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Notice how the “talking heads” (MSM and pals) are trying to distract the subjects, err, citizens away from the two party system (Demoncraps and Reptilicons) for giving the Super Congress of twelve people unconstitutional power by blaming a “Tea Party” as ” terrorists”. It’s not funny to die laughing.
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There is one thing I don’t like: people agreeing to please for whatever ulterior motives in life.
For example, in order to win the affection and love of an emotionally insane significant other, the girl would agree with the boy constantly. The boy even told her that she is crazy, that he has no feelings for her, that she needs to stop calling him and that she should return the dating gifts to him. The girl dumped his items into the backyard of the boy’s parents. That’s how stupid and disrespectful this Chinese is towards us Filipinos.
I’ve learned from the boy that she wouldn’t stop agreeing with him to the point of many heated arguments. They even fought during their vacation in Hawaii where he intended to propose to her. She didn’t crack a smile to me when I picked the both of them up from their “fun”. In summary, the game is over: he married her anyway despite MANY red flags from family and friends. That’s how stupid he is towards, not only his OLD family, but to himself.
People who don’t disagree are living in denial. They are being dishonest with themselves and lying to others. They are living in fear of rejection too. They know how to play the “good guy” so as to not offend sensitive people. Disagreeing means to set your boundaries against the insane, mischievous and perverts: who ironically think they are always right, by the way.
And that my friend is tonight’s dose of reality. Agree only in writing and in front of witnesses and have your thoughts and intentions notarized, too. Anything else is fool-hardy.
What I do NOT like about tradition (outmoded beliefs and superstitions) and religion (i.e. Mormonism) are the emphasis on praying to the dead. There is no respect to the dead in this manner. It is ridiculous. That’s why I respect the Muslims version of burying their dead in 24 hours!!!
For example, the Chinese place offerings of food, incense and prayers to the deceased. It so happened that Bill (age 52) passed away recently. From what I learned, he was being so secretive about his life, health and finances, that his family had a difficult time figuring out what to do with his body and state of affairs.
The point is that people should focus on the LIVING. Once the dead are gone they wouldn’t know if you are grieving for them.
Instead of visiting the graves, tombs, monuments, mortuaries, burial sites and other places of memorials of death, try visiting those places where LIVING people, animals and plants need your help in the asylums, hospitals and prisons.
You do NOT understand the fraud and scam going on with the business of death. It’s a money-making scheme, even during times of economic downturns and financial hardships. The flower business too seem to thrive during these times of death.
I am hoping people would stop being zombies themselves to their past and move forward with their future. And please get over your depression, too! You are alive and need to spread the word — LIVE.
A thought occurred several days ago. It was about the significance of a cross sign of two intersection lines.
The vertical line connects the skies above and the ground below. This line goes through the “center” of a person and is straight. This line is only one.
The horizontal line intersects and is equidistant with the vertical line. This line can span 360 degrees. It basically encircles the person and is infinitely more than one line.
Of course, the length of the horizontal line depend to the length of the vertical connectivity.
My thoughts points to a “Golden Rule” of how well connected the person is vertically that will dictate the outward placements/reflections of the horizontal lines.
One theory for perfect placement of this ONE horizontal line is located at the heart area. Anything too low or too high on the person is not good.
I have left a quick comment on a fellow WordPress.com blogger’s post.
His background image currently shows what appears to be a “brain rock” in the middle of the water.
A thought came through my small mind and manifested/projected yet another “alternate reality” in which the “other half” can be reflected by the “blue light” in a body of water and as a mirror image via this “brain rock”, which forms the top half of a heart!
Hello! Who are you? What are you? What do you want from me?
Today, Maw and I got our first Coach (Est. 1941) bags from the Great Mall after no finding one in Valley Fair. She got the leather (Pen Lth Sat Silver/Blk-MFSRP $428) and I got the jacquard fabric (Pen Lth Sat Sv/Bkwt/Bk-MFSRP $378) and the pocket bag (Lth Poket Swp: Silver/Blk-MFSRP $148).
Of course there was a 30% discount. My main debit card declined because it’s for food, gas and such, leaving me with no other choice but to use my other card, which was recently implemented by the state for faster transaction and better monitoring.
It’s supposed to be for Maw’s birthday and as a replacement for the old bag, which was shredding due to the cheap material Made in China. The bags are too heavy after stuffing with our junk. The open center is useful and the two zippered compartments are secured and spacious enough to add more junk. I like my pocket bag better: it is lightweight and over the shoulder, unlike the other two luggage-like burdens.
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~You will die. (per an old black and white show on "The Twilight Show")
~Contributing more Plinky Prompts will keep the un/deremployed busy.
~Merging databases with answers from Plinky Prompts and contents from WordPress.com will make Flynn happy.
Sarku Japan at Valley Fair, San Jose, CA. The meal comes with meat (chicken, shrimp and/or beef), veggies and default of steamed rice, with fried rice or soba noodles for $0.50 extra each. Soba is okay but not great. Chicken is tasty!
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WordPress.com is smart. I just tried to post a comment with the word “brilliant”. I got this message via the “wp-comments-post.php” page:
“Duplicate comment detected; it looks as though you’ve already said that!”
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How cool is that?
The color scheme for Theme: Fruit Shake by Automattic is “Banana Brown” and it works out well with the customized header image (down by the river) and so does the brown texture of the background, unlike the large image of “The Shepherdess” which can be distracting, keeping my eyes busy. And for those with the impatience of hot air, this theme will prove to calm and sooth the reader into relaxation. Ooo! Wee! I just discovered that the narrow width “auto-fits” when the web browser is stacked! Now that’s a plus for my weblog! Now I’m feeling the urge to eat my dessert of ice cream and banana!
The parakeets were screaming for food the whole day. Like Michelle Obama, I wanted these birds to eat healthy. But they refused. And so I intentionally tested their intelligence and will-power to eat the fruity pellets of green, yellow and red. Instead, they expected to be fed their regular diet seeds.
So every hour, I place VERY minimal amounts of seeds mixed with pellets in their container. But after each fill, the baby boy would scream for more food. You see, the eldest bird is limping from possibly a broke right foot/leg or from pain of a fatty liver. My goal is to put these birds on a crash diet.
Since I couldn’t stand their suffering, I offered a little bit more for tonight. They gorged their crop on seeds and hopefully will have a good night’s sleep until tomorrow’s exercise of “feed me now”!
Hallelujah! I’m bored again! Praise the Lord! There’s nothing to do here at home but here the old timers snap at each other. We bought a box of doughnuts and some food from King’s Eggroll. Laundry and ironing was done. Dusting with an old, green and tattered rag and water cleaned the furniture. Vacuuming was done in violence as I mercilessly dragged the stupid vacuum cleaner across the carpeting upstairs. A late afternoon nap was taken but very short. Dinner and rosary were done, too.
