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Regarding a stupid step-mom allegedly abusing children as posted via a video, she doesn’t look too good per a photo, which shows her down-turned and definitely uneven set of her eyes.

I don’t understand why the format of these stupid “main stream media outlet via cable news programming (CNN) and pals” are NOT journalistic quality. All they do is repeat (like offenders who can’t get enough input from public scrutiny) almost every hour and maybe for a few days.

Honestly, these sensationalistic programmings are nothing more than debased tabloid publications. Y’all know these damn crazies will continue to infiltrate society until y’all get rid of the underlying root cause of their stupidity, which may be mostly DNA and/or damage therein and not merely from environ-mental/upbringing/nurturing side versus nature.

I do NOT believe in spiritual battle. There is something else going on that continue to plague man-kind and pals. I don’t know what, how, or why.

Watching White House Briefing with Jay Carney, White House Press Secretary on C-SPAN.

Although the HealthCare.gov website may not be entirely accessible, y’all do NOT need to enroll here.

Y’all can go to your local neighborhood “authorized independent agent” who sells various items/services of insurances from health, life, auto, whatever.

Like automobile insurance, these agents can help you buy health insurance. Y’all can bug them and call them up on the phone as much as y’all want for any questions.

Also, y’all can go directly online to your favorite/popular private health care insurance website.

Also, there are websites for established government subsistence programs, such MediCal and Medicaid.

The customer service representatives through toll-free phone numbers can help answer your questions.

If y’all choose private health care insurance and still can’t afford the monthly premium, y’all can sign up for government subsistence to help your pay for some stuff. But y’all need to speak with a licensed seller of health insurance to clarify the details of your coverages.

They must be licensed professional to protect – you, the consumers (who end up footing the bill for coverage to ALL sickos/terminally ill/disabled/whatever) because of the federal government mandate of Affordable Care Act.

Jay Carney kept repeating that for states that do not offer MediCal or MediCaid or whatever, the consumers will NOT be penalized.

Wise cracker: “People can’t afford but need insurance. My concern is if Obamacare covers the claims by physicians, hospitals, whatever, and if an independent oversight and auditing firm would protect consumers from lack of knowledge.”

Again per an expert who appeared on FoxNews after one week of this website, the volume of enrollees had NOTHING to do with consumers inability to sign-up for affordable health care insurance.

So something else is gauging the litmus test of how human brings behave in light of this new health care insurance mandate of America.

Regarding Paw’s favorite televised news programming on cable, I don’t know why Maw finds the chumps on MSNBC offensive.

As mentioned in my old blog entries, I find their colorful, descriptive words not too harsh but rather humorous. Maybe Chris Matthews had clogged veins that make him say mean/nasty things.

Even the British-speaking guy (who got into hot water for tabloid material back home) on CNN doesn’t bother me all that much and again it’s refreshing to hear their thick accent, even though I cannot understand their atrocious pronunciation most words.

“HEAD START HELD BACK” (Your Money/CNN)

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Last Thursday night, the old soul visited his OLD family. He said that tests are designed in such a way that any/some/whatever questions that are answered incorrectly is not counted as errors! I cannot recall exactly but this may be to make the school look good but the current trend in California’s educational system for grade/private schools and colleges allows dummies to pass.

Per my smartphone notes on 20131018 at 1915:

Maw talked about her childhood. The story was about how the town folks lured wild boars, which would get “sabog” (or hit) over head with fallen coconut. Then my maternal Lola Valeriana would get her share – half for her and half for the others. The kids, however, don’t like the 0taste of wild boar.

Earlier this morning, Maw shared another story she heard over our local radio station. The family had a 14 year old chicken. It would lay eggs everyday. One day the family saw the chicken “swimming” on the surface of the swimming pool. However, it was stiff as board. Out of love for their beloved pet chicken, they administered CPR for three hours. The old chicken was revived and upon awakening it laid its egg(s).

Prior to evening mass tonight, I told Maw how the boy is like his Paw: both are jokers. I tried to explain to her the indwelling “frivolous spirit” enjoys every moment messing with people.

For example, the boy visited his OLD family Thursday night, which was two “days” ago. He greeted us normally but kept his dirty marathon running shoes of dark-gray and fluorescent green on! I kept repeating “unkindly” that he remove his shoes.

He wouldn’t comply immediately and continued to walk around the place. Moreover, I continued to rag on him to remove his shoes. What he did later on didn’t surprise me: He jumped up and down and danced on our wooden floor! He smiled all the while!

Of course, I could only continue drying the dishes, knowing eventually he would make himself feel at home by removing his sneakers. He did so and ignored Maw’s new baby pillows, which she made for the twit wifey and him.

Tonight is another example, Paw would repeatedly say the name of Jackie Evancho incorrectly. The televised commercial says she’s coming to town. He does this to many words, including Montague Expressway. He would pronounce that word weird – Mon-tah-hue.

Call it whatever y’all want: OCD, ADD, lightheartedness, etc. I think the parasitic spirit possesses most of us and no one is immune to this truth.

To the Boss:

Although I mentioned how Sister Sara may be a music Nazi (like a similar pun intended along the likes of grammar Nazi), she is correct to modify music to reflect the modern times. So, if she knows what she’s doing, then I don’t know why the pastor needs a “music director”. Sheesh.

For example, I love gospel music and if given a chance, I could render my voice like a black woman, if necessary, which O did during Easter evening mass this year. That’s another hidden talent that your Paw noticed in his language (that I “know how to sing“) when I sang “Amazing Grace” during choir rehearsal Monday night with your substitute. I over-flourished this popular pentatonic melody (a la Whitney Houston).

After morning mass, Wednesday, October 1, 2013 | The Holy Guardian Angels, Sister Sara sang a gospel music: “Angels are watching over all of us.” She invited the children to clap along. For whatever reason, Maw got intimidated and urged the three of us to exit quietly. I wanted to stay!

In another example, I mentioned that Kathy complained about the music and/or “Good Friday” being removed by Sister Sara, who is correct. Read and understand the following sentence from the “Profession Of Faith: Nicene Creed” : “he suffered death and was buried, and rose again on the third day…” Meaning, Jezuz NEVER died but escaped death!

In another example, the brutal audience expressed how they prefer the easy music found in the “Music Issue”. Although some Vietnamese are familiar with Latin and surprisingly CAN sing in Latin, most younger generations wouldn’t care for music in traditional Latin or Italian but would more likely be singing music printed in English.

Do I have an Amen?

Huh,

Flynn…

To the Boss:

Besides my tendency to “suspect” unkindness, I hope no one is spreading “falsehood” about my hurt feelings and encouraging others to “help out” with the singing because of people not showing up.

I hate to assume/guess/speculate but I hope you keep things honest and won’t reimburse our purchases of choir robes and/or hymnal books through the woman with the beehive, light-colored blond hair.

If you are wondering why I look like Chinese (or as inquired by Joe N. if I was Thailand), I found out that my great-grandmother of my father’s mother is from Bohol (Cebu), Philippines. I’m also part Bikol (or Bicol).

That would make me probably a close kin-folk of Kuya Carl, who sings the LOUDEST in the group and happens to be EXACTLY my age! No wonder I could “sense” he connects well with the likes of moi.

Huh,

Flynn

Per my smartphone notes at 0841 AM today:

Three days ago around 1422 PM, we got a phone call from that “sewing machine” place near OSH, just past Eastridge Mall. Our Tristar vacuum cleaner was ready to be picked-up.

I don’t like “Dave” the Italian. He charged us the $89/hour labor, just to tell us that the electrical cord leading from the power-head brush to the main vacuum unit was loose.

He could have NOT charged us and be neighborly. But because he admitted to us that he was kinda/sorta prejudice against his fugly, dark-skinned Filipino daughter-in-law.

Trust the three of us: She looks bitchy-mean. I don’t know what John sees in her. These sort of guys, just like the Boss and many others, are stupid for hooking up the most unimaginable kinds.

Anyway, TPTB and pals might wish to aggressively cap down on these small businesses who really don’t have to charge their customers all that much for some minor oversight. It’s too damn dishonest.

Perhaps, it was Dave’s way of telling us he doesn’t like to see our kinds around the place. But because he needs customers, he couldn’t be rude or turn us away but to hit us with unnecessary bills.

With that sort of money wasted, Paw could have gotten us new god-damned vacuüm. Maw insisted that Paw will NOT repair that old vacuüm cleaner, which was too heavy and loud.

As per my smartphone notes at 0841 AM this morning:

Two day ago after morning mass, we shopped for grocery the nearby Safeway. We bought oatmeal cookies, 4/$1.00 white bread, and two Safeway Signature soup.

We had the unfortunate circumstance of lining up with a checker named “Chalon”. I never did like that old man, laughing out loud and saying stupid things to the guest.

This time, he told us to remove the contents of our grocery from their plastic/hand-held shopping basket and place the items on the black conveyor belt. I hate detest him for mistreating customers like us.

Other nicer grocery stores simply UNLOAD the basket for the customers. But, no! He has the nerve to be a dick. The time would be around 0900 AM that morning.

I swiped my Safeway card for reference. Perhaps, TPTB and pals may wish to validate my “complaint” and deal with this chump/any “vetted” old farts, who overstayed their “welcome”.

By aggressively removing unions entirely from the private sectors, y’all could potentially protect customers like us from stupid people like them who won’t go away and give a chance to other more deserving people and likable personality.

Per my smartphone notes at 1004 AM this morning:

inquired of Maw: “Oh! Is that the crazy woman you told us about?”

Yesterday at around two in the afternoon, Lolinda stared at a group of four adult Filipinos, who were talking on the right side of our driveway, just beneath our ADT Video Surveillance system.

The divorced psycho nutter had both her knuckles on her either side of her hips and just stood on her side of our shared chain-link fence and scowled. I guess she saw the activity through her video monitoring system, too.

Anyway, Edna had come over to pick-up a bag of our chayote squash after Maw encouraged her to come over for a quick visit. We shared our recipe and instructed her to save the peanut-like seed of this green-colored, palm-sized veggie.

Later, I sent my “thoughts” to the indwelling parasite of that humanoid that I’m proud that she didn’t scream at our guests, who only stayed for 30 minutes. I’ve been trying to encourage the demon/Archon/whatever to reconsider its path all the time.

To the Boss;

Besides classic/hard rock music, I happen to love country music, too. Currently, Maw and I are watching “Classic Country” on Music Choice via AT&T.

Earlier, I was imagining that Conway Twitty was singing about moi: “Linda On My Mind” 25 Number Ones (1975). Now we are listening to Kenny Rogers “Lucille” 42 Ultimate Hits (1977).

Usually, I try to sing harmony along with the melody. I really do NOT know the lyrics because of my bad hearing and bad memory and just make up the words and try my best to sing along.

Most of these country music originated/sound gospel anyway. So it’s appropriate and more spiritually uplifting to listen to these sort of music, considering that I’m part of our local church’s main choir.

Recently, my next music goal is how to play the harmony/secondo/left hand with only the melody/primo/right hand printed, such as the Music Issue. If you can do it, I most certainly will challenge myself, too! Phooey!

Oh, could you please tell your damn “substitute” NOT to play directly off the Keyboard Accompaniment and try using the “guitar chord” to plug in the harmony with his left hand? WTF?

During my short duration as accompanist, I had to learn REALLY fast how to plug the guitar chord when the keyboard accompaniment got too complex for my short fingers/slow brain/tired hands.

Huh,

Flynn…