Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: fiends

  • 20110719-Divorced Nutter

    At around 10:00am, the divorced nutter had opened her garage door, just as I was trying to back out my car from the left side of the driveway. Maw was waiting just outside the passenger door and screamed: “Hurry up!” She giggled the door latch and stuffed herself into my car and drove off to mail Paw’s letter and buy food from Goldilocks. When we came back, all the cars were nowhere to be found.

    At 2:00pm, Paw finished washing and drying his car. It was my turn to wash my car. So I went to get my car,  which was parked across our house. Even before I started the car, I saw a white San Jose compliance vehicle the size and shape of a SJPD patrol car. In my mind, the divorced nutter wasted our taxpayer money by calling the city on my car.

    I told Paw that I didn’t want to vacuum my car before washing my car because the divorced nutter had her garage door opened again and she pretended to water the little plot of garden just behind the garden hose area. She had her back turned to me while I quickly vacuumed to driver’s side (front and back).

    I was hiding behind my door the while and squatting, too. As soon as I finished, I motioned to Paw that I was ready to vacuum the passenger side of my car. So I hid behind the door and kept peeping over the driver’s window and caught get facing towards my general direction.

    Paw said that she wasn’t watering the two rose trees and one avocado plant in the middle. He stared her down and she was the first to blink behind her dark transitional shades and turned away. When I finished vacuuming, I saw she was gone and that her garage has been closed.

    I managed to finish washing and sure drying my car.

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  • 20110716-More Spooks

    So I’m reading a thread on “gangstalking”. It just so happened it’s true, 24/7. For example, tonight’s evening mass was supposed to be normal. We were sitting at the second pew at the back of the front right pew section facing forward and near the side door.

    Lo and behold, I heard and smell two anomalies sit directly behind us! Upon their arrival, I heard the shorter Mexicana sit down, heaving heavily with each breath. That took a few minutes before mass started.

    What annoyed me was her husband sitting to her right. He smelled like beer the whole time. The odor reeked and I had to fan myself (obviously and rudely) with the “Entrance Song” and “daily companion”.

    Plus, he kept clearing his throat when he got up and sat down. I had my hearing aid on and the sound was much more amplified. I really wanted to knock his face in but my imagination only entertained me.

    I’m really getting annoyed at these daily occurrences. Again, I’ve chopped off their heads with my imaginary samurai (or long) sword. It’s almost like the Satanic “network” got nothing else to do with their existence, except continue to monitor their intended target: moi.

  • 20010716-Divorced Nutter

    At 20:12pm, I saw the divorced nutter get out of the maroon Dodge cara-van, which she used to stalk me with en route to Hedding Street long ago. I think the 2nd husband dropped her off in front of our driveway; so that she could back out her white Honda CRV from INSIDE the garage. The maroon car is now parked inside the garage. Sneaky.

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  • 20110714-More Spooks

    At 10:10am, I noticed a newer, short version of a yellow school bus. It took off from its parked, just as we made a left turn on MY long stretch of road. It turned right on Graves. We continued onward to our errands of buying a new sewing part, a new oxygen sensor for the fingertip and food for lunch and dinner.

    That same evenijng, I noticed the Chinese lady (living across from he divorced nutter) take a peek into the tall rhododendron bushes, which separated driveways from the Chinese neighbors next to her. She seemed to look past two tall plants with triangular flower tops.

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  • 20110714-Divorced Nutter

    At 6:20pm, Paw had finished defrosting and wiping down the freezer in the garage. I heard the divorced nutter “softly” slamming the side door to the shared fence and then opened up the side door to her garage.

    Of course I mumbled under my breath, “Fuck you, possessed nutter.” You see her blue-eyed, Honduran mother-in-law, doesn’t believe in the worship of “Mary”. And she may have concocted something edible to drive her “malo” daughter-in-law insane.

    Of course, “Santa Muerte” and pals planted the divorced nutter, her illegal ALIEN, second husband to live next door to us and devalue our neighborhood with their cooties.

    After several failed attempts at reporting demonic activities (read my old posts) by the possessed Visayan to the SJPD, these people managed to live in MY hood while nicer ones are homeless.

    Do you see the Satanic injustice in America, where FOREIGNERS, CRIMINALS and the INSANE are given preferential treatment over normal, law-abiding, tax-paying, hard-working American citizens?

    That is why undocumented FOREIGNERS must be screened for physical, mental and criminal cooties, not unless this is a subtle “depopulation agenda”.

    The divorced nutter was already PHYSICALLY combative with her classmates in college. She then accused women, and little girls, of having an affair with her one-eyed second husband.

    That is why you must watch out for people who are verbally loud in public and get into fights with perfect strangers. They have medical problems that even pills or holy water won’t tame.

    So it is the same, live and die or get killed anyway.

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  • 20110713-More Spooks

    At 11:16am, the blue-colored PG&E truck made a U-turn on my drive by going up on theb sidewalk to our drive-way. The gotee white man had his right arm hanging out the passenger side of the truck. I stood at our front window and fliked him off as he looked directly on that window. We had arrived from our errands a few minutes earlier.

    They were working on the electrical box on the ground, located on left side the driveway from across the house of the divorced nutter living next door to us. The guy used the electrical blower on a brown container, near the tall rhododendron bushes to the house directly from us.

    I was thinking of a camera placed in the bushes earlier this morning when I opened our garage door at 7:25am to flush out the divorced nutter this morning. Now I know how our activities are being monitored – hidden cameras.

    Long ago, we noticed a hidden microphone in the bushes near the front street of our local parish. Our car used to be parked near that bush until we learned that Carlos the gossiper planted that microphone in the bush.

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  • 20110711-More Spooks

    So our plumber is working to fix two leaking faucets – upstairs bathroom and downstairs kitchen. Why aren’t plumbers required to wear clean booties when working inside clean residences?

    When we came back home from this morning’s mass around 8:40am, the divorced nutter was fixing her glittery, white rocks again. It is at the corner, or right side of the garage, leading to the side gate of our shared fence.

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  • 20110809-More Spooks

    “Ask yourself, what will you get from flicking that guy off? He didn’t do anything to you. You need to look for a man and get married. What you are doing is frustrating. I wonder what happened when you meet guys. You must be mean to them.” ~Maw.

    [Yup. Guess who gave me that trait, crone!]

    We were trying to make a left turn into MY road when a black, BMV convertible made a U-turn. The spook had shades, greasy hair, and a beard. Of course, I flicked him off. No one makes a U-turn on MY watch!

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    Addendum: Last edited on 20110710 at 03:27:08 AM UTC — Appearance of spook around 13:00pm.

  • 20110707-More Spooks

    That morning, the annoying soprano singer, Margaret, feel off her rockers! The old parishioners rushed to her aide and help her get back on her feet. She had a dazed look on her face as she looked up.

    That evening, a nail-polish red car parked behind a mound of yardb trimmings, near the yellow fire hydrant. Maw and I were walking around indoors to bur off our post-dinner meal. As soon as I pointed my Tasco Zip 2002 (7 x 50 mm. – 367 ft./ 1000 yds, 122 m/ 1000 m) binoculars at him and through the black iron door, he looked straight into my direction and left westbound on MY road.

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  • 20110708-Divorced Nutter

    At 8:40am, the divorced nutter was heard rolling her recycling cart along the driveway. I was undressing upstairs in my bedroom. As usual, the nutter times her presence around our arrival and departure. It is no wonder there is no justice in America: insane criminals live along side with normal people.

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  • 20110704-More Spooks

    I noticed Casey Anthony was wearing a yellow-colored shirt yesterday. The color yellow is supposed to be the color of the golden sun. Today for the 4th of July she wore a striped shirt. For whatever reason, my thoughts wondered yesterday if she would wear a stiped shirt. And sure enough, she did.

    So, I guess she was intentionally “propped” up to show the world that our kangaroo court system still works. For all I know the child might have been a “prop”. This could explain why Casey said the child is still “alive” somewhere and not meant to mislead the cops or investigators.

    Based on my “feelings” thus far and from what I’ve watched on cable programming, the case may be circumstantial at best because there is little to no evidence to show she intended to abuse or kill the child. Even my grand-uncle, who is supposed to be “lawyer” in the Philippines, said the OJ Simpson case was circumstantial. But karma would have it that OJ’s “sins” would later come back to haunt him in another trial.

    The three forensic experts gave weird testimonies and the anthropologist was a newbie.

    Her emotions does not prove if she cared or not.

    Her silence or not testifying does not prove she is guilty.

  • 20110704-More Spooks

    At 10:33pm, I heard the low rumbling hum of my, err, watchers rolling by in their vehicle and at the same time the sounds of fireworks mysteriously but temporarily ceased. All you have to do is read my blog. I’m sure the SJPD would have gotten some nice revenue from citing these “fun-seeking” morons, who are probably unemployed and still living with their parents.