Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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These are brief snippets of text that aren’t quite whole blog posts. Useful for quick thoughts and anecdotes. 20250115-1623: Supposed to be for Post Titles ending in Aside.

  • 20160714-2309-Aside

    I like BLMTS. But I don’t like the BM that follows after one to two days. What’s that BLMT stuff, Flynn? Are you being weird again? Yup.

    Here are the ingredients:

    Bacon
    Lettuce
    Mayo
    Tomato
    Slabs of bread – I like rye and sourdough.

    Bam! Good eating! NOW GO MAKE ME A SANDWICH NOW!

    The day went slow. We didn’t go out after I came home from my blood work. We skipped noontime mass because Mom couldn’t poop. Then we had lunch. While Mom struggled cooking two dishes, Dad and I peeled garlic cloves.

    Then Mom had her episode because she can’t keep up with reality – that’s she swelling up and dying from old age. She slammed the skillet in the kitchen sink and slammed the glass cover over a ceramic casserole container.

    Then we said rosary. Then I took a quick nap, awoke, and started to vacuum the master bedroom, which Mom and I have been sharing since she moved downstairs. I dusted the wooden flooring, furniture, and blinds.

    So I came home from choir rehearsal without incident. However, the bright driveway sidelight is activated. Did y’all know that if we drove our car across our own driveway, the bright driveway light is activated? I wonder why these damn FLIP don’t fuck themselves. That’s why I don’t have any FLIP friends. They’re crazy.

    We then ate a late dinner after 2100 PM and watched more YouTube videos. AT 2320, I had to turn off the television due to the old timers were sleeping on the sofa again. This is happening more frequently. I didn’t take their picture this time.

  • 20160714-1311-Aside

    Well, as per team Infowars.com, Alexander suggested that Pence and Flynn are Democratic; while Savage suggested the Newton is globalist.

    Good luck with your choice! The joke online is that you outta clone yourself and be your own VP!

    —

    As for Hillary, in today’s speech rally at Virginia, she looked sad. In a previous rally with Bernie endorsing Hillary, Mom said she looked sedated.

    Maybe I should just pen into the write-in section of my mail-in ballot for the upcoming general election: a Pokemom, which in Japanese means a ‘pocket monster’. Monster is defined as something scary, such as demons.

    Thus, our next POTUS will be a fictional character – a monster that is small enough to fit into my pants pocket, which rhymes with the foodstuff ‘Hot Pcckets’! Yummy!

    —

    As for Lynch, Comey, Holder, Obama, and pals, they all need to be impeached, imprisoned, tortured, punished and such – pronto! Arriva!

  • 20160714-1146-Aside

    At 1156 I was kindly scheduled for a follow-up appointment with the NURSE PRACTIONER, whom I saw on July 11, 2016. Mom said ObamaCare sucks! Why, Flynn? WTF is the problem this time, bitch?

    Well, this morning I had a blood work. And in my mind and is the normal ‘protocol’, there should be a follow-up on the blood work. But the girls at this clinic were patient enough to communicate that I wouldn’t be contacted if there isn’t anything abnormal with my blood results!

    Mom was fuming aloud while I was scheduling an appointment with the girl, who then transferred me to a nurse, who then was kind enough to squeeze me for July 21, 2016 at 14:15 PM. The nurse had a difficult time hearing me because of Mom’s loudness. Sorry.

    Though the medical procedures are standard, thank goodness, I do notice over the past few years that follow-up visits are NOT necessary when there is NOTHING abnormal. This logic saves the patients time AND cash money (and/or benefit claims) for unnecessary follow-up visits.

    Before loosing my PCP in Sunnyvale, CA four years ago – this was true. After three months on a Nutrisystem diet and in conjunction with the statin drug in those days, my blood work results were within normal range. So she didn’t think of calling me.

    At that time, I didn’t know that I could have access to my blood results online! So I had to go to my PCP to obtain a hard paper copy, which is now scanned, archived, and shredded, of course. With this blessed advanced technological tool available online, we can be our own doctors.

    It’s the blood work request and results that CAN help us consumers make medical and alternative remedy decisions. After all, there is no known cure for any ailments and illnesses of humanz, not even a cure for the common cold, flu, or broken heart.

    —

    With that said, there is no “legislation” for “hatred in the heart”. I was thinking of demonically possessed humanz, such as our Filipino neighbor living adjacent to us. I don’t think our prayers are working fast enough. Sheesh.

    I heard this synchronous ‘message’ of legislating hatred in the heart in an opening statement, I believe, prior to the Loretta Lynch hearings, which I recorded on our ATT DVR but haven’t watched in its entirety, but have heard foul snippets her NOT answering in the affirmative or negative.

    So once again, our human forms are in some ways or another being influenced to sin. And gluttony is one of those sins, in which I cannot help myself but eat more than my share of food cooked by MOM mostly per meals, which is thrice a day.

    That’s why I was ‘pressured’ or ‘forced’ by my parents to ‘take advantage’ of the Medi-Cal system. But I didn’t want any free service due to my personal Buddhist belief of karmic repercussions. And so it is, I will find out if my blood is bad in three to five days or so.

  • 20160714-1024-Aside

    At 0950 AM, I came home with no incident with the neighbor living adjacent to us. I did see the SJFD red engine buzz by in front of our home and headed northbound on MY long stretch of road, which is my middle name by the way, as I headed southbound and towards home.

    I immediately sat down to to eat breakfast of red plums and pieces of slices Fuji apples. Mom had awaken from her nap. She thought that it was 0835 AM, not 0935 PM.

    My parents don’t wanna spend money to fight back a crazy woman living adjacent to us. We want her noise to stop, period.

    We want Father Mark G and Carl B to talk to the bitch without us. We don’t have a problem. She is the problem and the church and the Filipinos have failed us, period. Connie suggested to Carl that she might NOT show up to the meeting.

    They must emphasize to her: stop harassing and bullying us; stop being a NUISANCE to the neighbors and to the community; stop lying about her bad behavior and mental issues; and to cease and desist from using the church to gossip and defame me.

    We want Father Mark G to periodically inform the parishioners to stop using the church to spread evil in his sermons. He must periodically ensure our health and safety by stopping the dark forces of evil, which is trying to destroy the church from within. Do NOT doubt unto moi.

    At 20160714-1001, Dad told us over breakfast that he awoke around four o’clock to use the toilet. For whatever reason, Dad couldn’t sleep. He told us that the Lord might have given him an inspiration that the neighbor needed help symbolically when he recalled how she ran around the neighborhood like a beheaded chicken and scream aloud: “Help! Help! Neighbors!”

    Dad said we could be the crazy ones for trying to fight back against that crazy neighbor. I noticed, too, that when Carl B had called me on 07/08/2016, I heard him chuckling over our smartphones as if this was all a joke. Okay, then, if my Mom dies due to stress from the neighbor, shall I drag him and everyone down with us to hell? Y’all decide.

    Once again, this is a spiritual battle. I am hoping that Father Mark G can perform an exorcism upon her and that the prayer groups can do an ACTUAL laying of hands to help her. I truly believe there is still good in everyone, who are infested with these unclean spirit. This is our Christian value to be loving and forgiving. If all else fails, there’s always legal remedies. Sheesh.

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    Also, when my parents and I were hanging around Chuck and Cheese that day, I was sitting in the back seat of their white Acura and in between my THICK-ASS parents. Through the review mirror of the driver, I noticed that the eyebrows of Chuck are knitted downwards: – this is feature of humanz to designate that he too may be possessed with a demonic entity, which probably could explain why other parishioners reported to us that he was mean towards Cheese, who too would knit her eyebrows downwards whenever she emphasizes herself. I’m surrounded by reptilianz!

    In the meantime, I noticed the energy had lifted up quite a bit after I assumed that Carl B had shown my July 4, 2016 smartphone video (with audio) to the head mistress of a choir (or prayer group) where the crazy neighbor sang and prayed last Saturday, July 14, 2016.

    I am hoping the prayer groups pray really hard for us. Otherwise, I’ll move. After the morning meeting with the lawyer that day and en route home bound, I jokingly told Mom that if I could move out. Cheese panicked and said NO, thinking I’d leave the main choir and such! But I said I’d move nearby and wondered if she had a place to rent with a Bayan who needed money. After I dropped Cheese off at her home that morning, she mumbled if she could talk to her ADJACENT neighbor if they could move out. Hmmm.

  • 20160713-1002-Aside

    Well, yesterday Ate Cheese accompanied and assisted us through the free consultation. We could get something but we’d have to provide the evidences. With her help and connections, I don’t know. It would cost $3,000 plus $350 per hour or more to expedite the slow process of countless hearings. She has a friend who has the same bad behavior. We’d have to get names from the neighbors, too.

    I messed up the interview. I noticed they were quiet while I messed up. I couldn’t answer because I knew this meeting was an exercise of dimmed wits. I’m too low energy to care and too stupid to defend ourselves. I’m leaving it up to the experts, such as our local pastor and religious leaders to work things out.

    These Filipinos knew she was a NUISANCE and yet they tolerated her bad behavior, at the expense of our health and safety. And now they expect my parents and me to pay exorbitant amounts of money to shut her up, which the attorney at law said won’t work If she’s the property owner. Sheesh.

    I had my smartphone GPS locator feature turned on for reference point of my whereabouts during the 0930 AM appointment with the lawyer, who smelled, y’all guessed it, a reptilian.

    So my nerves were fried and while waiting until 0935 AM for his arrival, she inquired of me if I’m taking anything to relax my nerves, of which I replied Benadryl for seasonal allergies. She’s a troll, but VERY nice and helpful soul. She encouraged my parents and me to accompany Chuck and her to a religious expedition, and sent me the text and shared Delta first class flight plans. She’s that resourceful and high energy. But I’m too relaxed like a nun to run around town for fun.

    My parents and I went home, processed her gooey coconut and shredded taro root cake, rested, and ate lunch. We then got a surprised call and visit from Natividad L, mom’s former coworker. She had a HUGE wicker basket of Japanese and regular plums and green rice cake with shredded coconut.

    She shared get Wisp C-PAP head gear with Mom. The gel portion was so small and fitted nicely around the nostril areas. Mom’s blue gel mask goes all the way over the bridge of her nose, while Dad has a full face mask that covers mouth to the nose bridge.

    I helped her load her wicket basket with our goodies and then took her right arm as she limped from our garage to her parked white suv on the street on front of our home. My parents and I were running late to the house of Ate Cheese and arrived at 1700.

    Chuck drove. I hate his braking but he knows how to get around town. We ate at Mio Vicino and took home extra food. Then we arrived at a novena for Our Lady of Mount Carmel. The reptilianz were celebrating mass. Ate Cheese introduced me to Janet, an elderly whitish lady with straight teeth and the head of this place, convent or whatever.

    En route back to their place off Four Oaks stop light intersection, Carl B called Ate Cheese and she relayed the LEGAL process of getting an RO and then the extra stuff of quieting the restrained, which I’m surprised isn’t being restrained by the primary caretaker, the landlord, the relatives, the siblings, the pastor, the religious leaders, and pals.

    We arrived home and processed ourselves and normal. That’s what I liked – normal and uncomplicated. I expressed to Ate Cheese that my parents and I don’t have connections or support network of family or friends. I told her that I found the lawyers through the Yellow Pages.

    I expressed to the lawyer that I want peace restored and the liberty to have happiness on our property near the shared chain link fence. Do y’all see where I’m going with this?

    I told Ate Cheese and her Chuck that this is more of a spiritual battle to test my faith in the Lawd Gawd. (While waiting outside the church, I mentioned to her that Mom and I were energy sensitive. But her brain is elsewhere.)

    But if these non-profiteers failed my parents and I, I’d have to pay lots of money, go to lots of hearings, and pretty much go to hell. Both parties are in effect AFFECTED by the failed system of society, American laws, and the liberals.

    There is NO “amen” this time.

  • 20160711-1048-Aside

    20160711-0013 AM. Yesterday morning at around 0013 AM and while trying to drift off to sleep, I heard a series of VERY loud banging sounds coming southward of our home and probably from the cul-de-sac behind our homes. Yesterday evening at around 2333 PM, I heard a VERY loud single bang out front. Once again, my nerves have improved. During my ‘testing’ many slong years ago, my threshold for LOUD and SUDDEN noises and for pain have been horrible, terrible. Nowadays, I welcome these noise pollution. As a matter of fact, I am NOT afraid of being crucified or annoyed. I’m learning to be patient, to be understanding, and to be compassionate around the vulnerable. I am designed to observe, learn, and do thing right, although my spiritual guides are VERY strict, yet patient. Thank y’all.

    20160710-1305. I was trying to locate my green banker’s envelop of cash upstairs and rummaged through Dad’s desk, which was really my white/gold desk matching the canopy furniture. The other day, I made the administrative decision to remove ALL cash, but the twenty dollar, from the wallets of both Mom and me. I removed the coins, too. Amazingly, the handbags are light. Moreover, the arm strengthening exercises with my green-colored, eight-pound medicine ball from The Sports Authority helped me to carry both her once heavy handbag and mine!

    So after I discovered both his cash envelop and mine in the upper leftmost drawer upstairs, I found Dad’s pill bottle, along with the electronic receipt and cash receipt payment to his ‘Viva Las Vegas’! I cannot believe he’d request that medicine in his 77th years on this hellish planet! No wonder he likes to garden outdoors despite the condition of the next door neighbor living next door to us.

    We had came home from visiting Julie S, Mom’s former co-worker. I had my GPS location turned-on as we got lost rolling around the apartment two and one-half times. I noticed a while colored vehicle with a brownie guy of probably of ME descent. It paused at the corner of Villa and Madera, near the red fire zone and stop sign. I was calling out to Julie from my cellphone and she walked towards our parked MB E430, where my parents awaited. Julie lives with her son on the second floor and there’s no way she can climb stairs.

    2060710-1026 AM. Julie said that Edna’s mother dreamt that she had a baby with Obama. The mother of Edna is well into her nineties! This is one of many stories while the four of us sat inside Dad’s car.

    Afterwards we shopped at the DeCA. I still had my GPS location turned-on, which meant that I missing signing at my mid-morning choir mass.

    20160708-1338 PM. Yesterday afternoon and in the evening, I noticed that the toilet water from my pink bathroom and the toilet water in Mom’s blue bathroom was dark orange in color! I panicked, thinking that Mom’s kidney is failing! We had planned to collect her urine in a glass jar but the following day the color of the urine turned normal light yellow. Whew. We noticed that the odor of the water yesterday and this day smelled like mold, mildew, or grassy.

    20160708-0849 AM. Ate Cheese texted me and requested that I send her the video from July fourth. I had a VERY difficult time sending videos over 20 MB. So I downloaded a smartphone app that trimmed .mp4 files. I could only second two seconds worth of video snippets via email.

    Later that afternoon Kuya Carl texted me for the same request. This time I sent him ten (10) trimmed videos and the full version of the July fourth incident in which profanity, vulgarity and abuse was recorded via my smartphone. He suggested that I reinstall my Dropbox account and that’s how I was able to share the link, in which the video took thirty freaking minutes to upload! He inquired if I had any more videos. But he’s trolling. He’s NOT my lawyer.

    Our goal is to confront the bad behavior in a meeting. But I highly doubt that will accomplish what an R.O. would do to help enforce civil behavior.  20140711-1110 AM. We’re watching the YouTube video presented by RSBN of the live Trump rally being held in Virginia Beach, VA. He mentioned something about mental health. I sincerely believe those in this industry MUST pray and at least ‘lay their hands’ of comfort upon the vulnerable patients. I sincerely wish for the healing of these disabled humanz. There is hope yet.

    20160707-1130 AM. I don’t know why I entered into my OneNote: 646 589 0195.

    20160706-1253 PM. I don’t know why I entered into my OneNote: StarRegistry.com

    20160705-1946 PM. A few minutes ago, I heard a distant yelling coming from inside a garage. I was trying to find Mon’s smoked ham hocks from the freezer in our garage and I saw the opened side door to the closed electric garage of the neighbor living adjacent to us. The side door was closed by the daughter, I guess. I was praying my mantra: ‘IN THE MIGHT NAME OF JESUS CHRIST, OUT EVIL WOMAN!’

    20160705-0820 AM. Hillary and Obama campaigning now. FBI cleared her name. Our thoughts was that it’s weird and coincidental that Loretta, Bill, Comey, Hillary, and Obama would coordinate their efforts.

    2060704-1935 PM. Das Squirrel shared something unfortunate: That Starbucks Coffee is Made in China. No wonder we noticed that the Anniversary Blend a few years ago tasted great until recently!

    20160701-1122 AM. We were waiting for blood work of Mom. We waited almost thirty minutes due to others sitting and waiting patiently for their turn. One tall whitish lad was really impatient but Mom apologized to him as we headed out. My note was entered that a name below Mom’s name was crossed off. Usually it’s supposed to be first come – first serve. But the temporary blood taker was REALLY good and hit mom’s vein ONCE. She and a whitish front desk attendant guy are temporary because a brownie Muslim girl is outta vacation. I noticed that SAI and Muslim women are jittery and tend to jerk the paperwork towards them after I finished whatever. I’ll call them jerks.

    20160629-1220 PM. Listening to Father Jonathan sermonize during noontime mass.

    Jesus knew that Saint Peter would deny him thrice and that Saint Paul would be head of the church. Willingness to follow God in fellowship. I had an imagery of Kali dancing atop Shiva. I feel like Shiva as these humanz dance to their hurt feelings. Notice that Shiva closes his eyes and has a patient and loving grin on his face, just like Buddha, only Shiva is lying down on his side. Hmm. Patience, grasshopper. Patience.

    20160629-1218 PM. Listening to Father Jonathan sermonize during noontime mass.

    Cardinals, bishops, anchovies – that’s an imagery of how humanz would stand close together – like anchovies in a tin can. Papacy, Saint Paul. Unity and not destructible. Saint Peter, denied three times, church. Simple past, most sinners. Greater the sin, the more God mercy. Oratory, need more priest. I was thinking that we need more priest who have psychology and legality as part of their expertise and to show mercy to the troubled parishioners. I observe lots of disturbances and disabilities from these parishioners.

    20160629-1216 PM. Listening to Father Jonathan sermonize during noontime mass.

    Beheaded bounced three tines. He visited Italy fountain. Saint James, brother of Saint John. Celebration mass at major basilica.

    20160624-1217 PM. Listening to Father Jonathan sermonize during noontime mass.

    Two penance of the heart, offensive and defensive. Before the fall. Theologian book, don’t do penance is purgatory. Divine mercy shrine, Krakow Poland, mercy justice. Room display of instruments of penance for days of week. Staring in disbelief.

    20160710-0800 AM mass. Listening to Father Jonathan sermonize during morning mass.

    He mentioned how driving away one demon from a possessed human, there may be seven more coming into its place. He mentioned how the lower part of the brain which effects emotions can produce abusive, profanity, and vulgar languages. Before he said the final blessing, he encouraged us to take a weekly bulletin. He may loose his job due to his conscious and the imposition of government of abortion in health coverage.

    If y’all believe in spreading the wealth, then y’all believe in sharing the burden of society’s ills, such as stupidity and craziness in spiritually stunted humanz. If Islamic teachings indicate that life begins at conception and that a soul is breathed into the human form at five months, who are we to decide what is life and death?

  • 20160707-2232-Aside

    Well today went well until I arrived home from choir rehearsal tonight. At 2103 PM, I called the non-emergency phone number at 408-277-8900, which is really an informational. But I stayed on the line and was directed to the regular 911 emergency, where I reported yet another ‘disturbance of peace’ with the neighbor living adjacent to us. The beheaded chicken was being rude and still falsely accusing me of something I know nothing about – her Juan.

    So she had her electric garage half-way opened. She immediately emerged from somewhere and brought out a buck of water to pour over a money-plant inside the pot, which is located between the two severely pruned rose trees and where the avocado tree used to grow. She then started talking aloud about her Juan and defaming my character with an illegal alien from Honduras, which is probably a hot-spot for drug trafficking. But y’all don’t see all this because it’s none of our business.

    Anyway, she used her smartphone and I could hear her communicate to someone that I was video taping her. Duh! She has THREE video camera attached to her house. We only have one. She doesn’t get it. I recognized that the responding voice male, the same voice that responded to her during the July fourth incident in which the coppers where called to talk with us.

    After I emerged from my car, I fumbled with my smartphone, dropped the garage door opener, closed the garage door which was opened, waited for the garage door to open, and heard her trying to intimidate with with her character assassination. Dad wasn’t available. He never did protect his family. That’s why my younger brother and I resent his ineptness. He let us down many times and almost burned us alive by not checking on a fire in an apartment.

    Yeah, so after I made the phone call to the police, Dad and I opened the electric garage door and we proceeded to cover my car with my car cover. He is loosing his mind too due to stupidity and old age. He was dragging my car cover UPSIDE down over the driver side while I fumbled with my smartphone in the other hand, of course.

    After Dad secured the front and after I secured the tie on the back, Dad came up slowly from the garage. He is slowing down. Now I got NOT one – disabled Mom, NOT two – crazy neighbor, NOT three – unhelpful brother, BUT four – clueless Dad – humanz to deal with.

    Mom was watching from inside the garage and immediately instructed to get into the garage and she immediately closed the garage. During the closure of the electric garage door, the beheaded chicken started to freak out and scream into the night again. After all, it’s her first amendment right to exercise that stupid ‘freedom of speech’. It’s your fault – you damn Illuminati. Y’all wanted freedom. You got it!

    We went indoors and turned off all our lights and watched yet another scene unfold. She was getting loud and walking westbound towards the two vehicles parked near the yellow fire hydrant located on the northwest corner of the Rue. A vehicle parked behind the white sedan took off down the Rue. The white sedan stayed.

    Prior to the closure of the garage door, I saw those two vehicles and subtly gestured to them about the neighbor. So while we watched, she was screaming from the northeast corner of the intersection to MY long stretch of road. Someone was standing at the driver side of this white sedan.

    She then made her way towards this parked vehicle. Dad and I could hear her talking loud but the distance was too far away to hear. I could see that the seated driver had flashed its red dot from inside the vehicle while the standing guy was listening to her falsely accusing me with her Juan.

    And this went on for about another ten minutes until she walked back to the opened garage with the standing guy following her! This dark-skinned, skin-headed Asian, which was probably Filipino was wearing a long white T-shirt and a long blue/white Hawaiian floral pant below the knee. He walked with a confident stride and with his nose in the air.

    I’m assuming that they are part of the crisis intervention team. I kid y’all not. Oh, the white sedan turned on its headlights and followed the twosome slowly and probably parked in front of her front yard. We were assuming that she’s pimping herself out to these strangers!

    But we had to have our late dinner. I checked the phone number that I called earlier, pulled up the SJPD Non-Emergency phone number from my ‘Favorites’ section and didn’t realize that clicking on one of the ‘Favorites’ would trigger and automatic call-out, which was done at 2150. But i hung up real quickly before the call went out. That was about the time we finished eating dinner.

    After washing and drying the dished, I assisted Dad and hauled out one of two bins. I let him handle the smaller, dark-green garbage bin; while I handled the larger, gray-blue recycle bin – taking care to minimize the thumping noise from the curb to the street.

    Dad noticed a McD dark plastic top to a coffee and threw into my bin. Later, he picked-up a white paper at the corner of our shared chain link fence and I followed him back to the two garage bins on the street gutter.

    I noticed a vehicle with its headlights turned on and facing our general direction. It was parked on the RUE and on the opposite side to the second story of David F, whose late father was a registered pedophile. I noticed that David F turned on his flood lights during the incident with the neighbor talking VERY loudly to the two spooks in the white sedan.

    After Dad secured the side gate of our street side property and replacing the tall white garage with a new white plastic paper liner, we finished for this day.

    20160707-2304. Mom exercised on the ZAAZ whole body machine, washed up and is currently snoring. Dad is sitting here with me after he washed up for the night. WE are watching The Alex Jones Channel on YouTube. It’s the Full Show on Resist Tyranny or Bow Down to Hillary – 07/06/16.

    So that’s all I could do – laugh out loud, have faith in God and Allah that these exercises is to strengthen my noob nerves, keep reporting the ‘disturbance of peace’ to the police going forward for ever and wasting tax payers monies because you damn liberals failed the normal humanz, and to alert the choir members. Yup.

    So Cheese asked about my parents and then about the neighbors. I said mom was taking a nap and dad was doing good. Then I pulled out my smartphone and shared the .mp4 video dated 20160704_115538, the time my parents and I arrived home from a nice shopping expedition.

    I heard Jasmine chuckle behind me as I extracted my smartphone. Amy emphasized how the neighbor lived adjacent to me. And Cheese held my smartphone close to her left ear as the FULL volume of the smartphone transmitted and echoed in the choir box – YOU F-CKNG B*TCH! It’s my proof. Where’s yours?

    Good luck to the new men in her life. I hope she doesn’t take her hatred to the next level against me and my human form,  due to her imagination. Pray y’all won’t see and R.I.P. because she’s getting worse. Yup. Sigh. See y’all this Sunday choir mass. I’ll turn on my GPS location to prove my whereabouts.

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    20160703-2244 PM. While my parents and I were watching a YouTube.com by team Infowars, I had a inspirational thought coming into my small mind. I blurted aloud to my parents that I had a theory that Agent Obama was installed to stop Hillary due to TPTB and pals couldn’t find someone who is NOT afraid to die by the machine. And so ‘they’ conveniently found a blackish human who would appear to be immune to the back-biting machines of Bush and Clinton. And in this current presidential elections, ‘they’ couldn’t find yet another who is fearless to die and thusly so, they found Agent Trump.

    Do NOT doubt unto moi (a la El Rushbeau, proper).

    20160703-0023 AM. While trying to fall asleep, I had my head slightly turned to the right. I suddenly experienced a down-shift of head noise! This down-shift occurred twice as I switch head position to the left and felt that noiselessness and then back to the right. I had a good night rest. Mom reported to me that I didn’t snore loudly that night.

    20160702-2359 PM. Mom reported to me that she awoke around three o’clock in the morning. She wondered why the living room was bright and discovered that the tall ‘torch’ lamp was turned on. I noticed that the switch is loose and wouldn’t ‘catch’ in place. And so I believe that the electric switch slipped enough to allow the lamp to turn on. Gasp! I was about to watch something scary on YouTube when Mom wanted to tell that scary story at night.

    20160701-1302 PM. En route to the DeCA after the 11:45 AM doctor appointment, we were listening to our local radio station 560 AM and Dr. Michael Savage was his usual self and mentioned how America has degraded between mock, sarcastic viewpoints versus stupidity. That’s why I’m pissed because there are lost of cray-cray that really need to be locked up since the medications and other failed resources to protect the public health and safety against zombie apocalyptic scenarios.

    20160628-2024 PM. soclean.com 1-800-579-0352. I don’t know why I entered this OneNote.

    20160628-0927 AM. We were watching Fox News Business and I saw the televised advertisement for WisdomTree.com for DON. I looked up the webpage at https://www.wisdomtree.com/etfs/fund-details.aspx?etfid=3

    I was going to reblog another WordPress.com post in reference to a DON. I had a thought about the Daddy Don and alternate ways of JON and John.

    20160627-1332 PM. For a couple of weeks, Mom noticed that the heater doesn’t heat up her humidifier tank of water. The temperature was set at 79 degree Fahrenheit. We called our CPAP supplier but they didn’t dispense the shit and gave me Altra CPAP Repair 1-888-551-5267 to call. I tried calling the dispencer up in El Cerrito, CA but they didn’t pickup the phone or return the messages. So we called the prescribing physician to see if they got better luck. They left a message too but no one seemed to be taking calls due to loosing the bid with Medicare.

    So the other day, two days ago, I decided to try is increasing the temperature to 85 degrees Fahrenheit. I then press the button for three seconds and allowed the unit to warm up. Lo and behold, the shit worked! My theory is that the humidifier heater is being cooled due through the small openings to the climate control tubing and/or towards the back and under the heating unit by the electric fan, which into Mom’s general direction. Ugh. By golly, the shit worked after all, Miss Sherlock Holmes!

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    Here are samples of synchronous events:

    20160704-1422. After the four of us had our luncheon at Sizzler, we arrived home at around 1422. We saw a dark blue medium-sized SUV truck parked on the left driveway. The CA license plate was 041, I think. The license plate holder had Lodi, CA. We saw two Filipinos walking to their front door.

    20160703-1150. The bat shit crazy bitch living adjacent to us served as Communion/Eucharistic minister again during my Sunday choir mass. She wore a red shirt and white skirt with black flowers creepy from the bottom up the middle. After the mass, the choir members were filtering outta the choir box. I deliberately slowed my pace by removing my robe and upon turning my head, looking over my left shoulder, I saw the shit looking into my general direction. I quickly sat quietly to Zenaida and spoke with her. This allowed more time to elapse so I am safely at a distance. I learned that Cherry the lead singer of the 12:15PM is the favorite niece of Zen, who hugged her and stated that fact aloud. I was surprised to learn this data. I had my GPS Locator turned on for my smartphone.

    So I slowly walked to my car parked outta the back, near the school and enjoyed the sweltering ride back home. Dad was ready to greet me, walked out to the garden hose area and we didn’t see the neighbor come home.

    We know that the bat shit crazy bitch knows what she is doing because the renter is present inside that house 1335. The renter drives a two-door, baby-blue Acura sedan car with the AUGGIES U.C. DAVIS license plate holder. The CA license number may be 041, I think.

    20160702-1624. Dad and I were late for the small prayer party among his siblings for his late mother at 1200. We arrived at 1300, waited for two freaking hours until 1500 for the freaking late arrival of Virgil his brother and Ampy the second wife. We left at 1330, and so did Marilou, his sister, and her in-laws. I gotta tummy ache from the eating the tasty yet VERY greasy deep-fried veggies in whatever dough called ‘on-koy’.

    At 1215 and as I was reparking my vehicle from the right to the left driveway so that Dad can take his MB E430, the crazy bitch ass already had her electric garage opened, hurriedly scooted along our shared chainlink fence, checked her mailbox, hurried back up along the shared chain link fence, and played with her garden hose.

    At 1620, Dad and I drove westbound on MY drive after the prayer party and encountered the crazy bitch ass backing out her maroon Dodge Caravan # 698. I had to slow down and hide my face behind the tiny ass sun shield and allow her to drive eastbound.

    So already, the demonically-possessed human won’t stop stalking us, so long as she has extreme paranoia.

  • 20160704-1448-Aside

    Happy I-Day, y’all! Hail, Shayateen! Today went well in the morning, except upon our arrival homebound.

    My parents and I tried to get my car washed at the local Valero off Montague but it was closed. Since we were near the HWY880 interchange we decided to go head southbound towards a fabrics store, which as closed also due to the fourth day holiday. But I used the Google map to find a nearby hand car wash and came across one off Prospect. Voila! I spent over one-hundred dollars to get my precious old car cleaned.

    Then Auntie Norma called and spoke with my parents. Then we reparked closer to Burlington where we bought three black ‘chinellas’ for mom and two pink rainbow ‘slippers’ for me. We bought Dad a replacement black and blue bible cover to haul the black Bible and other religious booklets for my parents. Dad didn’t want it but it is less obviously embarrassing than his current black male TOILETRY bag! Emmer, a parishioner, made fun of Dad’s toiletry long ago and joked that my Dad was going on a trip. We also bought Auntie Norma a robe and a $0.99 pink flower recycled shopping bag with the Burlington logo.

    Upon arrival, we were met with my crazy bitch living adjacent to us. She was using her garden hose and started to hose past our shared chain link fence. She stopped short of wetting my newly washed car. I fumbled with my smartphone and started video taping her noise for about 45 seconds. She screamed out loud that I was sleeping with Juan, again. I heard her call on her smartphone stating that we were fighting with her.

    I called 911 and gave her information and my information – name, height, weight, age, date of birth and type of incidence – disturbance of peace. (Later, Das Squirrel told me to call 311 going forward due to the limited 911 handling the lines.) I got of the phone with operator 998 at around 1206.

    A few minutes later one squad car 1700 parked in front of the Chinese home across from us. He emerged with a BIG STICK, err, baton and placed that into its holster, inquired who placed the call and what is the situation. Blah. A few minutes later a second squad car 1697 parked behind 1700. She too emerged with a BIG STICK, err, baton and placed that into its holster. This was after he spoke with us and was already in the property of the next door neighbor.

    My parents and I hovered in our front foyer and could hear the bat shit crazy neighbor screaming to the top of her lungs. We had our arms folded across our chest. After both officers finished with the next door neighbors, they said that the daughter told the cops that the mother is seeking help. Yeah, right. Y’all aren’t controlling her episodes. Y’all still liable and negligent. They also discussed our next course of action – that R.O. The orange-haired copper mentioned 55 Younger northeast of the jail 12:40PM and the family court east of the Fairmont 12:46PM. Sigh.

    We could see David F, the son of a former, now deceased, pedophile father of his, wondering what is going on. He lives in that second story house westward down the Rue from us. Das Squirrel waved at him a few minutes later.

    Once again, Dad is resilient and does NOT think that R.O. will be effective, only to protect PRIVATE property AND person, but NOT public areas, such as store, church, whatever. Again, I don’t believe in ruining someone’s life or suing her. Sigh.

    Dad is further resistant against building that privacy wall between both our ADJACENT properties. My parents are the property owners and we UNGRATEFUL children do nothing to help them do the legwork. My hands are tied. I’m being metaphorically sacrificed. Sigh.

    So after the four of us ate at Sizzler, excellent, portioned foodstuff, for lunch of two Unlimited Craft Salad for Dad and me, a bacon burger for the boy, and Santa Maria steak dish for Mom, mom said to forget about it.

    I will continue to call 311 and report further ‘disturbance of peace’. I may pressure my parents to ‘build that wall’. I may pursue that R.O. I don’t think those prayers are working. Das Squirrel said she is wired to have episodes.

    And so it is. I’d rather ‘welcome’ a highly-educated refugee Muslim family from Syria that won’t give us a hard time than have the spiritual challenge of demonically-possessed humanz. May the will of Allah be gracious to us all.

    Thank y’all for verbally speaking to my parents. I will pay my taxes to support our local enforcement. I told the guy cop that it’s different when y’all ‘educate’ the elderly as opposed to my personal research as done via online. Sheesh. Sigh. Yawn.

    Hail, Lucifer! God Bless America. Amen!

  • 20160628-1006-Aside

    While ironing clothes from over the weekend, I was watching Fox News:

    20160628-0956. “Obama: Justice Dept “implicit bias can affect” law-enforcement decisions.” I don’t know what this means. But y’all have to call it like it is. Wrong is wrong. Correct is correct. Without BOTH video and audio as evidence of events, anyone can make incorrect decisions based on subjective interpretation. I have my audio and video proof. Where are yours to stand under my evidence?

    20160628-0954. “Justice Dept orders mandatory training to curb “unconscious bias”.” I don’t know what this means. But it appears that mind-controlled drones can make incorrect decisions and the words dreams or dreaming or dreamers came to my small mind. These ‘conscious’ drones need to get a grip on reality and to quit blaming and harming others while in an ‘unconscious’ state.

    Mom said this is a move to take away more rights. Last week or so, my old nagging thoughts indicated that y’all are taking and interpreting incorrectly the First Amended rights of these Americanized humanz, whom ALL are spiritually stunted and emotionally demented and mentally destabilized while stuck on this hellish planet.

    Once again, free press is necessary. But I do NOT agree in aggressive, angry, hateful, envious, thuggish speech – verbally and written. If y’all can’t draw Mohammed, why are y’all tolerating the crazies, stupids, and faggots to open their unclean pie holes? America is so stupid for spreading falsehood and tolerating those who mock the truth.

  • 20160628-1930-Aside

    Watching GOP MEMBERS OF BENGHAZI COMMITTEE HOLD NEWS CONFERENCE on various mainstream ad nauseum news media outlets.

    ‘Y’all are on your own’.

    Usually, that’s when the other party is being naughty. I’d imagine that something wasn’t done according to plan and outta ‘high’ intelligence and frustration – the killing machine added the security forces and pals to the long hit list of unfortunate cohorts. Or that the faggotry had to be silence.

    Anyway, if she’s able to lie about a mock-up crisis such as Benghazi, who are the other institutions, such as religious wretchedness and political correctness, are to be able to fool its minions? There’s no exception, I guess.

    So I’m thinking how easy it is to tell the truth and how easy it is to deceive the public. Although y’all are trying your best to be as transparent as possible, people won’t believe. The hard-core supporters and party-goers will continue to cling onto their illusion.

    I guess y’all can continue to awaken the humanz to access how much more y’all can fool them into believing that y’all can FIX IT! The exercise is meant to cause you elitist stress amongst yourselves. Aren’t y’all having a difficult time covering-up what will eventually unravel? Oh, the fear and terror within your blood-lines!