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  • Shutdown Government

    While still chewing my food and after watching Neil Cavuto on televised cable programming a few seconds ago, I ran upstairs to enter this thought: the government MUST shut down as planned! The exceptions, of course, are the emergency crew and pals, such as police, fire, search/rescue, search/recovery, internet security, national security and such.

    Everything else that doesn’t affect us hard-working, tax-paying American citizens include low level functions, such as repetitive data entry clerks, customer phone service representatives and those nasty postal clerks. Include those that are dumb and stupid and that annoy customers, too. Those that pretend to work when in fact they are just sleeping on the job, must stop working and go away.

    We are tired of deceitful tactics of the Democrats. Don’t let the recent fuel tear from the Southwest airlines prevent the air traffic controllers from working normally. For all we know, the unions are trying to weasel their way back into the airline business. I no longer wish to hear about what had already happened and wonder if the laws would ensure that airliners follow strict rules. If the parts are old, replace it, duh!

  • Day 2: Left Uncounted

    Usually, I can be a friendly person. But just because my PERSONAL weblog comes across as nasty MOST of the time, it is my only outlet to my frustration towards TPTB and pals as rants and it doesn’t mean I cannot get along. Without the patience of the twosome at the home front, I would seriously be homeless. Without the pleasantries of people bidding me fond farewell of my “temp job from hell”, I would surely make unnecessary noise online.

    But now I’m “free at last”. Thank, God! I’m free at last. Alas, I’m not out of the woods. Since I would like to continue “a path”, I had to file. So at around 11:38pm tonight, I pressed the submit button. Sure, I worked hard and paid into the system in the form of taxes. Now I expect something to return as does the effects of karma and doing good.

    Hopefully, the process would go smoothly; for I’ve entered each field rather QUICKLY but most accurately. Computers can be so dumb. But it did flag me when I didn’t answer one from the initial set of questions. That’s why there is the follow-up “Telephone Interview” that goes along with collecting what belongs to everyone – sort of like “spreading the wealth”, if you will.

    Yes, I’m too dumb to be an entrepreneur. But I’m smart enough to have a creative spirit. For example, we have or will let go of a property called “Pantay”. It used to have lots of tall trees. Our impoverished relatives sold those trees for quick cash. Now the land of my great, (great?) grandparents have been rented out as as a DUMP SITE!

    I want that piece of real property back! I could call it: “Flynn’s Recycling Center”. I’d pay cash to those who would gather garbage throughout the surrounding areas and hopefully find companies in China and pals that would turn my garbage into a renewable source of fuel and other useful by-products. But I don’t have capital, support from the “network”, or the logistics to make that dream come true.

    Like both sets of my LATE grand-parents, I too will let everything fall into probate and back to the government, of which taxes were paid by my maternal grandmother’s business efforts and via grandfather’s pension from the UNITED STATES ARMY long ago! Therefore, those ancestral lands should partly belong to AMERICA, not the Philippines! So there’s another failed dream – the wealth and resources of my land meant to feed the people ends up as a desolate reflection of sell-outs to modern conveniences. I hate you all. You all can die for all I care!

  • 20110402-Pet Parakeet

    I was feeling sad for Bully-Boy. I had discovered he had placed his blue feathers inside the nest box. I think he wanted his egg to hatch but YeYo didn’t want to sit on it. I was hoping she’s eat it for nourishment of calcium from the eggshell and protein from the yolk. It looked viable but she is not interested. I think Bully wanted the egg to be warm for hatching.

  • Day 1: Left Uncounted

    It’s good to be home again. Drove the three of us to this morning’s mass, ate breakfast of toasted bread; steam veggie tempura, which is best warmed by steam and not by microwave; and freshly brewed Starbucks Tribute Blend™ coffee, and finished using the electric blower for the backyard, side alleys and front yard at 12:45am, upon which I saw one black crow alighted upon the eucalyptus branch to my right. The OtterBox is buzzing away and I assume my spirit guide came to say: “Hello”. But he was hiding and couldn’t see me bowed my head through the blinds of the upstairs window to my computer room.

  • Powerful Message

    It may be up to us to effect the changes we want and need. But it is also “God’s will” to allow these heartless entities more time to learn how to regain their souls, if any. That’s why people continue to pay into the system with their own lives, if necessary.

  • 20110331-Driving Olders

    Paw wants the three of us to attend morning mass early in order to get parking! I’m glad to be chauffeur once again to the elderly. It’s much safer on the roads especially when people don’t have jobs or health insurance. We don’t want a bloody mess of people everywhere, like what happened today. The radio hosts reported that someone ran over a rebar, which flew through the air and impaled someone who was driving a car. She bled to death while the emergency crew extracted the karmic debt from her body.

    It’s especially safer to drive when chauffeurs drive the elderly, who are not fast enough and VERY slow in driving, calculating the distance between the car and the front and reacting to dangerous obstacles on the road. That’s why I didn’t care if I had to be unemployed again.

  • Hugging Aura

    Today I’ve received two hugs from the “Tai Chi Master”. The old guy is a friggin’ dog! What’s up with these people? It’s a good thing that I left that company. I swear! I’m not into multiculturalism or faggotism. They’re freaks, friendly or not! Just go away and hug your own kinds! Geez! Creepy!

    Anyway, I broke the news to him this morning in the break area 255. He was shocked and so was this older Asian lady who had a strange way of putting eyeliner far below the hairline of her lower eyelids. The stocks went up and then suddenly down. I don’t know what happened but it’s reality. (Hehehe!)

    So prior to 5:30pm, one temp actually came over to shake hands and wish me good luck. Four more other full-time guys from this department did the same. And then the “Tai Chi Master” came over to shake my hand twice again, gave me his business card, and got another hug! The temp girl wanted us to walk downstairs.

    After reading the Mew Meister’s re-posted article about “Twin Flames, Sexuality and Your Aura” on the purple-colored, WW forum site, I’m not buying into the original author’s twisted tale. I do like reading about “weird stuff” but if living life to the fullest means to trim a morality standard, I won’t care. Does that mean I’m a virgin? Nope! I means I didn’t feel a thing! Get it? Stop messing with the truth, people!

    Just shaking hands tells me a lot the person. One hand felt bony and not “human” enough. A couple of people with “crispy” palm texture were vibrating at reptilian levels. (Long ago, I had shook hands with two VERY tall “legal warriors” who are watered-down “Christ-followers”, or merely Mormons from their little photo prayer card of the primary Temple on a counter display. Their hands were definitely vibrating “crispy”). The rest felt normal to the “human” touch.

    As for the hugs I cannot tell if they are sincere or sucking out my life force. I’m still trying to figure out who is my “twin flame”, seriously. I have not clue but continue to send him/her/it/whatever love, if any left, or if hugging a relative of said “twin flame” is close enough. How does it make you feel to be cheated?

    It doesn’t feel good! Huh? Try telling that to a rape victim. I should know. It’s not nice. But it’s not nice to “die” telling a lie. And that’s what I didn’t like with the Muslim journalist. I actually was glad that her fellow Muslim women clobbered her and covered her face. It’s such a shame to do so in public.

    She accused Qaddafi’s regime of raping her. In tonight’s very brief segment on televised cable news sell-out, the alleged “rape” victim (I don’t know if she was the same one), claimed that one of the soldier wiped her face gently and told her repeatedly the word: “mort” or death as in she would die. She should die for being part of TPTB. Women get raped throughout time. It won’t change and why should it now?

    Now, if people cheat and rape or become the opposite on the receiving end (no pun intended here), wouldn’t that mean they are “balancing” the karmic debt? I think so and that’s why we need to forgive each other because, essentially, you either sign up for the assignment and forgot or made to never remember or that you intentionally chose the “low road” to bring others down with you.

    Either way, it’s good to hug and send loving intentions thereby negating anything unwanted.

  • Not Paradise

    Whenever I hear of people rave about going to Hawaii for vacation and their eyes light up in wonder from astonishment and just from hearing that place, they are disillusioned. They don’t know how the people sold out to the “foreigners” and now those “abominations” have intermarried and bred with other excommunicated and exiled criminals and pals to product more “abominations”. It’s not paradise, you fools! Criminals are living there from the Japanese and other Asian emigrants to other former communists and dictatorial regimes.

    Have you noticed the constant distraction going on with the Middle East via mainstream media, a sell-out to TPTB? We already know of the oil-rich countries in Africa. One must look into the likes of the South American continent especially the country of Brazil and other places that deserve “investigation”, such as other Islamic countries. They do have quite an influence internationally, which would explain why someone from Malaysia would dare send a couple of email messages from his work to my personal email address and wrote “my dear”, which is an affection of all sorts.

    And I was only a temporary worker, contracted for nine months at that “temp job from hell”. Now that I’m free, I will enjoy watching Obama and pals make a mockery of my cable and televised programmings. It’s getting ridiculous but nonetheless quite entertaining. Instead of “fixing” what isn’t broke, people are lead to believe the worse is yet to come and that a savior will come to make everything better. That almost sounds like a medicine that no children would like to swallow. It’s bad enough to sell paradise when nature itself is being over-run by us giants.

  • Remove Cookies

    It’s good to do a “full scan” of your computer system. There is a filename called “ad.yieldmanager.com”. It’s a “tracking cookie”. Here is what the article says about this file:

    Is ad.yieldmanager.com spyware?

    Although ad.yieldmanager.com is not considered spyware or malware, in the hands of an attacker it can prove to be harmful. So it’s up to you if you want your surfing habits or sensitive information to be shared across multiple domains or sold to third-parties for malicious purposes.

    So what do you do? Delete the file and block the cookie from the browser:

    • For Internet Explorer: Tools > Internet Options > Privacy > Sites: type in yieldmanager.com > Block.
    • For Firefox: Tools > Options > Privacy > Use custom settings for history > Exceptions > Address of web sites: type in yieldmanager.com > Block.

  • 20110331-Nice Folks

    Besides the brief hug from Mike this morning while I still had my uneaten plate of bagel, Amy L. from maintenance just came by my desk and told me she had received my “farewell” email but she doesn’t know computer. In her best English, she said I was good. And then she wrote down her phone number on the yellow sticky note.

    She looked different because her haircut is better, making her hair not stick out of her head like before. I’ll miss her too. She designs “motherboards”, by the way.

  • 20110301-Eating Out

    My tummy hurts! There wasn’t enough space for both the temp girl’s BIG bagel this morning and little Theresa’s 7-inch Philly’s Original Mushroom sandwich for $7! I only ate half and some of the “Onions Rings” and “Garlic Fries” for the twosome to “sample” tonight. She gave me the remaining share of the “Sweet Potatoe Fries” to take home, too, I know! The food will be cold but it’s still good!

    Then she got me two “Marble Pound Cakes” for $1.95 per piece and a small coffee of the day at Starbucks. But Gary A. (the middle guy at work) took my bag in error! He was to my right but I didn’t take notice of his presence. At least he was slowly getting into his car while talking on the cellphone; and I was able to make the exchange. I told him that I missed including him in my “farewell speech” yesterday morning.

    And within one hour from 11:30am to 12:30pm, we had finished lunch. The two bags of food are waiting in the car, which is cooking hot but it’s okay because it’s still good!

    I tried repaying the temp girl with the loose bills from little Theresa but it looks like no one wants to accept my repayment for their kindness. So with all do respect, I could only send my heartfelt blessings to Mother Theresa, Mike the Greek God, the thoughtful, temp girl and whoever made me feel welcome. Oh! And to Steve: Smile and don’t be sad!

    Despite my overall unfriendly tone of my blog, please disregard my frustrations. Y’all are nice after all. So that’s how it feels to interact with nice people who share food and support emotions. Anything more is not “needed”.

  • 20110330-Eating Out

    So during lunch yesterday, the LOUD wise crack made a quote, which I forgot! It has something to do with a cook. The general interpretation is: “You get whatever the cook prepares”. In other words, we get no choice as in the place to celebrate the temps farewell party.

    I would crack: “I wanted hotdog!” Of course, I was trying to tease the guys. Then the temp girl suggested a Costco hotdog, which is good but one cannot refuse the large drink that comes with the order. Wow!