican woman and she stayed with him for awhile. So Stacey said that guys don’t listen.
Yup. I agree. Guys don’t listen, like Das Squirrel. Their heads are stubborn. There are lots of guys who divorce for good.
I think that whitish humanz are the culprit for illegal immigration and other disrespect of cultures, knowing full well us apes are opportunistic!
So the deal is that women are able to make babies and tag the victims as the fathers. Das Squirrel said she won’t change, like him and everyone else.
So why is the world screwed up? Guys. For not using their coconuts and for falling for Jezebels and other MIGTOWs (I forgot the meaning).
But mostly the women are disrespectful of everything else – being outspoken thugs, and other nastiness that scares guys.
Sincerely,
FB
Rigging the global warming numbers http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/rigging-global-warming-numbers.html
Being weird. Doing dumb. Scamming humanz. So I answered mostly neutral – a survey from PGE. Some questions are tricky, asking if we like more electricity or propane or natural gas. I think I commented something stupid way on the bottom and inside a blank field and said, We should go back to FIRE. It keeps us warm and it’s free.