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I’ve finished scanning lots of “official” documentations from the Republic of the Philippines. I see that I’m named as an owner of a real property and house. But it’s only on pieces of paper. I’ve not been there since its completion in June 2003.

Further, I’m supposed to be worth two million coconuts on pieces of paper from and by TPTB and pals. It could be a “blind trust”. And the deal is supposed to make this fugly girl feel happy. I’m also named as future owner of this old house.

So can y’all explain to me how I’m supposed to be “wealthy” only on pieces of paper but NOT really “own” anything or enjoy anything thereof? I’ve only less than five-thousand dollars in cash and I don’t have any credit cards!

How can I repay the over one million coconuts to my elderly parents? I don’t know how I could be worth something when it’s only an “illusion”. Maybe I should just be a nun and call it quits. I’ve yet to do community service.

Greetings y’all,

The above-referenced screenshot shows “FBI_Surveillance_Van” from the list of Wi-Fi connection via my laptop. I’ve not noticed this until around Thanksgiving because I do NOT use Wi-Fi.

Thank you,

Evil Kitty

I forgot to turn off my Wi-Fi connection. It’s no wonder I’ve gotten foggy-brain feeling. Then as my Wi-Fi was being turned off, I saw within my laptop the following: FBI_Surveillance_Van. Hehe! OMG! Y’all are here!!?? Wow!

Now you nice folks do NOT need worry about my neighbor-HOOD. It’s all good, except the stupid/crazy neighbor STILL living next door to us. She is quieter now that this white colored sedan is seen parked out front, ending in 809.

If y’all must know what we are doing, we came back from this morning’s mass and said two chaplets of rosary with the prayer group inside the main parish. I saw a black woman attend our mass. I’ve never seen her before. Hmpf!

Then my parents are chopping ingredients for T-Day; while I’m upstairs scanning and archiving Dad’s old papers. I wonder if I should help them so Mutha Fucka won’t have hurt feelings.

I mean what’s the BIG DEAL with T-Day? Aren’t we already thankful and grateful for living in America, under God? Filipinos don’t celebrate it. Why should our household celebrate this holiday. The Twit Wifey of Das Squirrel is Chinese. She and her family don’t celebrate it.

It’s all a scam.

Oh and about Ferguson, the few who messed up the place are idiots. Now those whose business establishment can NOT go back to work! What if they wanted to celebrate T-Day and can’t afford to buy Tom Turkey for dinner?

I swear. The government needs to focus its resources on getting rid of stupid/crazy people. I don’t know what else needs to be done, except live peacefully and as normally as possible.

Amen.

Dear Lawd Gawd,

I have faith in You alone. I have faith in the United States of America. While scanning Dad’s old paper files, I noticed that lots of his records are with the government, such as DOD, USOPM, and pals. I love how the informational, inserts, and overall letters are clear, concise, thorough, and basically in black and white, which makes SCANNING much faster at 300 dpi (dots per inch, I guess) and ARCHIVING much easier to search and retrieve.

I know You are Almighty behind many of the US government’s successes and failures. Although mainstream media is upsetting, I noticed a “shift” in certain efforts to be truthful and forthright, knowing that Karma is a tricky little bitch, meaning a little deception, with a pinch of half-truth, won’t hurt the overall moral codes and ethics of the allegedly “stupid” Americans.

As per Saul, Bashir, BeJezuz, and other pals, I know Y’all “work in mysterious ways”. I know that the current governing bodies of unlikely yet humbled hybridized humanz, in league with advanced aliens and their reptilian pals, are also honorable, however, prideful and arrogant that You have designed them.

Anyway, I’m am thankful and grateful to have done so little in this lifetime. I don’t know what else I need to do or say to make-up for my lackings, other than hopefully, the current leaders in this hierarchical system will have the courage to realize that there is NO hell because “You will be done on earth as it is in heaven”, which (as per my old blog of a dream) is full of fluffy, puffy clouds of white.

We could continue to live the American dream in the “pursuit of life, liberty, and happiness”. While I am still a liberal philosophically, the current laws do NOT always apply to Your various creatures, who have invaded and established their cooties on this hellish planet. Please allow a good set of “common laws” to remain intact for our HEALTH and SAFETY.

If You must punish the stupid/crazy entities that dare infiltrate Your creation, be merciful and remind them that they are Your creation and part of this amazing Singularity that You’ve allowed to exist for our sake.

Thank you and God Bless the United States of America. Do I have an Amen-Rah? Whoo-Yeah!

Evil Kitty…

P.S. I forgot to add that last night’s thought was about intelligence gathering and targeting electronically. Most people do NOT care if your boys are snooping as long as in their minds they are NOT doing anything “wrong”. However, people do NOT like their privacy invaded or being taken as fools for lack of “common sense”  and will fight back, even to the death. That’s why I wanted medical records done electronically and nationwide, because NO ONE cares if each human has health problems! We all will die anyway. So what’s the point of making a big deal over Obamacare, Ferguson, moon landings, whatever. The data is too vast to conceive!

OKLAHOMA: ATTORNEY GENERAL PREPARES SUIT AGAINST OBAMA GOT IMMIGRATION EXEC ACTION” SCOTT PRUITT (R), OKLAHOMA ATTORNEY GENERAL. ON THE RECORD, FOX NEWS.

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Mutha Fucka makes a good point. Each immigrant must go through the proper legal process of applying for legal immigration status. They must wait in line like everyone else.

The influx will burden society. Put a stop to those who have no job, no food, no house. Welfare funds/monies going to illegals is wrong. It should go to those people who worked in America LEGALLY!

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I’m currently scanning and archiving Dad’s remaining files. In the meantime, Mutha fucka is fuming. She has been all her life. This time she has been accusing of Dad and me of always counting the money. We are record-keepers basically. She is the type that doesn’t care about money. Once its earned and spent, there is no need to keep track of the receipts, etc. She passed on this trait to her son, Das Squirrel, another denier of their bad choices in life, including their clueless spouses.

During the CMA awards, she called me nasty. I kept hollering: “hard work”. But she doesn’t understand our reptilian sense of humor as being VERY mean and sarcastic. I kept trying to tell her that her paycheck deductions is nothing compared to the matching by the state after all these hospital admissions that the funds have been paying. She kept emphasizing that the entitlement is already done. Huh. She is one of those who ride the beastly system.

During the scanning and archiving of these old medical files, I noticed that she has been sick since coming to America. I speculate that her species should be shipped back to the Philippines where her allergic symptoms to stress of “hard work” as a slave/wage earner in America won’t be so problematic. I think most Asians don’t belong on native territory because of the allergens and energy incompatibility.

Anyway, I wanted to bring the Benz to the local car wash. Each time Mom or I suggest that nice idea, Dad would refuse. He wanted to get chicken in Costco but we had to attend noontime mass, purchase water from the local water store, and then have lunch. Mom was fuming because I left the dishes in the sink. I told her to get out of the way so I could do it.

Then that’s when he blew a short fuse, the priest who said the sermon this afternoon mentioned something about a short fuse. I think people with short fuse have heart problems, which is symbolic of those with medically enlarged hearts, heart disease and other craziness that ties in with PTSD and such from frustration.

In other words, most women are bitches, period. They can’t their way because guys don’t care. I think that’s a given. Bahaha, My prayers were answered. I didn’t want to go out after lunch today because I needed to get these stupid files scanned and archived. I really want to throw everything out or at least bury these annoying skeletons from the emotional closet case of crap.

We were watching YouTube.com videos paired with our new SmartHD television set. In one video, the late Mr. Boyd Bushman was talking about the “anti-gravity” technology.

First, what is gravity? We see the effects. But what is “gravity”? In my “layman’s” definition, I came up with – that which keeps us stuck like prisoners on this hellish planet. Therefore, gravity is a glue. It’s physical properties are simply a bunch of strings tying objects onto this object, much like acting against a frictionless surface.

We also saw his late video about alien presence. The species he had on the photo seems plausibly deniable. The two species I personally witnessed are: a medium-height, brownish grey with closed-set, big almond eyes; and a shorter chalky white grey with reddish/pink eyes.

As for unidentified flying objects, I only saw one stationary object cloaked form in which a slow-moving flying airplane-like object disappeared into its invisible hull, which had a brownish-colored, distortion field.

Howdy y’all. This is Flynn with another pause in life.

Well, I’m finally clear to blog some more. I try to avoid the computer and keep Mom company. So now that she’s in bed, I’m back. I’m feeling sleepy but I need to blog.

So around the weekend before/a few days after the bloody 10/13th day, the feeling was weird and groggy. One particular day or so, the skies were filled with an armada of sylphs. People were acting and driving weird during these days These days were warm and one day was really hot with crispy clear blue skies.

Then today was mysteriously cold from last night’s “drench me” session of rain, which I couldn’t hear because of my progressively/worsening DEAFNESS! This blessed rain may/might have occurred after referencing my favorite author via my Twitter account and “mentally” ragging on him about the drought and how dare he and his handsome pals have fun in the waters while the parched lands, tress, and such needed some water! Aho! Aho!

My thanks and gratitude to y’all. And last night I know you puss-heads were connecting with my small mind. As mentioned in my OLD blog that feeling of their trespassing against my will/wishes is the sense of pressurization in my skull/head/ears. Next time, I’m wearing headphone and blasting rock music back at them. Rock music is Satanic, by the way, eh?

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With regards to the demonic/satanic synchronicity, my daily bread. En route to church this morning, a mere thin-skinned, bald-headed Asian guy intercepted my path from the right sidewalk across the pedestrian. I turned my head/gaze away to the left.

A few days ago, there is a little curly black hair sitting on the inside of the new porcelain bowl/sink of the upstairs vanity room. When I noticed it, the curl was still closed. I ignored it and busied myself to the ritual of waking/washing up for the morning. When I was finished, I turned back my gaze to its “nine o’clock” location in the sink and noticed that it unfurled/uncurled to form a nice number “6” (or six).

At 2325, I was processing my archive via the Neat Receipt software program (Version 5.5) and noticed that the Filters showed Document (33) files for my EDD-2013 files. I’m trying to consolidate multiple versions of confidently-saved folders but out of fear whatever to be certain I wasn’t missing anything.

I might as well stop “hoarding” electronic files,too, and delete any and all past/history files cluttering my main personal computer and other backups. It’s so sad to let go of images that only concerns one person, moi, who seem to care about this stuff. I’ve yet to continue scanning our receipts just in case anyone is interested in compiling a data-set on “things we used to buy” (a la “The Pyramid Show”).

It’s 2330 and I’d thought I share how the mark of the beast continues to manifest in our grocery receipts! Seriously, I’m seeing these double/triple-digit numerical values almost every freaking day. All I could do I acknowledge “their” presence and for some reason this is one “method” of their communication unto moi.

As mentioned in my OLD blogs, other “methods” of communications by “them” are presence, sensations, sights, sounds, images, colors (like the recent “rash” for the past month or so of pinkish/reddish from bluish/purplish being worn by the mainstream media talking heads).

For example, in this one receipt, below are the following lines rearranged for ease of viewing the “MARK OF THE BEAST”!

1. 10/22/2014 4:38:05 PM 3 148 3 33;
2. 4.66FA – LIQUID PORK BLOOD;
3. 4.66 – SUBTOTAL;
4. 4.66 – TOTAL;
5. 5.66 – CASH;
6. 1.00 – CHANGE;
7. 1 – ITEM COUNT

Who’s number one? Satan. Who is behind the one-eyed dollar bill? Satan. Where is Satan? Blood. Who owns this grocery store? Flips, err, Satan. Thus, Satan and his beastly markings is everywhere! Do NOT doubt me/us. I’ve spoken. Go henceforthwith – thou heathens!

I rest my case. Do I have an “Amen-Rah?” Amen!

With lots of hisses,

Evil Kitty

For the first time, Mom and I finished watching “The Music Man” on KQED. We enjoyed this televised show. There were lots of talented singers/actors/dancers doing their “does-see-does” and “hee-haws” and other violent jerking, yet, colorful movements reminiscent street dancers popping out their joints.

I recognized the songs – “76 Trombones”, “Till There Was You”, “Gary, Indiana” and also recognized the old actors – Opie, err, Ronny Howard, Buddy Hackett, and Shirley Jones. I must be “that” old to appreciate this sort of musical genre. And y’all thought I was one of the “younger” generation. Bah! Touche! Idiots.

Anyway, after the show, I was thinking of Pete as being characterized/portrayed by that main actor – selling his scam, which he claimed was NOT a scam. But that I sorta/kinda know who he really was but played along until the “coup-d-gra” on his fat-ass bodice.

USAF BAND OF THE GOLDEN WEST, TRAVIS AFB, CALIFORNIA

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It’s open seating, but our three tickets say: Row G4; Seats 289, 290, 291. We’re seated up front, by the way.

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“CDC director, only about 150 a day wound grew screened at airports for Ebola.”

“CDC BRIEFING ON FIRST EBOLA DEATH ON THE U.S.”

“CDC BRIEFING ON EBOLA OUTBREAK”

“PATIENT WITH SIGNS OF EBOLA TAKEN TO DALLAS…”

“SOON, TEXAS OFFICIALS TO PROVIDE UPDATE ON ANOTHER POSSIBLE EBOLA CASE”

DR. TOM FRIEDEN, CENTER FOR DISEASE AND CONTROL PREVENTION, DIRECTOR, -Atlanta, Georgia, America

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Off-topic rant:

Liberia, Sierra Leone… I see/keep hearing another one of my calling card.

In addition, I had another thought, of which Mom said is “out”, meaning crazy: That this Ebola scares tactic is yet another cover to tag these health and safety “threats” and/or illegal immigrants traveling into America and thereby diverting them to “treatments”, never to seen or heard again.

1335, Ebola sounds like Evil-Lah.

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I’m currently on “Ultra Power Saving Mode” and blogging through the Internet instead of the WordPress for Android app. The colors are black, white, and gray.

I wonder if Matt Meister and pals could program am extra safety feature of prompting for a password, since I just logged in the Internet using the saved user name and password!

I’m thinking all Web pages after login should have passwords.

The three of us are sitting outside and hearing the nosy vacuum cleaner tower to our left while watching and waiting for the car. It’s being washed. Next the interior will be vacuumed, the floor mats shampoos, waxed, and dry.

We will go home and clean the garage, reuse the Mad In China wooden storage seven foot tall cabinet, and donate  some of Mom’s old high heel shoes.

This rubber-tipped stylus doesn’t work well. The  Swype feature is not accurate. I’m almost done blogging because of these stupid inconveniences if high – technology.

WTF? Where is the damn post button?