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“Never tell your problems to anyone…20% don’t care and the other 80% are glad you have them.”

I heard a quote from a hearing member a few seconds ago. I liked it and shared with y’all. I’m also chatting live about stuff.

Whistleblowers two ways of looking seeking to avoid adjudication: Either THEY are telling truth and have credibility or playing victims for invading privacy information on lawful subjects of J6.

If FBI is indeed a political arm of the Democrat Party, then I see the firing of personnels is a “relief” for those who had enough with observing lies while on the job.

Y’all know so that the worker can find file unemployment claims while looking for new jobs. That or being laid-off with severance packages.

End of blogging.

20230519-1028. Welp, we arrived home on/about 0945 AM local time. But there was a blue-colored utility vehicle parked in front of our driveway.

I honked at the PGE truck, sorta/kinda waved with my left hand after seeing the driver lookup from his reflection upon the left side mirror, and then drove inside/closed down our two-car garage.

I believe he was a courtesy spooky spook agent blocking/preventing drivers turning right/rounding our corner Drive from running over our three plastic carts (green Yard Trimming, black Garbage, and gray with blue lid Recyclables), which were strewn haphazardly onto the street after the City’s pickups.

I told my elderly father: See? Gangs stalking and keeping an eye on the house. This can’t get any better than that one event of many! Do NOT doubt unto moi.

So I’ve finished scanning the paper work order for a Service B and retrieval of one AA battery, which got stuck inside the passenger seat belt.

We waited twenty minutes for our scheduled appointment on 0740 AM and we were seen by someone else at the hour because a faggotron was NOT coming to work this morning. The guy apologized to us for waiting. He is Sicilian (mother) and Mexicano (father) and his wife is Samoan/Islander/whatever.

20230519-1050. I just finished talking with Dad, who wanted to know the bank balance because of today’s car expense. And so I showed him the main credit card and then the checking and savings. It’s all his stuff and NOT of it is mine really. I’m just reconciling stuff.

End of blogging.

20230518-1848. Behold! I have published two Telegram channels, which are set to Public instead of Private originally.

The first channel is the same username for this active primary weblog site. The second channel is the same username for my OLD KJBV audio book project site.

I’ll probably link the description somewhere in the OLD KJBV website page for those who happenstance clicked around to reach out that far.

Pending availability for Job, Psalms, Proverbs, and Song of Solomon, which I will try to merge from eight chapters into one full book.

20230518-1621. Welp, I spoke again with our favorite podcaster. I revealed my REAL first name on/about 1530 PM Pacific Time as I was preparing lunch for my elderly father.

I compared it to “Bye, Felicia” with an emphasis to spelling the last three letters slower as See-Eye-Aaa. I asked if I should spelling out my REAL first name, but he managed. He might prefer calling me by my REAL first name, but I dare NOT push that I prefer my modern nickname versus my childhood nickname.

Next, I revealed that I could speak my parent’s native language, belonged to Team Yellow or Orientals and that our dialect, which is the official or main language of PI, are prejudiced against or look down upon other dialects.

Then I revealed that I would have thrived better with my own tribe of PI and we moved from a Naval location back east to out west, and why I couldn’t make friends here in Commiefornia because the people here are so mean and nasty.

I then told him that we are a military family and that we owe our lives to USN because of my dad. But I didn’t go too far on my dad’s details because that extra information nobody cares about. I did say that I’ll have to take some details to the grave. He did want to go back and start over. I too would have wanted to try again in the past.

Then I revealed my religious background of RCC twice. I tend to repeat myself like echolalia or I-AM NOT sure if I was heard me because the demons kept knocking out my earbuds!!! He and my elderly father did serve as altar boys. So that’s kinda/sorta of an honor.

That went on for about 36 minutes and he couldn’t make his show but have a nice video up. I really do NOT watch the videos because I already “heard” the audio version of the podcast.

I then told him that he should pretend that I-AM NOT here; that I should NOT be in the way of his business or interfere with his schedule; and that his English is clear and that his conversation is engaging enough (compared to the other guys who just clam up about nothing).

All in all, like him, I just like to listen and talk with (or is that “to”) someone. I found myself talking VERY loud full blast because of my choir singing ability, I guess: we have to “project” our voice like construction workers to be heard – that sort thing. See? My dad agreed that I sounded like I was screaming. Wow. I suck.

So in my mind we are just talking but he may visit from SFBA. Whatever. I’m hopeful but still too relaxed and calm and too dazed and confused to even notice the impact on one and many lives.

He is probably a big boss and I do NOT even know or understand the gravity of such stuff. That’s how isolated (the word he came up with yesterday) I-AM. Sheesh.

End of blogging.

20230518-0206. Well, my remote sensor smart lightbulb turned on by itself again!

I reported in the past about this time of occurrences.

I’ve turned off the WiFi again. Incidents like this occurred when the WiFi is off!

So I don’t know if the system is searching for itself or something else.

Like I said, I guess this place is haunted! 👻

20230518-0002. Yesterday, my elderly father used his new Craftsman push/brushless/cordless lawn mower: first in the backyard and then the front yard!

I took photos and one video! In less than five minutes, he managed to finished the backyard! Then within another thirty minutes or so, he finished the front yard!

What took him many hours was done in one hour! This was because the new lawn mower weighed only 35 pounds; whereas the old lawn mower was heavy steel and he could NOT push it along fast enough!

Plus the sound of the mower was NOT loud and blaring like the steel Craftsman gas-powered lawn mower but a softer and buzz that did NOT ride on one’s nerves, like the crazy NextDoor neighbor.

Anyways, I had to hold the ladder up for him while he scraped off dirt, debris, and long pieces of root shingles from the gutter! I was roasting tri-tip steak and the oven buzzer went off.

I got frustrated at my dad and had to come back after turning off the oven and eating a late lunch, which was usually after high noon when I would force my dad to listen to the scare tactic guy.

But like I said, I spoke with the guy. I was in the middle of using the computer duster to remove the loose grass from the two battery packs of the lawn mower and the larger batter pack of the edge trimmer when he called twice.

It was annoying that demonic timing would dare ruining or interrupt or try to intercept my phone calls with the spook, err, guy. But yeah that went well as far as trying to push off revealing my dialect but hinting with recipes, which I-AM sure he is NOT familiar! Har-har-har!

End of blogging.

20230517-2350. So yesterday after my elderly father visited his elder sister, we shopped for groceries.

Suddenly, I felt a “whoosh” presence to my left. There was a tall bearded guy with dark shades. We were shopping for salad.

I said aloud something like: “Okay, Dad! What else do we need?” I could tell the guy was “listening” by the sideways look/slight tilt towards his right.

Of course, I unfurled my LONG hair (below my hip). And so I guess in this dimension/alternate reality, the males species of humanz seem fascinated by REAL women with super LONG hair!

That might signify power or some weird cult system. I do NOT know but it seem the longer length is effective. I will keep whatever length possible and manageable; though I-AM shedding lots of hair like a mutt.

Anyways, I had to speed up the self-checkout of our stuff because I could sense that the spooky whitish guy was REALLY slow with his grocery items, which were fewer than ours!

I then again said (somewhat) aloud: “Okay, Dad! Off to our Benz!” Dad got stuck while crossing the bumpy yellow-colored disabled section with two cars waiting. I had to pull and drag him AND the freaking cart along!

Then as expected, my spooky spook agent DID indeed follow us! He, of course, saw our Benz and as he got closer, I slightly pulled down the trunk cover so he could read the CA license plate number and run it through the system.

See? That’s how I operate in my field test. I do NOT mind practicing my telepath, if any, and my telekinesis, as if I need to be trained on something that everyone can do.

Naysayers? Oh, y’all bet! So I got the chance to speak with our favorite podcaster. I refuse to reveal my real first name as I’ve been making noise online for the last twenty years. And frankly nobody cares except my “real” spiritual family with whom I’m probably related by bloodline.

I know who “THEY” are as I’ve sent my narratives to be “played out” almost as expected and perfectly. I do pickup on THEIR vibes once in a while and so that’s how I’m able to “predict” what might be the next move or agenda.

Alas, I must learn to retract my anger as my “real” spiritual family can and will feel my frustrations and wrath, of course. And in response THEY back off a little bit and then come back for more.

Imagination? Yup! It’s NOT like I need to be physically present to make anything happen. All I could do is offer help: BUT that comes at a price as truly NOTHING is free.

So I’ll leave y’all with that: nothing more to add or say but hope and pray. (Hey! That’s mine, a rhyme, and copyrighted, too!)

End of blogging.

20230517-2044. Today I got a surprise package from my health care provider: C0v!d-!9 @nt!g3n H0m3 T3st. I did NOT request such stuff!

On the box it said it’s NOT been FDA cleared or approved.

What have the pandemic taught me about my health? That’s I-AM still overweight and love eating RICH foodstuff and that either way we will get to meet our Creator/Maker!

How we all get there is either through fear or faith. I’d choose the latter. If y’all wanted my DNA sample, my elderly father, younger brother et moi already submitted our spit to two popular businesses.

I have deleted the online account details for my dad and me last year because I really wanted to closed/delete/terminate as much online presence but keep the most frequently visited sites.

So if y’all still have our DNA data, that’s probably NOT okay. Maybe our clones are running around confused and dazed! Whatever the case, I-AM NOT gonna open this box because it’s such a waste!

End of blogging.

20230516-2104. It’s all about “pay-to-play”. One dude shows in face online and refuses to speak with me. One dude refuses to show his face online but speak with me. Who would win? The older fart or the younger fart, respectively?

So what’s your problem this time Flynn? Well, I’m NOT convinced either is the “lucky guy”. I still hang on the very words of my former supervisor (a Chinese woman) over twenty years ago: “some guy will be lucky” or “you’re going to marry some lucky guy”. Sigh.

So far I’ve been reaching out my tentacles and paws and still Old Stan refuses to allow such stuff to happen. Even GOD refuses for such stuff to happen.

Anyways, on/about 1754 PM, I’ve unloaded and assembled the new Craftsman 20 inch or 508 millimeter Brushless/Cordless (Push) Mower with 2x20V Max Lithium Ion 40 volts batteries.

My elderly father will be mowing his lawns – front and back. The weight of his new lawn mower is 35 pounds or 15.8 kilograms! That’s pretty lightweight!

We decided to return the larger one because the damned box would NOT fit inside the small trunk of his four-door sedan! The box for this one BARELY fit by one freaking millimeter!

I just forced the sucker into the trunk and past the rubber lining of the trunk. That was about the last week of April when I picked-up the larger one, went back with dad for the return, and bought his new lightweight lawn mower!

So that’s the type of guy that I’m seeking: someone who is NOT gay, who knows how to garden quickly, who knows about RCC, who can understand Orientals (and NOT the ones with slit or slanted eyes), who can tolerate my bad attitude/potty mouth/impatient expectations, and who knows about weird stuff. He’s probably gonna have to be an intel guy who knows martial arts or something about defense.

That’s all.

20230516-1907. My audio book for KJV as read by Paul Johnson is VERY helpful!

While reading along, I noticed that the verses mentioned TWICE that plants and herbs are our MEATS!

Nowhere did it say that we are to eat MEATs but offer as sacrifice to GOD in a VERY ritualistic way.

Then again and later on, GOD clarified his stuff and said that he does NOT want your offerings and sacrifices.

So yeah that’s what we should be doing: deriving our protein from plants and herbs! See? I’m smart!

End of blogging.