Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • 20190214-1120-Blog

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    Lowrider Culture & Society Discussion

    Join us this Saturday as we continue our lowrider event series at the King Library.

    In an era of social and political turmoil, lowriding emerged both as an artistic style and a statement of resistance. Explore the history and social significance of lowriding with its salient thinkers.

    This panel event will feature:
    Arturo Villarreal, Author & Professor at Evergreen Valley College
    Denise Sandoval, Professor, Chicana/o Studies, CSU Northridge
    Mario Madrid, Son of Sonny Madrid (Founder of Lowrider Magazine)

    Saturday, Feb. 16, 3 – 5 p.m.
    Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Library
    2nd Floor, Room 225

    https://www.sjpl.org/blog/story-and-king-san-josés-lowrider-culture-1

    “Story and King: San José’s Lowrider Culture” Exhibit
    December 15, 2018 — March 31, 2019
    King Library: 5th Floor Special Collections Exhibit Area

    https://www.sjpl.org/king

    Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Library
    150 E. San Fernando St.
    San José, CA 95112
    1-408-808-2000

    Monday, February 18: Branch Libraries are closed for President’s Day, but King Library is open.

  • Is there a cure for stupidity?

    Is there a cure for stupidity? Nope.

    “Stupid is as stupid does.” ~Forrest Gump

    If you had a million dollars to reduce stupidity where you live, how would you spend it?

    I first would round up the stupid ones of all ages, put them on a train and haul them to FEMA camps for indefinite detention. But that’s only a fable story.

    An alternate solution could be: Just don’t have children and abort the ones that will be known to have defects. And use the ones with disabilities to do simple tasks for businesses.

    Another alternate solution could be: Let them live and continue to fool them into believing that everything is fine and dandy and that a savior will come (after thousands of years) to save the day and night.

    —

    http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/12/10/is-there-a-cure-for-stupidity/

  • When is it ok to strike first?

    It is okay to strike first when death is within inches of your life/person. Would you rather stand still and accept a frying pan to the head? Or would you rather dodge the bullet?

    Obviously, the will to survive is strong and therefore to strike first MUST happen when the actual weapon has been deployed and NOT before idle words of empty threats.

    That’s why I would prefer ICBM to intercept any missles over pre-emptive strikes upon the environment. If all diplomatic means to resolve differences cannot be achieved then strike back.

    If the person giving the order could be stopped from pressing the red button, that’s better then having a bigger mess to clean up in the event of an exchange with nuclear arms.

    —

    http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/11/23/when-is-it-ok-to-strike-first/

    In our individual lives, and international politics, when is it acceptable to strike first? Is it ever ok? Or are there only special circumstances that justify it?

    Have you ever attacked someone first? How do you feel about it now? Or are there times in your life that you used restraint, that now, looking back, you wish you hadn’t?

  • Spiritual conspiracy…

    While trolling a thread on the EW site, I came across the following content by an “unknown author”:

    On the surface of the world right now there is
    war and violence and things seem dark.
    But calmly and quietly, at the same time,
    something else is happening underground
    An inner revolution is taking place
    and certain individuals are being called to a higher light.
    It is a silent revolution.
    From the inside out. From the ground up.
    This is a Global operation.
    A Spiritual Conspiracy.
    There are sleeper cells in every nation on the planet.
    You won’t see us on the T.V.
    You won’t read about us in the newspaper
    You won’t hear about us on the radio
    We don’t seek any glory
    We don’t wear any uniform
    We come in all shapes and sizes, colors and styles
    Most of us work anonymously
    We are quietly working behind the scenes
    in every country and culture of the world
    Cities big and small, mountains and valleys,
    in farms and villages, tribes and remote islands
    You could pass by one of us on the street
    and not even notice
    We go undercover
    We remain behind the scenes
    It is of no concern to us who takes the final credit
    But simply that the work gets done
    Occasionally we spot each other in the street
    We give a quiet nod and continue on our way
    During the day many of us pretend we have normal jobs
    But behind the false storefront at night
    is where the real work takes a place
    Some call us the Conscious Army
    We are slowly creating a new world
    with the power of our minds and hearts
    We follow, with passion and joy
    Our orders come from the Central Spiritual Intelligence
    We are dropping soft, secret love bombs when no one is looking
    Poems ~ Hugs ~ Music ~ Photography ~ Movies ~ Kind words ~
    Smiles ~ Meditation and prayer ~ Dance ~ Social activism ~ Websites
    Blogs ~ Random acts of kindness…
    We each express ourselves in our own unique ways
    with our own unique gifts and talents
    Be the change you want to see in the world (Mahatma Gandhi)
    That is the motto that fills our hearts
    We know it is the only way real transformation takes place
    We know that quietly and humbly we have the
    power of all the oceans combined
    Our work is slow and meticulous
    Like the formation of mountains
    It is not even visible at first glance
    And yet with it entire tectonic plates
    shall be moved in the centuries to come
    Love is the new religion of the 21st century
    You don’t have to be a highly educated person
    Or have any exceptional knowledge to understand it
    It comes from the intelligence of the heart
    Embedded in the timeless evolutionary pulse of all human beings
    Be the change you want to see in the world
    Nobody else can do it for you (Mahatma Gandhi)
    We are now recruiting
    Perhaps you will join us
    Or already have.
    All are welcome
    The door is open

    (Please feel free to copy and share this timeless piece!)

  • 20111111-Noticing Numbers

     

    For those who understand eternity as one long, drawn-out fart, today (depending on your timezone location) is supposed to be 11/11/11 (or November, eleven, twenty-eleven). Those are six numbers of “one” in a row.

    At 1:03pm, I was trolling an article via my online reader. And on the bottom of this article there was an image of the American dollar bill. The back side of this dollar bill showed 11:11. The number “one” appears on all four corners on this side of the paper money.

    I never noticed before until now. That must mean I am slow to understand how insignificant one day means to infinity. And I don’t understand why some Jewish masons believe that the capping the Giza pyramid with their symbol is supposed to save the world.

    Again, for those who time travel, that’s non-sense.

  • 20111106-More Spooks

    I’ve downloaded “Android‘s leading compass”. When I open this app, I noticed that the address belongs to the divorced nutter living next door to us. That means my location might be hidden and the energy waves are being directed at the wrong house, thanks in part to Shrimpsei’s CB, which is located due south of 180 degrees and near the corner of the shared fence next door to us.

  • Shiny steel beams…

    Hangar One in Moffett Field is looking good. Today, the “front” part of the hangar has its outer skin removed to reveal what appears to be shiny steel beams, I think but I’m not sure just from looking. I couldn’t resist the urge to take a couple of photos of this historic undertaking by the government. One was on 10/19/2011 at 12:01pm and today’s was taken on 10/23/2011 at 10:21pm. (One is a better photo via Flickr.)
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  • Grim Gospel…

    What I like about attending mass are the Biblical passages. Most don’t make sense and are down right bloody and violent.

    In today’s Gospel, I would interpret the atmosphere being fried by the removal of the ozone layer (as per last night’s show on the History Channel about the end of the earth).

    But I see the usual numerical values of 1/3 and 2/3, in which households/families are divided among themselves: I am not surprised because the boy prefers hanging around the Chinese than his Filipino heritage. Wow.

    Anyway, here is the Biblical passage for reference.

    Luke 12:49-53

    49 I am come to send fire on the earth; and what will I, if it be already kindled? 50 But I have a baptism to be baptized with; and how am I straitened till it be accomplished! 51 Suppose ye that I am come to give peace on earth? I tell you, Nay; but rather division: 52 For from henceforth there shall be five in one house divided, three against two, and two against three. 53 The father shall be divided against the son, and the son against the father; the mother against the daughter, and the daughter against the mother; the mother in law against her daughter in law, and the daughter in law against her mother in law

  • Building new cabinet…

    Carpenters. Engineers. Maternal side and/or paternal side, respectively.

    Earlier tonight during the GOP debate, Maw and I brainstormed on the new cabinet. No. It’s not wooden. But to be made out of people. We already had in “mind” the following:

    • health, a doctor;
    • education, an adopted mother;
    • president, a older brother and;
    • vice-president, a younger brother.

    Now I just visualize who would have been good for the following positions:

    • security, a gun slinger.

    My brain stopped afterwards.

  • Tell the truth…

    Actually, both the boy and the girl told the truth about details that didn’t cause my being to judge them. They just told the truth — plain and simple. And for more sensitive listeners, the brutal honest was too much to bear.

    What would happen if the fat bastard REALLY told me the whereabouts of my darn hard work? I heard half-truths already and I had to “swallow” it — bitterly. And there was no turning back because he had the responsibility to be honest.

    Will TPTB and pals ever tell the truth? Maybe, if (and only if) the more sensitive recipients are prepared to accept the truth without going insane/through denial and end up hurting themselves and others.

    Sad to say, it worked fine by me. I sense the ones with the most problems are the ones pointing out the problems and that is supposed to be good. Because soft tyranny won’t be tolerated. I’m talking about those who don’t let troubles bother them — their world of perfect bliss.

    “What’s your problem? Why can’t you let me live my life without you interfering?” ~Cried the boy.

    “Because you won’t listen to the truth.” ~Cried the OLD family.

    As so the war continues until both sides take a hint. No one is going anywhere or getting off this planet until y’all figure out how to tell the truth…

  • Karmatic life…

    As per the “Memo” apps via my cellphone at 13:49pm, we were eating lunch and watching the History Channel on karma.

    I recall that buck-teeth Landy and how he once told me LONG AGO that someone read his palm(s). According to the woman who read Landy’s palm(s), she told the creep that he would reincarnate as a dog. He got VERY angry at what the woman said and spat with his saliva spewing forth through his buckteeh and FOUL mouth when he told me LONG ago.

    The televised cable show mentioned how one’s karma could be good or bad and that death is inevitable. The light at the end of the tunnel is NOT heaven but the rebirth through a mother’s womb. Depending on a previous life, the soul who has been bad/evil/naughty will have a lifetime of torture or be reborn as an animal.

    The goal of any soul is a chance to be reborn as a human and a to choose their parents. Unfortunately for Landy, he and that fat bastard deserve to be reborn as animals (such as a chihuahua with lots of warts and wild tuffs of hair on it mangy body) and never human for screwing the lives of people on the grounds of serving themselves first and Mammon, too.

  • Naughty people…

    I just made the same three phone calls: head hunter, puss heads and fat bastard. So far, there is no response. I couldn’t hear the first name of the head hunter and will expect either a phone call and/or email. The puss head didn’t bother asking me if she answererd all my questions and hung up on me too quickly. The fat bastard is normally good about returning calls.

    Earlier this morning at around 9:00pm, Paw was being clueless. He (and I) happen to be very quiet and would spook Maw by standing behind her. I no longer torture the old woman in such a mischievous way because of her medical condition. And because I’m a TI and really sensitive about my SPACE and air, I showed Paw the bottom of my left slipper while attending the oven toaster. He kicked the bottom of my slipper in retalaition and grabbed the plate of toast to place on the table behind us.

    So there you go folks. Paw may be nice and quiet. But as mentioned in my old blog entry, he is violent just like the rest of my paternal trait. As a result, I ignored him while eating breakfast and washing up and went outdoors to do some yard work in the back yard.

    At 10:20am, the old fart wanted us to go to the bank to deposit his loan repayment/birthday gift from me and to return three raincoat ponchos (red, green and blue) to the Home Depot where we bought those over the weekend. I just didn’t feel right about hanging around with abusive and controlling people.

    After eleven slong years, this is what men have done to me: take everything I got; entrap me indoors from the “real world” where sinners laugh and saints cry and reward/punish me only because it amuses them. I am trying to recall anything during my childhood and growing years. But nothing important stood out.

    Respect has been replaced with resentment. Love has been replaced with disgust. And family unity has been a farce, only to put up/tolerate each other until death knocks at our doors.