Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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Describing my immediate surroundings towards the beginning and a twist to the tale or possible solutions to issues towards the end of some blogs and how they relate to my expectations of the world at large.

  • 20100519-More Spooks

    At 11:13am, our phone rang and the caller ID showed EXTERNAL CALL. I checked the Primary Account holder’s `Call Log` and found nothing.

    At 8:44am, I opened the front door to see a four-door, red sedan pulled up to pick up a boy, who waiting on our corner. He had straight locks of blond hair. The length of the hair was below the ear and not quite to the shoulders.

    Earlier this month, I think, the same boy was waiting at the same corner. For whatever reason, he ran down a `rue` and I tried very hard to follow him with my eyes. But he seem to have disappeared somewhere in front of the late pedophiles house. He was Mexican.

    As per one of my previous blog entry, the next door neighbor of the deceased was a South Asian Indian. He got in a confrontation with the son, David, whose mother defended the lad for being screwed up.

    It so happens that this Indian has a construction business. And one of his wheels rolled from the back of his red-colored heavy-load  trucks and into our side fence and broke it! The guy had to Mexicans with him and all three came by later on one day to fix it with fresh wood.

  • 20100519-Weathery Ways

    Today is beautiful! The sunshine is out. The skies are clear and blue. The air is cool but obviously too cold for old timers to open their front door to let in some fresh air. This explains why houses of the old are stuffy and stink.

    Yesterday was gloomy. The sunshine was hiding for awhile, came and then went. The clouds were fluffy, puffy clouds of gray. Patches of blue skies came and went.

  • 20100519-More Spooks

    While lying down and meditating at the computer room upstairs, my mind was racing about what I could do next with my weblog. It was also pissing off at anything that may be within `mind-shot` of hearing my thought. This was about an hour or so ago.

    And sure enough, I felt something touch the area where `hair` would grow on top of my big, right toe. I told it in my mind to knock it off. Then I pissed off some more and more thoughts of rage expressed itself at an imaginary being.

    And sure enough, it `responded` with a single pop somewhere at the foot of where the bed is located, which is in front of the glass closet. My fright and flight, sympathetic system responded with adrenaline by the sensation of blood dropping away. I told it in my mind to please go away and I’m sorry.

    Sheesh! Will you please stop it?!

  • 20100519-Tweaking Pages

    Out of sheer friggin’ boredom and after taking a quick snooze, I tweaked my pages to five parent pages:

    • About me;
    • Contact me;
    • Contents;
    • FAQ; and
    • Notice.

    My `Contents` page and `Sitemap` page are closely related. One page lists breakdowns to four pages – Archives, Links, Media and Pages; while the other one is merely holds a bullet list of pages, which noone reads.

    Because the `Contents` page is now larger than ever as contains three levels of children pages, I switched themes in the hopes of finding the perfect drop-down menu from the top navigation bar.

    I thought the `Structure` theme would have worked but I couldn’t figure out the `Front/Home page` view. But I went back to the basic `Kubrick` theme because of the `Archives` and `Links` templates.

  • 20100515-More Spooks

    The three of us attended the evening mass. And we were `instructed` by “Minh” to sit in the pew directly in front of them. Little did I know the pussheads behind me wouldn’t stop making noises of clearing their throats.

    I kept bitching out loud in my mind and towards them to shut TF up! When I turned around to do that `Peace Be With You` deal, I saw that the annoying guy was Ben’s son! He and his mother wouldn’t stop their noises!

    After doing the `peace out` with the boy and then the mother, Ben stuck out his triangular tongue at me! That means he is a snake. As mentioned in my previous blog entry, I saw a quick flick of a tongue slither out of Ben’s pie-hole during an evening chat and after everyone had left.

    On top of that annoyance, Ben was praying and singing too loud, so loud that I couldn’t hear my LOUDEST self sing! I know I was loud because Claire, who was up in front and towards the right with her mother, smiled in my direction.

  • 20100518-Worship Alien

    Notice how Yoda from the movie `Star Wars` compare with an imp.

    Notice too how the last two syllables from the car maker `Toyota` sounds similar to `Yoda`, a supposed High teacher or a master in Freemasonry.

    Further, the logo of `Toyota` looks suspiciously like a vertically-slitted eye of a reptoid. And this entity is made to look `holy` with the `halo` above.

    Toyota Logo
    The stylized depiction of the letter "T" logo, trademarked at the USPTO, and filed by Toyota Jidosha Kabushiki Kaisha

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    This could explain why countless lives were SACRIFICED due to brake failures of Toyota’s automobiles of death. TPTB are worshiping an mere imp and mistaking it as a God and anointing it as the Christian’s Savior or the Zion’s Messiah! OMG!

  • 20100518-More Spooks

    Last week or so when a Mexican spook came over to chat with us for almost two friggin’ hours, I can’t help but wonder, WTF does this engaging character think he is? Sure he served in the military, police and government security forces. But you know what?

    He still doesn’t have a VISA. He kept going through channels and even told us that he was going to the the congress person in downtown San Jose, CA And you know why he doesn’t get approved no matter how hard he fights? Because the government knows he’s trouble.

    And here he is complaining to us Filipinos about why Filipinos and other nationalities he spewed out of his pie-hole got their VISAs and not him. Well, frankly, it’s because we Filipinos are not assholes! As a matter of fact, certain Filipinos helped the starving U.S. soldiers during the Bataan Death March. Do you fools remember that history?

    Well, if not, that is why the Americans are helpful to Filipinos. It’s because certain nationalities don’t complain or get their free-loading MASCA deal or other amenities for working as fruit-picking war Veterans!

    Now close up the borders and get real! Oh yeah, he was a former Marine. So most military personnel are nuts and have PTSD. This means he killed people. His conscience bothers him: It shows through his rapid fire speech pattern and non-ending conversation of various topics about his life and such, which explain why he was off topic and should be doing his job with the USAD in our area.

    So watch out for nutters who talk too much. They are either VERY intelligent and could be teachers or scary enough that they could snap for not being heard and appreciated for existing in the first place. Ahh!

  • 20100518-Teen Inspired

    Yesterday and en route from Maw’s blood work in the afternoon, we heard Fred Thompson (R) – Former U.S. Senator of Tennessee and Former Presidential Candidate – over our local radio station – KGO 810am. He was telling his life story as a teenager who got married and made children at such an early age.

    His in-laws didn’t pay enough attention to him during their first year of marriage together. Eventually, he got to know his cool father-in-law, who asked him where he was headed and what he wanted to do in life. And Fred didn’t want to disappoint his father-in-law.

    Fred attended college while working night shifts and arranged with his wife in taking care of his children. Fred became a lawyer and then of course an actor of “Law & Order”.

    The three of us were amazed at the hard work Fred has gone through. And after hearing how he struggled during his growing years to prove that he could do more than retail and selling shoes, we thought Fred should have been president.

  • 20100518-More Spooks

    After picking up my car from the auto repair shop, we were making a left from MY road where the high-paid thugs (contracted by the City of San Jose) are repairing the streets near the railroad intersection with our taxpayers’ money.
    At 12:40pm, one of the thugs immediately ran from the corner of the work site and onto his truck. He took off southbound on MY road and towards the work site. He was wearing the brightly colored, orange hat and vest.

  • 20100517-Wake Up

    When the twosome were upstairs talking during Mother’s Day, I wondered to myself: Who would be the one waking up when the babies start crying – the heavy sleeper or the light sleeper? The answer is obvious: the boy would be the one getting up more frequently because he cares about people more so than his self image. The girl admittedly said that she sleeps as soon as her head hits the pillows and doesn’t stir easily during the night.

    I really pity the boy. Already his stress has taken a toll on his body. His spirit is willing to do many activities. His mind refuses to believe that he is tired at all and as a matter of fact continues to pursue life’s pleasures at the expense of his body.

    Already I see symptoms that he would fall ill first before the girl. His sporadic cough symbolically means he is trying to remove something from deep within his chest, as if it’s stuck in there and cannot or would not come out easily. If I were him, he should be honest why he chose his path and why he doesn’t listen to his heart that she is not the right woman for him.

    Instead his lower parts over-rode what his logical mind kept whispering to him: Don’t go there. But he did for convenience sake and to start a new life, which should have been making babies. But nowadays, it’s too expensive and unrealistic when there are too many laws, rules, regulations and flu shots, too.

    He should wake up and smell the coffee burning. He won’t be at peace. We won’t be at peace. He is living another lie. We are just putting up a show, just as the two cover their asses, typical of couples in love and for Christ. God, I should just throw up on my take on the drama that will go on and on and on…

  • 20100517-Or Whatever

    I just finished watching in one sitting (for over two friggin’ hours) an eight to ten part series of videos: Hollywood Insiders: Fallen Angels. Honestly, I don’t understand why the Illuminati go out of their way to program our minds to worship a Savior via movies. I hardly watch movies because it’s too expensive!

    In the old ways, there was no nonsense about taking sides. There was only being together, living and working harmoniously. Nobody counted who did more than another, none used currency or were money-changers. Most were ordinary people trying to survive in small groups. And family was all that mattered.

    “To be, or not to be…”

    ~A soliloquy by Prince Hamlet from William Shakespeare‘s Hamlet (written about 1600).

    “[Either] you’re either with us, or against us [in the fight against terrorist]…”

    ~President George W. Bush, in an address to a joint session of Congress on September 20, 2001.

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    Let’s put it this way. I’ll go their way only out of curiosity, fun and entertainment. My eyes were made somewhat wide opened by whoever or whatever and frankly, I don’t give a damn. On the other hand, I’ll will fight against them because things do NOT go my way. Understand? Good.

  • 20100517-Rainy Day

    The whole day has been gloomy. It rained in the morning and the rest of the day is fluffy, puffy clouds of gray with some misty blue ones in the distance of the western Bay Area hills.

    Yesterday was the same, only it didn’t rain. At around 2:00pm or so and after saying the rosary with the hum of the Fibonacci tones, the sunshine came out. The blue skies of misty whiteness came out, too. This was for another couple of hours and during my mid-afternoon catnap.