So I was watching FoxNews and a question came up on the headline: “How would you cut spending?” First, I would stop using AirForce One and use my own money to go on vacations instead of letting the taxpayers foot the bill. Second, I would cut spending on military. When I use that word “military”, I meant defense of other ungrateful countries, which may or may not reciprocate America’s help. Third, cut domestic spending as far as abortion, for example. The other day a caller was talking about the “health of women”, which includes birth controls. Maw and I scream aloud among ourselves: “Close you damn legs, whore!” Fourth, cut out the rhetoric and admit you serve the purpose of maintaining the wealth that doesn’t belong to you. In other words, WTF are you still borrowing? Did you know TPTB and pals borrowed from me and has not yet materialized what I expected? That means their “loans” are in a sense my taxpayer’s money and/or via my hard-work from regular paychecks as monetary compensation, which ends up being taxed as a single allowance and shows up via W-2 forms. Got to go! Paw keeps knocking on the wall from downstairs and yelling at me! Good luck!
Tag: flynnspaws-old
Resurrecting Uncategorized Private posts with Tag flynnspaws-old. 20250106-1315 PST at Original count 4,546.
-
Isle Treasures
Pua melia
A flower behind the left ear means being taken or married, behind the right ear means still available.—
I guess I’ll never get to wear a real one thanks to TPTB and pals.
-
Curly Bulbs
As Paw and I walked throughout the wide expanse of the mall, I noticed how bright the lights were indoors to some of the stores. Sears in Eastridge Mall, for example, is so hot that the air was stuffy and would be too warm for much “well-insulated” people in that part of town. But since I’ve lost some weight and managed pain much better through MIND-CONTROL, I was able to flit across the aisles with much excitement and ease. There were lots of fluorescent bulbs used in that store and also Bed and Bath Beyond, too!
What I didn’t like were those bulbs that were piercing to the eyes. When sensitive eyes are not able to adjust to abnormally intense and bright lighting, that’s how people get headaches, especially migraines and probably due to dehydration just from breathing the stale, un-circulated indoor air! High-intensity bulbs give off that WHITE glow that can hurt my eyes and I don’t like it. I saw lots inside a clothing stores meant to attract teenagers. I don’t know how the store clerks could tolerate being indoors with the unnatural lighting!
I want my incandescent bulbs, now! But sunshine is by far the best lighting “EVER”!
-
Twenty-Twelvish
So last night Maw was watching her “History Channel”, a well-paid form of entertainment and far from archeologically correct! And the show was about two twins predicting events surrounding December 21, 2012. One twin died: He was kept awake for 14 days straight from “beyond”. Maw seemed more recently to take these “doom and gloom” shows more credibly than what the boy and I try to tell her: Neither of us feel anything will happen on that day.
No ancient civilization has escaped the influence of drugs and possessions, whereby disinformation was etched into rocks and such for prophecy by future generations. It’s insane to work up the dummies to disappointment, namely the Illuminati, Jehovah Witnesses and pals:— Quit visiting our front door! Dammit! Get off our property! Take us off your list, you damn Flips! Stop giving us your damn reading materials! Morons!
Anyway, I tried to explain to her that I’m getting conflicting data regarding 12/21/12. Again, I sense nothing but “just another day without you” (a song). By they way and if it’s true that most people (namely 83% of Muslims on that side of the world) are NOT very educated, come out of their caves to collect government subsistence and go back home to live for another day while the funds dry up and wait for the next hand-out.
Having said that and per today’s FoxNews segment on people’s behavior, 96% people are VERY gullible and will electrocute victims to an (obviously fake but) blood-curdling scream — just for MONEY!
-
20110412-Shopping Stuff
Well, while I’ve donated stuff, Paw and I ended up buying stuff! It’s insane to get rid of stuff just to accumulate even more stuff. But this stuff is for sleeping. We went to Anna’s Linen and I thought that matching brown comforter set would replace Maw’s pink ones. But I wanted a cotton/polyester blend. After Paw bought his six Dust Devil filter for the heater (12x24x1) and galvanized wire for gardening, we went to Eastridge Mall.
Our first stop was Macy’s, it had two nice designs for $75 each! But they were 100% cotton, which is known to shrink. The thread count is nominal at 200; while the thicker and better ones have more thread counts. Our second stop was Bed and Bath Beyond, but they had plain-colored styles and didn’t carry a fitted, vinyl protector for Maw’s XL Twin mattress. Her vinyl covering cracked last night. Our third stop was Sears, where I found an XL Twin comforter for over $50. They didn’t carry XL Twin sheets. Our fourth and final stop was JCPenny’s where they had the right blend and colorful sheets — two each for Maw and Paw. The set was $20 for one fitted, one straight and one standard/queen-sized pillow. Maw got colorful circles for one and the other colorful strips. Paw got bright blue and dark cream.
The shopping time took four hours of walk. Earlier today, I walked around the doctors’ offices for over 30 minutes. Maw’s doctor had arrived late from the hospital at 11:20am. We arrived at 10:20am. I was pissed! To Obama and pals, they should deduct points from doctor’s that make patients wait for more than 15 minutes! The system is a monopoly! I don’t like it! With that said, today’s mid-morning walk helped to warm-up and strengthen my legs after two weeks of less walking and for this afternoon’s shopping walk!
Of course, en route home bound, one black SUV tailgated me. I just yawned and let off the accelerator to let the skin-head of a Mexicano know NOT to mess with me. I just slowed my speed down some more when traffic was up ahead. I have learned to control my temper but still curse the fools for not realizing that most don’t have health insurance.
-
20110412-Donating Stuff
Well, after lunch and at around 2:00pm or so, Paw and I went out and left Maw at home. I took a wrong route and ended up at our designation: the Goodwill store, where I “donated” two bags of “libros” (or books) and one bag of clothes, mostly sweaters that ride up on my belly. But the sleeves are long. I figured the books would find a better home “outside” of the library system. I had planned on driving those in downtown San Jose, CA but it wasn’t worth the travel since our gasoline for octane rating of 87 ranges somewhere between $4.03 to $4.33 per gallon!
As for my Sony MCH-C70 Mini Hi-Fi stereo system, it was gently placed atop other electronic goods, such as a BIG television set and an old calculator. The two speakers, a reference manual, and a remote control, including 2-AA batteries, went along inside the BIG cardboard box. For awhile, the two cassette decks wouldn’t open after leaving a couple of tapes to “contact aliens”. The radio tuner and CD player worked fine. But when I tried to check if there was a CD this afternoon, the system turned on fine initially. But it responded slow. Thinking that it was “turned on”, I pressed the on/off button and it “turned off”. I tried to revive it manually several times but it didn’t respond. I tried the remote control but that didn’t work. I then plugged it into a different electrical outlet but the hi-fi was dead. R.I.P.
-
Bad Crows
At around 11:18am, I saw two black crows flying up past my computer room upstairs. I saw how they appeared to be chasing a smaller brown bird. I think the damn crows are hungry for some meat. So this is how the planet operates — give it up, your life is but food.
-
20110410-Dogma Flows
At 12:40pm, I had a bowel movement. The length was TOO long and green in color from ingesting “Kyo-Green” and water from GNC last night. As usual, I’d have some sort of reading material available during my toilet session.
This time, it’s the “Book of Mormons”. My fingers rifted through pages and my left thumb landed on ALMA 56:31-47, more specifically:
35 And it came to pass that when they had been informed by their spies, they came forth with their army and marched against us.
Of course, I saw 33 above it and below in the footer of: 47a-TG Birthright: Liverty; 47b-Akna 56: 17 (15-18).
—
Last night I read an article about the JDL (Jewish Defense League) as a form of “domestic terrorist group”. Of course, I was thinking about 9/11. But who cares? I don’t! As long as I turn food into poop, I’m good to go. -
New Sounds
Prior to the start of last night’s mass, the priest announced a new technology! The first two sections towards the front will be bombarded with radio wave frequency for the deaf! Besides the usually high amount of radiant energy going through the bodies of the faithful worshipers of the invisible forces by TPTB and pals, users with hearing aides (i.e. Bluetooth) can tune into a reception and hear the sermons better.
“Now isn’t that special!” as the Church Lady (Dana Carey from SNL) would express. It’s not so great because the people are messing around with the sound system. Tonight, the sounds of static (or corn gently popping without butter) could be heard throughout the mass. That’s not cool! So whoever didn’t plug the microphones properly will get their eyeballs gouged out!
I couldn’t concentrate on my passages from the distracting noise! But thanks to my hearing loss, it didn’t bother me that much. Hopefully, I will get an Opticon, courtesy of the twosome. The technology allows us deaf people to “[sort through the noise and understand the conversation]” with either a small microphone on the collar or around the neck.
If there is only a way to test the actual loss of nerves, that could narrow down the possibility that the mind of the deaf may have learned over a period of time to subjectively “tune out” noise, which include normal conversation. Up to this point it’s goes down to what the patient “hears” as loud enough.
-
Do Tell!
While still seated to digest this morning’s breakfast at around 10:03am, Paw was having fun discussing gays in the military. We were watching an old C-Span.org show from Thursday in which a panel of Senators and military personnel were present.
Paw mentioned that gays were present during his service in the Navy. Two disbursing clerks were caught in action and booted out of the military. One was black and one was white.
He also said that some showers were not private at all. And the gays were having a “field day” at the sight. But he did say his ship had partitions.
I feel that gays are serving in denial. It would better that they be open and honest of not just their sexual preference but sexual orientation. If the application forms have areas for gender and race, surely there should be some data collection for the gays.
Honestly, the military has a long tradition of “straight” service men and women. How can one march “straight” if they prefer to be more colorful and gay? It’s not fair for these “deviants” to conform when they cannot help themselves. They are not robots. They have feelings, too.
-
20110409-Sending Love
So after the spook left the scene northbound on MY long stretch of road at around 2:08am this morning, I relaxed enough to feel “shift” in my heart chakra upon which I sent out my loving thoughts to team orgasm and pals. The energy wave could be felt (or imagine because I was too sleepy) leaving sideways and outwards. And I kept that up for a few seconds until I fell asleep.
-
20110408-Junks Away
As mentioned already, the three of us went to the Goodwill store in Milpitas, CA and donated four bags of clothes and plastic hangers. The closets are still crammed full of old clothes. One plastic bin has been freed of — (I cannot remember now) of — (What was it) of — (Sheesh!) of — yes, old snowboarding clothing! That container is now stuffed full of Maw’s sweaters from the top shelf of her closet — to high for her and slightly out of reach for me. She didn’t care as she finished her dark-purple, acrylic-knitted cap, which has a dimple on the top, making it look like a nipple-cap! God!
So with less hangers and more room for the clothes to breath, there are still the stuffed animals and collectable dolls and figurines that could either be donated or resold for some much needed money. Who wants a couple of Amidala dolls? God! Then there are old books and other plastic containers and binders to keep or discard. It seems like these items could be used later on but somehow it’s not worth keeping anymore. It’s just easier to be without junk and definitely less stress.