“Get out! Move out of the house!”
~Possessed boy’s criticism about moi still living with the twosome during lunch today…
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Well, the boy is insane. He came over to the house UNINVITED for lunch and then storms out, leaving the elders. He made Maw cry again tonight. Like my first paternal cousin Shill’s alcoholic Paw, their stupid bloodline are verbal assaults mixed in jealousy.
To the girl married to the insane boy, get a divorce. You are insane to put up with him. You fought in front of us before you got married and you two are still fighting. Get a divorce and save your souls! Stop denying the truth and stop blaming us for your stupidity. God have mercy on your heartlessness!
Anyway, the boy is not proud of his old family. Bottom-line: He expects us to act rich so he could brag about our wealth on Facebook. He is trying to compete with the other insane losers who have no life but to show off on the computer. These people do NOT realize some people prefer PRIVACY and SECURITY than public humiliation.
Take for example, Ampy. She is a home wrecker. She went through a terrible divorce, which makes any family member go insane. Get it now, folks? Good. Further, she brags online. Also, she uses the name of the Lord in vain – thanking and glorifying him for blessings via Facebook. She needs to be locked up in a nice padded room with the rest of these nutballs who think that the social networking site will save face – VERY ugly faces that don’t tell the truth or continue to share nonsense, like sickness and events. I don’t like her attitude.
Maybe I should request the Feds to lock up everyone who puts out uneventful, useless data online via Facebook. Frankly, the boy cannot compete with these people. He expects his Maw to call a known pathological liar – Babble – because her son became a certified professional. If only the boy graduated with some credentials himself and stop minding my business about being homeless, then maybe he could brag to his outgoing, fun, adventurous, intelligent, friends about his professional accomplishments instead of his personal vices, such as bicycling, kayaking, drinking, etc.
“Did you hear a gunshot?”
~Maw looking up at me from her wooden rocking chair after a light dream at around 11:35pm tonight…
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I had to pat Maw on the head with my left hand while Paw and I finished the last of three chaplets on the Rosary. After we finished, I thought to myself (after hearing clearly what she had said earlier), that maybe the boy shot himself and his wife. Maybe then these two ungrateful people will give thanks in heaven and find their piece of mind up there instead of down here where us simple, humble folks live in contentment without fear or regret or owing anyone, expect our gratitude to the Lord.
Amen.
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After thought: Perhaps the spirits are telling me to get busy, find a mate, make more babies and start a new life. Hmmm.
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