20250502-1502. A few minutes ago, I showed my dad an image of that Live show/Video guy and I can’t stop giggling!
Like clockwork (this morning), I was forced to “wake” up on weird times as usual from and by the might matrix and happen to see a notification about a live stream. Usually, the spiritual world wants me to take notice.
I tuned-in immediately and caught-wind or a few words about how his strong accent was that of a British. I kept repeating telepathically: you bloke! You freaking bloke!
I really do NOT know what is the word definition for “bloak” but I would assume that word is offensive, like the Americanized word for “cunt”, which is equally to VERY offensive to REAL females.
Anyways, I let the offensive Americanized word go and don’t delete those straight-away due to the alleged “ideas” of “freedom of speech”.
I find offensiveness more like dark humor than anything else. Unfortunately, for those NPCs with limited programming capabilities, those sorts would chimp-out automatically without any intellectual restraints whosoever.
He uses the other offensive word gratuitously, too. So I can’t just moderate anything close to slap-stick jokes and memes alike, because I like it!
I’m learning how NOT to take things negatively, like this morning. I was barely outta front door to confront the main YardWaste Recovery (408-283-4800) hauler guy, who angrily threw our 96-gallon light-green/olive Yard Trimming cart up against our curb. The cart did NOT fall down this time. But I yelled out, “Homie” to that stupid dammed low-class butt-minded guy. Last month, the front-loader guy, who follows the main yard-trimmings truck guy, angrily threw also our 96-gallon light-green/olive Yard Trimming cart on the street. I reported/spoke to the supervisor last month.
I’m learning to throw my “prayers” against that obese hanging-bellied pork-eating Puma-labeled olive green hooded jacket and gray fleece/PJ pajamas pants blob of an Oriental Samoan or Filipina fat bitch with top hair bun (typical of Samoans) and her two stupid small pug dogs (white and brown) one pink leash pooped into our tree nearest our front yard lawn. This occurred on or about 20250428-1930 to 1932 PM PST. Y’all are NOT nice and are fake Christians.
I’m learning to tolerate thieves, such as that Oriental bitch who used her right foot upon our tree to yank out three small branches of our Saratoga laurel tree nearest our make-shift Japanese Torii/gate and front yard lawn on or about 20250429-1045 AM PST. The bitch walked from our street-facing black mailbox, round our corner lot, towards our northwest- facing area of maintenance of MY long stretch of (my middle-name here) Road where the two trees are located and then back to her hovel of probably greasy-smelly cooked food indoors.
I’m learning to understand how the mighty-matrix operates. On or about 20250430-133622 PM PST, the USPS truck made contact/hit our OLD plastic black mailbox! He hit the long rusty pole with the right front corner of his truck. He reached out his hand to readjust the unit so that the opening of the mailbox faces the street proper.
I usually review our driveway camera for any signs of the USPS truck delivery primarily and secondarily for any intrusion by the short coo-coo headed, ill-tempered Filipina living NextDoor to us. Lo and behold! I saw what happened and showed my dad, too. He said that he is probably drunk as I saw that he sped off quickly after delivering/placing mail in the mailbox of the NextDoor neighbor.
I went outdoors on or about 1359 with dad’s OLD rusty faded dark blue colored mini-dolly which was rattling. I meant to prop up the cement block holding the middle pole, which props up the black plastic mailbox; so that I could reposition that HEAVY cemented unit as a whole.
But because maybe the bottom is NOT straight, I was able to swivel (by hand and without the aide of dad’s dolly) the HEAVY cemented unit into its proper place: closer to the street but NOT over the city/street curb and just “inside” the driveway/sidewalk crack/crevice and the rectangle cemented block for the streetlight pole. Voila!
So with the tree branch Oriental female thief with black brim hat, light gray fleece jacket over medium gray fleece pants, Samoan dog-butt sniffing fat female and the drunken USPS Oriental white mini-truck right-steering wheel guy and that thick British accent of a bloke guy, I’m just giggling.
As a result, I have to take action. I researched but I would have to buy more materials. I bough more flowering seeds, basically for starter before I “force” my dad to spend his money on landscaping in and around the two Saratoga laurel trees again and before he passes away, of course. For the mailbox, I’ll have to just find someone to fix it.
Oh, and that bloke guy, herein will be my reference going-forward, sure fooled unto moi! But he does look awfully familiar from other broadcasting networks. I’m NOT sure if its syndicated or something else like “InfroWards” or “BallSacks Bones” (both play on words here). I wonder if her knows OS, whom my mommy and I used to enjoy hearing on YT.
That’s all. End of transmission 1559 PST. Hehe. Edited again 1645 PST while listening to that “bloke”.
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