Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: death

  • 20071230-New PM?

    Benazir Bhutto’s 19-year old son, Bilawal Bhutto, succeeds as chairman for her opposition party. Her boy is not only cute with those thick eyebrows, speaks pretty good English but perhaps he should be the new PM for Pakistan. Pakistan really needs to go to a more democratic society and realize that Islamic women are not to be treated like animals.

    I honestly think that the military might and ruling party of the current President Pervez Musharraf is over. The people of Pakistan should remember how other peacemakers have given up their lives to ensure freedom for their people. Their history books may include the youngest PM yet. This to me represents a fresh start with a fresh face of younger generations and its ideal for a country of old.

    Yeah, so if y’all read my previous blogs, I’ve felt connected to someone of Muslim faith and he originated from Pakistan. In another blog, I remember a symbol seeing a symbol in the night sky of a star cradled within a crescent moon, just like the Pakistani flag. Both were dates of mine. And I’ve loved them both.

    Author’s note: So this blog is cut short due to my parental units are hollering from downstairs. We have to go shopping at the Commissary store in Moffett Field, CA to replenish our foodstuff, AGAIN! Bye for now.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061002-Not Again!

    Okay, what is this new nonsense in the media about some shooting at a school? Can’t you people see a weird pattern whereby the shooter(s) seem to commit suicide after the rampaging and around news revealing bad behavior by some important people? I bet this shooter has been ‘programmed,’ like others before him and by sinister folks, to fulfill his job and then cover-up his tracks by being dead.

    I cannot believe this news would suddenly make headlines over the more pressing issue of a man and his ‘addiction’ to sexual exploitation of children! Why make a big deal over this particular shooting when there are more urban or inner city incidents that do not make the headlines? What exactly is the point in showing children dead this way when there are children suffering alive under the hands of older farts? Yuck!

    Honestly, I am disappointed that the media would continue to deny something is horribly wrong with one story over the other. I may going off on the tangent here but the problem lies not with the school not being safe enough against shooters. The promotion of this new fear tactic may be to lock down the school system and require all children with behavioral problems to be submitted for psychological profiling in hopes that they in turn do not grow up into shooters!

    Ah yes, children should not have to model bad behavior by adults. For example, I listened to a country-western music earlier this morning on my way to work about a boy who learned to say ‘spit’ and prayers from his father. Similarly, interns working as pages should learn to report sexual exploitation by their mentors and how to better improve the inner workings of politics in their own government by making these old farts more accountable for their actions and responsible in their positions.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061001-Fool’s Folly

    This blog is regarding recent news by an official, who resigned as a representative of the Americanized citizens. My opinion indicates that entities like him and possibly many others within this body of government should be investigated and charged as criminals for doing this sort of crap to children.

    The emails and chatting messages are already documentations for the courts to decide. There is nothing friendly about the words sent to the boy by this entity. The language already seem quite sexually explicit to me. Boys should not have to go through this crap with their mentors, teachers or any authoritative person. Using electronic means to lure unsuspecting children sickens me. I know because I’ve encountered weirdo’s through chatting.

    I wonder if there are greater atrocities being done elsewhere to children that go unreported by the mass media. I wonder if justice is being served to stop the conditions which allow these entities to carry out their monstrosities towards children. I would like the nonsense of ‘karma’ being played out through war, detainment and torture to stop as further examples in a global sense.

    Perhaps they need to remove that which causes his sin. And the guillotine is a good pun of justice. Somehow there is too much pain and suffering in this world that needs to be fixed. And there is nothing to laugh at during these more recent events. There is hope the same entities would reveal themselves more to the world and without fear. Be not afraid.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060911-Burp Bored

    The current time is 1950 (PT) and I’ve eaten too much – one chocolate muffin with a tall glass of organic milk prior to dinner with another tall glass of water. Burping indicates that my tummy has had its fill and I should stop eating.

    But do I stop eating when I feel full? No! Do I step away from the computer to avoid EMR? No! This means I do not follow my own words and expect others to do the opposite of whatever messages I happen to have entered into my blogs thus far.

    Burp! This is my answer for today’s remembrance of a certain September event years ago. Today, I was too busy at work trying to catch up from last Friday and too busy to care if the event ever happened.

    I should feel more sympathy for those who lost their lives but remembered being more angry at that time years ago. I am still angry and for good reasons. I wanted my freedom from working too hard but that ideal has eluded me up to this point in time.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060616-TC Tears

    At 02:20AM, TC died. I found out this morning at 08:35AM while I was cleaning out the tray of the parakeets. After washing the tray and counting the birds, I saw only six. I kept counting two or three more times and saw TC was not inside the cage. I didn’t know what happened to her.

    After I dried the wet tray, there upon the kitchen counter I found her wrapped in paper towel and in Paws writing. I took some pictures of the event and started to cry. I didn’t feel like going to work after that but had my job to complete.

    I looked at the parakeets and found that they were quiet. Pimon looked the most affected. I wanted to present to the parakeets what happened to TC and picked up the tiny package, which felt the warmth in my hands. Maw said the bird was stiff and cold earlier this morning.

    Yesterday evening, I tried to hand feed the ailing TC with her oat groats twice during my cleaning upstairs. She refused both times and would make cropping gestures with her head. I looked into her watery eyes and she looked at me. I knew her time was coming to pass onto the next vibration phase.

    Her death may have been expedited last night when I grabbed Yeyo, who had lots of poop stuck to her vent and the surrounding feathers. I knew the bird would not have a good night’s sleep and had to wash the bird clean. The parakeets scattered inside the cage as my hand searched for the yellow Lutino (a blue variety of parakeets with green being the other dominant color).

    They scattered again after I put Yeyo back into the cage. TC managed to climb back to a perch nearby the water and wobbled a little. I knew she had very little energy left because she was all fluffy from the ordeal. That was the last time I saw her as I tucked the birds in for a night. Maw and Paw claimed to have buried TC in the pet cemetery of our other parakeets at 11:00AM.

    Around 12:30PM, I cried a little at work before the damn network crashed. I then decided to leave work to go home for lunch and found both bio-units were in the middle of eating. I was feeling sad from the death of TC and cried more as Maw told stories about her friend, ‘M#rc#d#$ Dul@y’.

    ‘M#rc#d#s’ had a daughter named ‘Gr@c#’ who was stabbed to death by the estranged white husband many years ago. Although there was a restraining order, the daughter apparently opened the door one day to the guy thinking that everything would be fine.

    The story goes that her Maw felt something terribly wrong and went home from work to find that the daughter had died. The daughter was the favorite of three children and treated her mom nicely. The old lady could never forget the joy she brought to the old woman’s life.

    She had cried in front of !’ndy S@!s*n’ and Maw after mass this morning. She confided to Maw that her two remaining children would not take care of the lady in her old age. She was told to stop recalling the deceased daughter. The sad part of this story has been the cruelty of rejection that old people would face eventually.

    Maws crying prompted my crying and the flow of tears won’t stop as I enter this blog on Saturday. The tears of sadness, however, are not always shown in this manner. The sentiments of hurt are kept inside the heart and well hidden in memory of bio-units.

    During lunchtime, Maw expressed deep hurt that her boy, for example, would not take care of her in time of need. She instead confided to Paw and me that her angel, which is me, has been sent to help raise the bio-unit at such an early age of two years.

    Prior to my arrival from work this afternoon, Brat had called to find out the plans of Father’s Day. Paw answered the phone but the boy wanted to speak with Maw, who refused by ‘pretending’ to be sleeping as the boy proclaimed to Paw.

    Her refusal was due to Brats refusal to answer the door and open his heart to me when I delivered his property last Saturday. As a result and in turn, Paw expressed his refusal to have a meal together with the couple.

    Tears that flowed were for TC, our parakeet friend and mother to four children. My tears flowed from hearing stories of sadness from people who have experienced happiness and joy from others. Today has been a reminder that death releases the old from the burden of pain, suffering and misery.

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  • 20060419-Consider Cremation

    Tonight will be the first viewing of two for that relative. I do not understand why people would spend the time to sit in a roomful of strangers. I personally do no feel comfortable sitting and not speaking my mind besides mourning. I expect people to talk about issues not related to anything special and maybe mostly about the dead.

    There is really nothing to say during the viewing except a few words during the eulogy. To mention the good that the person has done in their past is always good to hear. But the few, who remember the true nature of a person’s misdeeds, try to forgive and forget (if possible) now that the person passed on.

    There is a slight chance that some people attending do not know the dead well enough to care and visit in the first place. That happens to be me because I do not like to seeing the form lying in the coffin and not moving. The person is no longer alive and the efforts to take time off from work and to drive over to the funeral home are stressful activities.

    Arranging the viewing and funeral services is already stressful enough for the people overseeing this hard work. No one will ever know where the bodies will end up after the funeral homes cease to exist. Funeral homes are not homes but business entities out to make money. Some people do not have money and cannot afford a proper burial.

    I would encourage people to get cremated because it saves money. I do not understand why people would spend their hard earned pennies to get buried especially if there is no one to visit the grave. The dead cannot enjoy money and I believe the deceased do not care how their former bodies are left.

    Enjoying the money would be best spent by passing on the remainder to the beneficiaries, who are alive. This saves beloved visitors from experiencing the pain of viewing and burying the deceased. Burials and cremations should not be dragged on too long and twenty-four hours should be all it takes to send the person to eternal rest.

    Besides, burials take up too much land space and make the neighborhood creepy with all those headstones popping up from the landscape. This does not make the aesthetics of the land value any better. I believe the aura of the graves need much clearing because of peoples’ sad emotions that may linger at the sites as new arrivals clutter up the surfaces.

    Cremation allows the form to return to its basic elements, which is mostly carbon based. I wish only to mention that we are good as fertilizer and the soil of Mother Earth would welcome us this way. A burial at sea is also another noble image. This seems like another profitable venue for those who are still stuck in the three dimensional illusion of making money.

    Personally, I prefer cremation and possibly both on earth and at sea. Unfortunately, my family and relatives might disapprove since we ‘Cat Hole Licks’ prefer burials over cremation. I still do not fully understand my religion. I may have to put this request into writing or disappear so that no one would know my whereabouts.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060414-Good Friday

    Today is the last day of a work week and it’s good to leave work early today. I left work at around 02:00PM (Pacific Time). I have my supervisor ‘CarolTwin DaZit’ and her boss ‘Lean SaladWash’ to thank for being so understanding of our need to leave early for religion. Friday’s are especially good when there are donuts and bagels freely given by our company.

    ‘Feign Hurt,’ a temporary co-worker, who at one time wore a maroon sweater printed with <em>lighthouses,</em> has a good heart. She gave me a pink colored, wire basket with plastic white pearls around the top. There were pink paper streamers that cradles the items, which included: a box of a wooden shaped, chocolate cross, two yellow marshmallow bunnies in a plastic zip lock, two small milk chocolate eggs, two more chocolate goodies and one hard boiled egg, which I ate for lunch and which she colored by herself.

    The weather for today is cloudy, gray and cold enough to open my bedroom window to allow the fresh arctic wind blow inside while I try to compose this blog before I time myself out for lack of activity online. For me, anything with fresh air either during rainy or sunny days is a blessing. ‘Fancy Soul,’ the new temporary worker for this week described the weather as looking ‘ugly.’ So both ‘LeNaval RedEyes’ and ‘Fancy Soul’ know the meaning of the word ‘ugly,’ which describes them perfectly. Both are fine but I’m not staying at the place that much longer.

    Today is another day a person is dying. He is relative of my aunt or eldest sister of Paw. Maw called me around noontime at work and later Paw came upstairs to inform me that he is currently on morphine, which means he is unconscious and probably not going to wake up. I pray for his forgiveness of past misdeeds. And I won’t miss him really.

    I do not care to see that fat and ugly person. I do not know him well. He seemed nice during our growing years. But he has this mean spirit, especially towards my paternal grandmother recently. I do not understand why my aunt, who is his wife, did not defend her own mother from that loud and obnoxious person. Old granny was instructed by my paternal grandfather after he passed on to live with Malform for awhile prior to her current residence at a local nursing home.

    ‘Allbut DePriestman’ was a former priest. And the fact that he prays loudly at home with the many parties to show off to friends leaves me to believe that he is not all that sincere with his prayers. Prayers to me should be reverent and serene but this is not expected from what I’ve heard coming from his mouth.

    Today is a Good Friday for celebrating a suffering of an ascended master from long ago. I do not understand why Christians would want to continue to remember how or why anyone had to go through that horrible episode of that time. Bio-units and friends have suffered along side with the leader, who was portrayed as a rebel and teacher. Those times were not fair for others who went through more horrendous experiences but not as spectacular as religion would allow.

    I did not attend mass today because I did not believe in the prescribed rituals of my religion. All I could do is offer my prayers in the hopes that people will awaken to the truth and stop their utter nonsense of trying to gain points or receiving blessings for their motivations to keep their perfect and upright moral images that go along with being Christian.

    Somehow I want to believe that His knowledge did not die on the cross as we Christians are lead to believe. Moreover, these deacons, ministers, preachers, priests or whomever do not make sense sometimes in our modern worlds as they further my confusion about what is real to me in the here and now and what is based on passages written and possibly re-written by many people over the centuries.

    I would rather celebrate the living and not dwell on the death and suffering of anyone. People should enjoy being human and live life to the fullest and not to believe too deeply that dying on the cross for our sins is necessary. I believe everyone is free of sin. Those without the spark of light or the willingness to love are not real and are best forgotten forever.

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