http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/06/tolerance-sure-and-if-you-believe-that.html
So while depressurizing my normal way by sitting in front of my computers and doing whatever, and while chewing on snacks while my daddy is cooking his lunch, I came across your blog earlier while sitting in choir mass this morning.
(Last Sunday, I was actually replying via the Text Message app of my iPad while standing and while not listening to whatever was being said. I told y’all I don’t care for being near humanz or any place of worship.)
Last night, I was viewing YouTube videos. One particular showed a doggo. And this doggo was chewing on a pillow. And this pillow had words on it. The words were: I TOLERATE YOU.
Fast forward to your blog, I can ‘see’ that you can ‘see’ stuff. Being that you are indeed a court jester and probably could profit from your magic shows or circus of clowns to include those rainbow-loving freaks, yeah, I’m trying not to freak out.
Anyway, as mentioned in my old blogs, the faggots hate my presence. I probably could sense or assume that I could sense that they know that I’m someone NOT to mess around with (double prepositions here – bad Ingrish).
So while you may not be prejudice against these freaks and actually have to play nice in front of your freaks for a while, they are all crazy, including the Bible folks. (I’m borrowing this thought from the black pastor Jesse Lee whoever via YouTube.)
So the crazies are simply that – crazy. You are correct as they only care about their own species. One such crazy is our cousin first Juani. YOD reported to my daddy and me via a FB chat one night that the freak really came out after the passing of his daddy long ago. The freak lost or sold off his grocery or rental business or whatever because of his lover freak. (I couldn’t understand the Filipino language.)
And so this freak is one of two noise maker who is going after the property of our ancestors and/or the house that my parents rebuilt. My daddy is hoping to be sole owner of said property but we are going back to that Filipino attorney, not lawyer, to find out more stuff.
The other noise maker came from a bloodline of thieves. Naning is a nickname and she is a widow twice. But YOD emphasized that they need word my daddy and so he will end up paying the legal bills to get this stuff straightened out.
I wanna be fair – which was my thoughts in previous blogs. But since these demon seeds, especially my maternal cousins Angie and Nalen (who said I should get a life and leave my mommy with a caretaker) and Juani (who said that my mommy had no legal right to REBUILD a how that was meant to repair the old structure and separate Naning and her family from her youngest sibling and her family (which was YOD’s place), are playing fire, I have to choice but to play fire and send them to Sheol or at least refuse their share of ancestral stuff.
With that said, the freaks are lost forever, having to choose that colorful path. I don’t know how they can be retrieved back into the fold. Good luck, chumps.
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