Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • Front leg sliced…

    During one shower session, I felt a slight soreness towards the front/anterior portion of my leg. But I didn’t think much of the pain because of MIND CONTROL. A few minutes ago, I had let Maw take a look at my itchy redness atop my right foot where HAIR grows. She applied an ointment worth $200.00, if regular sized. Then Maw discovered a red-colored, two-inch mark on my lower leg, just above the left ankle. It was a red-colored, two-inch cut from middle going upward and outward in an angle.

    I’ve done a rough measurement of my wound by lining up a straight edge from a small white piece of notepad paper and drawing a line from left to right and stopped arbitrarily by tracing where the edge of my tape was place by Maw. Then I pulled up a generic image of a protractor and tried to line up where the “begin” should be and the degree fell between 30 to 45 degrees. Bahahaha!

  • Mother’s boy…

    “She’s the mother. No matter how bad her boy is, she still loves her son.” Uncle Ben told me about “Minh” the last time we visited for three hours.

    It’s true. I see it here at the home front. While the boy lived under this roof, the Maw would try to get through his thick skull full of mush. Although some mother really sound awfully mean and unloving, usually the one they fight with the most is well connected at heart. Anyway, that’s my take: fighting for a love not receprocated. Yeah. That’s the ticket.

  • Ghostly car beepings…

    At 6:22pm tonight, I heard something from the garage. It was Paw’s Mazda Protoge! It beeped twice softly and then paused.

    I got up from loading the washed clothes into the dryer, opened the door leading to the garage and saw the inside light was open while the parking lights flashed: It did it twice more before I ran inside the house to fetch Paw’s keys inside the drawer!

    I ran back into the garage to hear it still beeping twice each seconds with the same amount of pause in between. With the remote key, I mananged to “unlock” it, “lock” it and then “unlock” to be sure.

    I left the garage light on and continued loading the dryer and washer. After a few minutes, I turned off the lights and closed the door leading to the garage door. The wash room area is located adjecent to this door.

  • 20110502-My Bad

    I hate home life, really. Do you think having two wonderful elders is the best thing in the world? Yes. No. Yes, because there is much love, food, shelter and other amenities, such as parakeets and a garden. No, because there is the nagging. That’s right! One happens to nag; while the other doesn’t complain. One won’t stop doing too much; while the other would rest and contemplate. One wants constant acknowledgement and recognition. The other doesn’t care. I’m the latter. You can guess which bio-unit is the former.

    My veins are popping out. It means the body has over worked and therefore over heated. It aches and thats rare. Why? Because the nagger won’t shut-up. It’s the last resort pill for those with severe asthma. Guess which pill that happens to be? And when someone has injested that “healing potion”, it powers them up tremendously and calmer people like me will end up doing more than necessary. You see, home life here is secure. And the consequences are freedom and more of it.

    When it’s not your castle, creativity is limited to the homeowner(s). One cannot do whatever is desired — remove the old wooden and metallic fences, remove cracking and sliding cement work, replacing the roof, remove extra plants and containers, basically remove junk. Yup. Oh, joy!

  • M’aid day moi…

    Well, May 1st came and went. OBL is supposed to be dead. And I completely forgot about Beltane and Ba’al and didn’t know why I thought of transacting on a Sabbath Sunday evening (for a good cause, of course). I like to play games, especially word games. I see my last name in Ba’al. Don’t you?

  • 20110502-My Bad

    Because I failed to listen to reason from an “old soul” and refuse to use my common sense, I’m “bad, bad, bad — bad to the bones”. At 12:20pm, I left home and arrived early to the job interview at 1:00pm. My nearly NEW pants got snagged on a make-shift table made out of a HEAVY solar panel. In my mind, if several of these pieces were placed on an OLD residence with OLD housing material, I’m sure the roof would scream mercy. That was bad luck number one, besides my sharp rings making more snags on my dark-gray outfit!

    Two more bad luck manifested. The interview went well but I didn’t want the job. There were hardly anyone in the office and the cubicles are empty and DIRTY. I couldn’t understand how I would function in that job other than reseaching online. It’s was at best ambiguous and I’d have to use the phone, which is a yuch factor for me. I left a voicemail message on my headhunter’s voicemail after the interview and didn’t get a call back. I know why. Bahahaha!

    The last bad luck was my old car. It wouldn’t start after the job interview! With the hood popped open to allow the WEAK breeze to cool down the engine block and after several attempts at restarting the damn machine, I had to call a tow truck and spoke with Ashley! I wasn’t going to take a chance and have my vehicle stop in the middle of traffic! So after patiently waiting one hour, I called the boy for reference.

    After another hour, the tow truck driver came. It was already 3:00pm. After he finished hitching my car to the truch, we left the scene at 3:11pm. He got lost picking up my car and almost got lost dropping off my car. He relied on the voice-prompted internet for directionals instead of human knowledge. I gave him the street number as 255 and he kept giving the damn computer “255 […] Avenue”, when it should have been “2555 […] Street”.

    I told the guy to believe me but I guess he wanted to be sure. Bullshit! So both my car and I were dropped off at the repair place. Then, I called the boy, who picked me up. And I gave the two guys at the shop my cellphone number and Paw’s home number, in case they needed to reach me. But while waiting for the boy, I called my cellphone provider and upgraded my cellphone, along with a new 2-year agreement. I needed to move on with my life even if I had to wait another week for my principal!

    Yes. The repair may cost in the thousands, which could have been “food money”. Yes. My new communication device will cost hundreds more. But I really needed to get a job. But in order to get a job, I needed a car. In order to make sure I blog on the good, I needed a new cellphone. What’s next is up to TPTB and pals. And yes I know who will be the next president. And he isn’t a Scientologist but close enough, if you know what I mean. Bahahaha!

    Tip of the day: Do not rely on the computer. Buy a damn map made out of paper and read it! Don’t rely on people for directions. Learn to read a map. But make sure you get the CORRECT ADDRESS, down to the suite number, including the city, state and zip code! Get the phone number to the place of designation in case you get lost!

  • Special forces…

    “May the force be with you.” (Star Wars)

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    Well the whole world and most especially the familes of the victims of 9/11 should thank the US Navy Seals for killing a murderer — OBL. Go get them and more! Yee! Haw!

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    Now doesn’t that sit well with those who believe in love and light?

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    Addendum: Last edited by FLYNN on 20110502 at 06:17:50 AM UTC. Shouldn’t America go after those followers of extremism also? After all, they were the ones who did the HARD WORK, right?

  • No remorse…

    A crowd could be heard cheering near the White House: “USA! USA! USA!” Osama Bin Laden is dead. But is he? And why now? Under Obama’s watch? What’s the point? Does this event have something to do with the upcoming presidential election in 2012?

    In my mind, I was thinking for safe return of OBL and pals with their Allah and that these martyrs have done the best they could to wake up the people worldwide about USA and its affiliates. That’s right! You people can’t fool me! What’s going on this time? Huh?

    Anyway, Maw and I feel that something’s not right. Paw, however, continues to defend those who “reverse” the truth and reality. Maw was praying for the soul of OBL. When she tuned into MSNBC, thinking it was FoxNews, the headlines claimed that he has been killed.

    But the two of us wonder: Who did it? How did he die? Where exactly did he die? And where are the photos and/or videos as proof? In my mind and just like Sadaam Hussein’s “faked death”, TPTB and pals need something from us. But what?

    Why are TPTB and pals reminding the Americans about the 9/11 event? Isn’t that old news? Can’t you people get over it? What’s so significant about May Day today, which is really 5/2/2011 on the other side of the world? For me it’s “just another day without you.”

    I’m tired. But I’m still not understanding what’s going on, how I’m supposed to react and here I’ve responded.

  • 20110501-My Bad

    At 6:42pm, I was trying to do a good thing but for whatever reason I’ve not received an email yet. This is the first time EVER that I’ve NOT received an email from that “pal”. I guess Sunday is supposed to be a Sabbatical for any transaction. I was thinking earlier that Sunday is supposed to be a day a rest. You know, God making everything for six days and on the seventh day he rested. But today we worked on the empty lot of soil and, well, we enjoyed the EXCELLENT weather, which is now blowing some cold wind.

  • 20110501-Hard Working

    Doing yardwork is really HARD WORK! This is more fun that being a cubicle slave. My forearms, top of my feet and lower legs got tanned! That’s right! I could get DARK like most Filipino. As of yet, I have that pasty, white CHINESE look to my face, which is slightly red, like a red-neck.

    So my back has held out well while stooping down and standing up SEVERAL times. It especially was strong enough to sit long hours on a red stool “Stand up to be tall. Sit down to be short.” It has now cracked in the middle from my weight and BIG butt.

    I believe the callinestic exercises of SUCKING in the guts every which way helped to strengthen the back muscles, too. My joints are surprisingly stronger and almost painfree, espeically my feet and ankel areas. I’ve been walking barefooted around the place since my slippers do no justice to proper alignment of my bones.

    Plus, standing and sitting straighter helped aligned the spine and free up the caught nerves in the ligaments and muscles, too.

    Although I’m painfree, Maw tried to help rake, shovel and pick up debris. But she keeps experiencing shortness of breath. You see, she has a hole in her heart and a stent in not worth the trouble. Her prescribed medicines keep her alive longer and she keeps praying to stay alive for her family.

    As for Paw he is stong and NEVER complains or CUSSES frustrations, only until recently.

    So the three of us worked in union and well together and try not to get into each other’s way. One person has a strength in one area of straightening the bricks, the other has another function to perform digging and filling an empty hole and the another is better left holding the umbrella for the both of us, getting our Snapple drinks, hats and buckets for throwing debris away upon request.

  • Mindless Morons

    Doing business with Muslims is not very good. They are nasty and aggressive thugs. “You are too trusting”. Maw had said. But I didn’t say a word and listened with my ears and saw with my eyes. They come from outmoded cultures and when confronted with VERY DIRECT people, like Maw was yesterday to Kamal (or Ali), these morons think there is a fight. Their intelligence factor has met its match with the pile heap of dung. This could explain why they don’t mind killing each other.

    One is of African national — a very dark looking, but skinny guy. The other ias mentioned yesterday and today is of India national. Both have strong accents. But I’ve learned to counter their way of communication by gesticulating properly; raising my voice and getting into their faces, too. That’s why one cannot be too careful nowaday because people are too stupid to let go of their outmoded ways of thinking and going crazy during these difficult, economic times.

    In an OPEN forum discussion thread, I really let the spooks know that humans are nothing more than animals. As a species programmed for survival, people will hurt each other if hungry and thirsty. They will also hurt others if threat is upon their person and loved ones, too. I see how only saying VERY FEW words is safer than showing anger, but justified anger is necessary to get what you want done CORRECTLY.

  • Birthers Unappeased

    The “birthers” are doing their jobs well. Not only are they bringing to light the fact that “anyone could be president” is beyond measure. This means Natural Born humans can apply for the job. Being “natural born” or an “illegal alien” looses transparency by the actions of this person.

    On 04/27/2011, President Obama presented a COPY of his long form birth certificate. On on OPEN forum discussion thread, I did reply to seeing the pixilation and distortion around the section of “19a: Signature of Attendant”.

    In another thread of that same board, I replied to the similarity of signatures between Barry and the “Deputy of Registrar” on the Kenyan birth certificate, which is the valid version. The large letter “O” and trailing are so obvious.

    So based on the EY site I read two days ago, the editor is yet another tool of the trade. I don’t know how he could sleep much better knowing that a mere COPY is enough for him when for me it is clear as day — Obama was born in Kenya and it took the sell-outs in Hawaii to certify that he an American citizen. Now I know that the higher the site views, the consequences will follow. You’ll see.

    What I had hope to prove with three old threads was his blood relation to Indonesians, who are predominantely MUSLIMS. Everything else will fall into place and settle the matter to the “birthers”. Then again, I’ve read the guy has a family background as operatives, which could explain the lack of disclosure of his past.