Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: Philosophy

  • 20080108-Just Beginning

    So I watched (and heard off and on through short naps) the whole televised cable programming of the New Hampshire Primary on CNN. To the surprise of many and after raising Barack Obama upon a pedestal to sit at second place; Hillary Clinton won overall. The votes went mostly to the Democrats with John winning the Republican side (this time) and with Mitt coming in at second, again.

    Tonight’s speeches were ordinary: Barack Obama’s (who seemed not too happy and slightly teary-eyed) was once again the better with rhythmic chanting of positive affirmations towards change than Hillary Clinton, whom I couldn’t believe actually showed ‘human’ emotion yesterday by the slight sounds of choked up tears in her voice. I wonder if her ‘breaking down’ in public (and her husband’s public ranting) actually influenced the voters to wake up and think with their hearts, too.

    To me, Mitt Romney is still a creepy ‘Stepford’ robot on one side; while John McCain keeps strumming his home grown image and repeating that cancer/health story, again! Huckabee seems normal enough; while John doesn’t look good with his cancer, honestly. The rest should concede now and let the top three for each side fight to the end. The losers could save money this way and donate the rest of their unused funds to charity and seriously to us all justice in this manner.

    All I could add to this blog is that if Hillary wins the presidential seat in 2008; she could select Joe as her running mate; since Joe Biden does have international experience. This is your hint, people: I know that the country is not ready for change. If the change were to happen under the new administration, say, like pulling out ALL the troops from Iran, the ‘terrorists’ (whoever they are) would come back and mess up everyone’s hard work to secure peace against this mysterious ‘weapons of mass destruction’.

    For example, the Philippines seemed to have gotten worse after the Americans gave the Filipinos their independence. I don’t know if the country has improved recently but as far as I heard the religious fanatics are crawling all over the once docile provinces. People no longer sleep with doors and windows unlocked. Iron, prison-like fences are now fashionable to some homeowners against the poorer town folks. This is an ironic example on freedom, eh?

    And the Filipino people who were once ‘nicer’ are now much more selfish and greedy for money, even if it means to sell their lands once beautified by the tall coconut trees, now chopped down for oil and foodstuff and leaving but empty lots of tall, dry grass as high as the waist. The investors are planning to build a second hydro-plant right through my maternal ancestor’s land, by the way. And that could take up to 18 years to complete!

    So the New Year of 2008 is ‘Just Beginning’ (as per a held-up sign I saw during Hillary’s speech tonight which finished on 8:18PM Pacific Time). The country definitely won’t hand over its administration to whoever won’t fit the bill of a ‘New World Order’ (whatever the heck this may mean for us all as a nation with whatever ‘hope’ is in store for the whole world).

    A new world means giving up the old timers, their ways of thinking and adapting to the changes of the younger generation who will have nothing left in health care and social security. I see this change occurring slowly and subliminally via lots of black suits being worn by the CNN folks as if they were attending a funeral. (I’m being a cynic, again).

    Bottom-line: Politics is a dirty and cut throat business, sold based on popularity but much nastier as the next super model, all dolled up and primed for the next showdown. The speeches by these candidates sound good to unaccustomed ears of the ‘younger’ generations but when reality comes into play, these well-seasoned ‘seniors’ are ALL windsurfers at best and will completely change their original course of actions after the elections are over and to suit their agendas. Y’all should know that by now! Wake up!

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  • 20071101-Dog House

    ep: After swearing in my previous blog not to set foot in a house where ‘Shoes Off’ was required up in San Ramon, CA, I drove the three of us in the dog house. And I thought I was the only one complaining – the future in-laws of Chilled seemed to take the hint that their dirty shoes and smelly feet, too, are not worthy to touch the pristine wooden floored cleaned by others for $90.00 once a month.

    This time the ‘Hot-Headed Chili Pepper’ wasn’t around to hear us old timers talk about anything important. Earlier, I had called the phone number of her mom’s room and left a voice mail message to wake up, rise and shine and return my phone call. Later I tried both cell phone numbers of Chilled and later Butch but decided to hang up and text them instead.

    At least Chilled responded to my text and wrote that she was busy with at work and with her Sausalito, CA event next week on behalf for one of the aunt of her live-in boyfriend. I do not know if my cousin is even engaged to this tall Filipino. It’s sad because the ‘Eyebrow Tick’ is ten years the junior to Chilled – just like my uncle was to her mom. It was sad when Chilled cried at Butch’s wedding reception in the hopes of being the next cousin to get married.

    Both Tick and Chilled came from divorced families. And the couple have the fear of divorce themselves. The sentiments of past hurt are keeping them from being married. And it so happened to be that Tick’s family is quite loud: They drink a lot and gamble, like poker. But Chilled is quiet, like on my side. And she seemed withdrawn as if not interested to talk with the three of us (my parents and me) when we visited the house of debt on Thursday noontime.

    They seem fine as a couple but I am not too sure of the guy because he is so young and has lots more years ahead of him. I know my cousin Chilled loves him because the look on her face from one her pictures near the foyer exactly matches the softened faces of my paternal grandfather on his wedding photo and of Brat with his Twit. As an outsider to the affairs of my kin folks, my intuition is very keen on the compatibility of couples.

    She came home around 02:00PM and immediately complained to the mom about not opening the doors and windows for the dogs. For the next thirty minutes, the girl kept busy behind closed doors and in the stinky patio where the three small dogs where pooping and peeping at this newspaper-lined post. One dog peeped on an old television and there was a wet spot. I went back to the conversation and watched my younger cousin clean up some more. What happened, Chilled?

    After getting food from 99 Ranch and driving eight (80) miles per hour starting at 11:00AM, I got lost around 11:22AM at Shoreleaf Dr. I had to call Chilled’s cellphone but none answered. Good thing I had the main home number and the mom answered the phone. For another ten minutes while keeping the mom on the phone, I arrived at the place. We were greeted by the mom who now has a walking cane just like Maw.

    I had to run to the toilet and afterward found myself participating in normal conversation until about after two more hours when the topic shifted to ungrateful relatives. What I noticed with the (homeowner) mom was her denial of any wrong doings from the pasts. She claimed there is nothing to worry about and that she forgot everything hurtful past her divorce. Her face turned angry and unhappy to our reality. What happened, Auntie?

    From then on my parents kept quiet at the very dark and very square dining table and Maw scolded me for talking too much (as an implication that this old hag did not and does not make sense, which has been the primary complaint as per the other relatives and my grandparents. And now this 75 year old is sticking like glue to Babble because both their son-in-law’s are related as first cousin to each other. Babble is notorious for gossiping and my relatives know this from the beginning.

    Her old age did not stop her strong attitude against those who disagreed with her being on top of everyone else. She is free to believe that illusion and I truly feel sorry for her vindictive behavior towards us kin folks. I am wondering how Chilled has been affected by the mom’s brutal verbal assaults – such being darker skinned (than the rest of us cousins) and like the description of burnt lumpia as per her mom with anger for some unknown reason from years ago. I remember this stuff, by the way. She would have made a beautiful commercial model because of her tall height and high bridged nose, by the way.

    Gee, all this nice data should be presented on Evening Magazine. (This is a hint for the Filipinos who do not already know who I am or what I am talking about all this time in my blogs). But my parents and I have been in our bubble for such a long time that we discovered and with sad revelation (as per Chilled’s mom and a paternal first cousin, who recently got divorced) that my East Bay relatives seem to play plastic no matter what happened in the past.

    My parents and I don’t play plastic because we are sincerely happy to see our kin folks no matter how far away in San Jose, CA we are located. Okay, we are getting too old for parties, which are tiresome, too. I have learned that there is no such thing as togetherness anymore. As per Brat, he, like all my other cousins, just want to live their lives and forget that blood is thicker than water.

    There is too much competition and comparison going on with each other. I don’t like the overall trend of Filipinos being lost to their free will of ego and self-centered being. I prefer security and knowing we could love and humor each other in spite of hardships. But everyone is on the defensive side for some reason and maybe to protect themselves from more hurt. My personal observation points to a barometric reading of gross, where dogs go back and lick up their vomit, really.

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  • 20071011-Daily Diary

    Thursday, October 11, 2007 1:29:15 PM

    Have you heard the tap tap on your computer monitors or the tic toc on the wall by an unknown clock? Do you feel like someone is always watching you or feel get the uncomfortable feeling that the boogeyman is inside your bedroom closet? Are you always thinking too much about others and suddenly you see your answers being validated in the post elsewhere? (Yeah, you remote viewers know who you are!)

    Get ready for those big surprises: it’s the matrix box! Linear time will go bye bye. The grids holding us prison on this plant is undergoing a ‘gliching’.

    love is always good but
    ‘evol’ to those who know evil.

    Based on my personal observation, my one CB range at least 6,500 feet (or 2,000 meter).

    Sometimes when enough is enough, an internal warrior from within one’s Self will scream out ‘NO’! This happened to me outside any session involving chatting (where those predators lurk), boosting (where ) and blasting (where.

    Hai-Yah!

    Lots of predators lurk in those chat sessions and I’ve avoided those altogether after my hard lessons. Group blasting and boosting work This will send a clear message to those ‘trespassers’ not to do that again. The temptation to always love with light and help those in the most need is not always Discernment is not always easy but with love’s rose colored glasses doesn’t always conquer all.

    when you least expect an answer and

    Tickity-Tock Tickity-Tock
    Time to leave this matrix box
    Big surprises up ahead
    Time to start more noisy thread
    Don’t you cry! And don’t you weep!
    Time to awake up! Don’t you sleep!

    Created Thursday, October 11, 2007 11:14:29 PM
    Modified Friday, October 12, 2007 12:00:18 AM

    Chats are fun and an easy way to meet people long distance. HOWEVER, the risk of being burned by unknown predators, remote viewers (yeah you all know who you are!)

    Group blasting

    I love clouds in any form . I make those with my power wands.

    Remote viewer logging into me 11:15PM PST 10-11-2007.

    Participating with team orgonite does have surprises for the noobs (or newbies). I was one of those folks to learn until recently from my endless reading and researching that connecting via chats/group blasting/boosting is a means for the exchange of energy – a form of currency between ‘heaven and hell’ (if you will) with the concept of ‘yin and yang’ (for some) between the ‘teacher and student’ or ‘initiate and adept’. (If I may: Many are called. Few are chosen.)

    Chats provide a fun and easy way to meet people long distance. While I’ve learned to avoid chatting online altogether after being burned well last year by a complete stranger with a sense of humor (HAHAHA!) and an undying love for me, I’ve not ceased to blast away negativity with positive vibes from the heart charka and boost those in the most need on my own.

    Once contact is made there is no turning back, seriously. I know this is true because being alone or lonely is never the same. The sense of unity is always ever present. Moreover, the results from some are ‘friendly’ because one walks away feeling free, happy and more creative, such writing prose or poetry (thanks WW!)

    However, some are predators who continue to latch on and suck the life force out of any unsuspecting preys, much like what vampires would do to get their daily boosts for much needed energy. This is what is called an energy drain, which could lead one to sleep for long hours to regain the loss of energy from predation.

    For those with little or no ability of discernment, like me, sending a clear message of ‘NO’ that enough is enough, that I do not offer my own energy, that I do not understand what the heck is going on and clearing one’s personal space with meditation, spells, or whatever do offer ways of protecting oneself further from the unknown forces of any implied negative manipulations.

    Nothing is lost with a little curiosity except gaining the understanding and compassion that everyone is different. And chat/group blasting/boosting is one way to find out and accept everyone as equal partners fully and lovingly.

    Note: Original thoughts occurred around Thursday, October 11, 2007 11:14:29 PM.

    I love you, you love me
    We are one big family?

    Okay ‘Shrimpsei’: What do you want?
    Fred? What is your deal with me?
    ‘Rii-Rii’? Still there?
    How about the rest of you? Still curious?
    Well there is really nothing but me anything else is all but layers upon layers of useless information.

    If you need your boost, I sure do not know if you are good or bad.
    Like I said, I lack the discernment to know which side to take.
    As ‘Garlic’ asked of me last year, I do windsurf because there is no one right or one wrong.
    All of you are in effect part of me.
    There is no escaping my hive mind.
    You are all mine as is the Bush clan.

    There is only us and not you.
    You believe you have reached an angel or God or Christ and the energy signature thereof.
    You people need to wake up and learn to stop logging into my mind because I am not all worth the effort.

    I keep throwing out hints to each and everyone of you but you failed to give me feedback or input on your progress. You expect me to make sure your plans are better than everyone else’s that do not suit your agendas. I will no longer participate in your chatting or blasting or boosting. You are all wasting my time. I needed answers and all I got was a bunch of noise – a bunch of monkey throwing their versions of reality into my face.

    I am not pleased with your progress. However, you all are willing to be patient with my current form. I commend you that entire least bit of humanity left in all. So there you have my input from [first name] [last name] (aka Fluffy von der Flynn Copyright. All rights reserved). Shall I continue to post or not? The choice is yours.

    BTW: When will you people know I’ve always been here? Duh!

    There is God somewhere, everywhere.
    Prayers work if in agreement.

    I do not understand.
    Your words are many.

    Um: Who is qu&&n!nn!&38? She’s cool.
    And Esot&ric T&@ch&r: He knows me, too.

  • 20071010-Daily Diary

    20071010-0925PM-Daily Thoughts

    Saw right eye — light from right to left.
    At same time, felt jolt throughout system.

    Saturday, October 13, 2007 9:57:44 AM

    Felt jolt throughout system.
    After I thought and mentioned about ‘Bb’ (aka ‘Garlic’).
    Jerk: what you all did could land you in jail.

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 5:52:32 PM

    Polarized sunglasses are basically designed to reduce glare. I got my prescriptive pair at my local optometrist office but I lost this $400.00 pair while shopping after a baseball game up in Oakland, CA. There are inexpensive pairs online and at the local drug stores too.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polarization

    I suppose if there is are objects zipping way too fast for conventional airplanes or jets from those lenticular formations, then one may consider visual encounters of the ‘first kinds’.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Close_encounter

    Pictures or videos taken with polarized filters could also be useful to support objectively what one could see subjectively with your polarized sunglasses.

    So far there are no noticeable lenticular cloud formations around my area for me to try this neat experiment. There are also polarized filters for cameras and videos that may show.

    Although those polarized sunglasses allow me to see lots of rainbow colored effects on the dashboard and the uneven appearances on the windshields while driving in my car, the sight was quite dizzying and distracting.

    11:09PM

    http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/41127/

    Heard copter overhead while trying to make image of dancing black girl turn counter-clockwise.
    The best way to reverse the turning is by forcing the mind to look and the shadow below and reset to the opposite direction.
    First time I could ‘control’ a two-dimensional image with my mind.

    911 Trek: Star Trek crew playing poker and voice overs regarding 911 Inside job.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_Dj2B0OO4s

    SADDAM IS NOT DEAD! by tamlac00
    Ach du liber!

    Mashup: Numa Numa + Angry German Kid + Star Wars Kid by kliqueman

    OSHO – Strange Consequences by OSHOInternational

    After Friedrich Nietzsche declared that “God is Dead” – the word F*CK has become the most important word in the English language.

  • 20061019-Golden Egg

    I’m bored and should be sleeping. But I cannot figure out which of the following two examples came first – the chicken or the egg. I say neither came first because they are one and the same. One happens to be an egg – the younger version of the chicken – the older version.

    And if there is no such constraints as time and space; the concept is possible.

    1. I am but an egg growing into a chicken that was once an egg.
    2. I am but a chicken laying an egg that will grow into another chicken.

    Um yeah. Oooo. Ahhhh. Oh never mind! Good night!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061006-Offended Nerves

    It`s a great brouhaha! This blog is pending because I`m still at work trying to get Monday`s lockbox work completed.

    I`m back in front of the computer and the time is currently 11:01PM. I left work after 08:00PM and had only one cash receipt batch to complete. This is no big deal and not really worth mentioning to my public but this is my daytime job, which helps to pay my stupid bills.

    I bought gasoline for my vehicle with my credit card (unfortunately) and then went home to find Brats car parked in our driveway. I knew something had to be wrong because Brat rarely visits the house nowadays. I greeted both bio-units and Brat, who told me I`m late instead giving me a friendly greeting, like `Howdy, Sis`! or something.

    We watched television for about 45 minutes together without saying much for I was much too tired after work. At around 10:00PM, I popped a pizza in the oven to feed Maw and Brat left his farewells with his bio-units. He seemed to have ignored me the whole time and didn`t bother saying good bye to me properly. Once again, this is no surprise to me.

    For one thing, he knows I don`t like Twit. Brat cannot continue to run away from his `love` affairs by hiding in our house. Her bio-units held this Moon party, which Brat did not attend tonight. The only other non-Chinese member of those bio-units is a `white` Vietnamese, who speaks perfect English and is pissed at her in-laws for speaking in their language while in her presence.

    In general, people should be nice to elders; well behaved in front of children and professional around strangers in any environment. But this is next to impossible. Because my experiences today from another `watcher` by association indicated that none could truly understand each other perfectly well because of assumptions made partly by arrogance and partly from paranoia.

    Today, I learned that running to a higher authority or anyone else (like me) for help won`t make any problem go away. I find that problems usually originate with the person who has the problem in the first place. Sometimes the problems are inherited from others in the past. I have observed this both at work and at home.

    Confronting any problem involves politics and anyone who wishes to argue beyond diplomacy by raising one`s voice at any level, especially at a `superior` or `elder` is, well, asking for trouble. I believe this is called a `troublemaker`, who wishes to shake up the status quo of any establishment. This is their empowered free-will and shows that changes need to be made from their perspective.

    Today, I`ve learned that the truth does offend and hurt people. Can you imagine telling the other person I`ve been hurt because you smell like fish or that you are no longer to be trusted because you did wrong to me? Or that the noise you produced from your blow-hole was too much for my understanding and, as a result, I panicked and got paranoid for being blamed for something I didn`t do correctly?

    My past experiences showed that people are good at making noise no matter how far fetched an excuse to avoid detection from errors made or unwarranted a jealousy to promote dissension among entities. This could explain why there are a few of us willing to reveal the real truth point blank into the faces of the recipients because of the potential for being silenced `permanently`.

    Today, I`ve learned that holding personal grudges should not be dragged too long because this lowers the energy level of happiness and the ensuing paranoia allows the minions of evil to attach themselves to unsuspecting troublemakers, who feel they have no other recourse left but to report to the next levels. Angry people do seem spiffy sometimes.

    I am the biggest offender of holding grudges and my previous and more current blogs do show my dark side of humanity. There are those that have crossed my path and I mean them no ill-will. (Yeah, right!). Of course, I should be the first to forgive myself as I should to forgive others. My truths are: noone is perfect and there is no pleasing everyone either.

    P.S. ~Buti-na~ is a Filipino expression similar to `Humph`! My only apology is the truth. It`s a great brouhaha!

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  • 20060925-Love Opposed

    The current time is 08:47AM and I thought I could compose this blog. I finished taking my morning shower to remove my stink so I could feel cleaner and smell fresher and the co-workers won’t be afraid to come near me.

    After reading the long-headed articles about faith, theology and spirituality, there should be no opposite to love because ‘God’ is supposed to be love and omnipotent. There are, however, variations to love with each one vibrating differently.

    There should be no such thing as hate, fear, sadness or loneliness. These are words created to define the human emotions. Our emotions should be replaced by this almighty love. And of course, if noone understands this love, then there is war to find purpose back to this love.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060910-Spoon Sessions

    Open wide! Here comes the airplane. Whirr! There on the silver spoon is this delicious morsel of banana puree befit for the taste buds of the little baby. Yummy! Baby likes the food stuff. Baby wants more!

    Now that baby has grown up there is more to life than those heavenly spoon feeding sessions brought by loving caretakers. Baby has to learn to understand that being spoon fed is not always tasty. This means finding the right answers.

    The answers are not always ‘correct’ through academia but it’s a start to help get one’s foot in the door of opportunity. This allows a ‘citizen’ to buy any goods or services in exchange for their hard work.

    Education through experience is also hard work. It’s takes a reasonable mind with some intelligence to sort out the vast sources of information. The hardest lessons seem to hurt the most. And the answers do not appear right away too.

    Let’s see. I’m trying to make sense with this late night blog. What I experienced is not always nice or loving or good for the soul. But in spite of the weird obstacles that have crossed my path, I wonder if I am getting closer.

    I would like to get closer to any truth out there and may have touched base with a bit more each day. It’s like taking a peek out the window little by little and knowing that something great could happen at any one moment.

    Let’s see. I think I’m not making much sense yet. The ‘normal’ people who choose to close their eyes and ears are airheads and will continue to live a blissful life towards ego. This includes expensive houses and lifestyles, fancy clothes and accessories or enhancement for body and mind, for examples.

    The ‘weird’ people who see things or hear voices have paid a great price for either knowing too much or being blessed without knowing better. If people realize what really is happening, I believe they would go nuts too.

    Here is a fine illustration:
    If someone from ‘Location A’ reported two redwood trees have fallen, should someone from ‘Location B’ believe that those trees from ‘Location A’ really fell? And, how does someone from ‘Location C’ prove that either one tells the truth? Darn! That’s a hard one!

    Don’t we all want to know why that September 2001 event had to really occur? Don’t we all need to know how that information is proven so far? Should we believe that those spoon feeding sessions during our infancy involved airplanes that carried morsels that are supposed to be made out of bananas?

    My conclusion:
    I believe most of us are still infants who depend on being taken cared of until we all grow up into smarter beings. This means our current understanding of any grand scheme is at best limited and we will continue to believe anything being spoon fed to us.

    The burden belongs to those who know how and why the real world operates. The responsibility therein lies within each person willing to spit out that banana puree, tell the whole truth and perhaps risk (or sacrifice) their lives in the process.

    P.S.  I enjoyed banana puree when I was an infant, by the way.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060903-Rescue Ruse

    Everyone should be more responsible for any action, word or deed. Forgiving any wrong is possible but not always forgettable. When someone is in distress and in need of assistance, there should be at least one good ‘Samaritan’ to the rescue. But how many would be willing to go out into harm’s way?

    Rescuers would risk the lost of their own lives to save another. If only the persons to be rescued take steps to avoid being out of the reach of their ‘angels’ arms, then there is no trouble at all. For example, in the news on televised cable, there was this person who ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere.

    If she were more responsible, used the blessing of whatever ‘intelligence’ resides in the gray matter, which is the brain, within her thick skull to fill up her gas tank to full (and not half way) in the first place and notified at least one other close ‘person’ of her whereabouts, the location of this now missing person would not go unsolved. Perhaps, she is already dead but we should at least give the family, relatives and friends some hope that she will be fine and found, right?

    This includes the hyper people who need the extra stimulus for their selfish fun in dangerous territories. For example, skiers or snowboarders should not go beyond the ‘safe and secure’ boundaries of the marked property. The potential injury sustained by the fun-seekers being in trouble; the rescuers helping out these people and family members enduring the whole ordeal would be avoided.

    Sometimes the people whose jobs require them to be put into dangerous situations do not always have the help from the same people who put them there in the first place, for example. I cannot believe this thought has suddenly occurred in my beautiful mind as I compose this blog. But this inspirational example is a possibility and in the real world. I did not like this thought of how others could use their own kinds to carry out any deed to harm others.

    I believe that we all need to think beyond ourselves and try to avoid the pitfalls of ego, which involves protecting out of want or need, avoiding fear factors or scare tactics, and feeling less alone. I think we all need to stop lying to each other and know that we affect each other in everyway no matter how small the event, especially destroying trust through deceptions of the mind and betrayals of the heart.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060902-New Homes

    Briefly, this is my opinion regarding illegal immigrants. I feel we should welcome anyone willing to work hard for the rest of their lives like the rest of us American citizens. But I also feel there is no such thing as a ‘free ride’ or ‘free lunch’ on the backs of us taxpayers either!

    By using an example from a televised cable program, I do not like the idea of strangers crashing in on my property for free. Maybe they could stay for awhile to get on their feet but to stay permanently without the re-payment of debt for being allowed to use my toilet or towels while staying is another issue.

    Using the sanctuary of any religious organization as a means to avoid the man-made laws of the land is not fair for those who entered America legally AND the hard way. Some have hidden many years from the law only to be returned back to their home lands. This is a sad fact but true.

    The bottom line is: Living in America has always been hard work and does not always mean a better life. Take a look at how the elders are being treated in the nursing homes or how the abandoned children are left alone in the streets. There is always the price of living ANYWHERE. Wake up, people!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060828-Hurricane Eeek!

    Well, well, well! Look here people! The recent Ernesto did not do much to scare the public in this month of August 2006 either. Your eyeballs, much like the very calm center of any hurricane, should realize that there is nothing to fear with this event.

    In my opinion, each person needs to use the powerful brain encased in the thick skull and determine if anything presented via mass media is worth the viewing time of being lead down the road of ‘feardom.’

    P.S. I created this word – feardom! It’s mine – copyright! ‘Feardom’ combines the word ‘fear’ and ‘freedom.’ My meaning of this word is the freedom to choose fear. Why on earth would anyone instill fear in the people’s mind? I will never know why we choose to scare ourselves with horror flicks, for example.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060824-Shoes Off!

    I hate taking off my shoes at peoples` houses! I didn`t buy my expensive pair of socks or fine stockings to ruin on their floors or to take of my already expensive shoes. I refuse to stick my finely pedicured feet into some already soiled slippers set out by the owners, who make a mandatory rule to remove shoes in their new houses.

    A normal house is meant to be dirtied and lived in as normally as possible. And any guest who is required to remove the shoes for the sake of a house buyer`s insane quest for ultimate cleanliness seems to be treated quite rudely. New couples should wait until their own children start making a mess of things! It`s a great brouhaha!

    This implies that the visitors are dirty and the owners are cleaner than anyone else who doesn`t reside in their pristine castle of hard work. The impression the owners gives off (much like their malodorous attitudes) is that they don`t want to clean up after their dirty visitors after they have left.

    As a matter of fact, after my first visit to two of my cousins` new` indebtedness to a house last month, I decided never to return because of having to remove my shoes. I remembered kicking off these dirty slippers in anger because I was not allowed to wear anything upstairs from the first floor. I was pissed!

    Imagine having my elderly parents bend over to remove their shoes TWICE just so the owners are not to be annoyed! It shows that they care for their inanimate box full of costly eye candy more than making strangers or kin folks feel warm and welcome.

    Please do not associate with these kinds of people who would make freaking bull `spit` rules left and right for strangers too! These people are teaching me to dislike their airhead qualities of being better than the rest! [Come on! The wind blows inside the house and I don`t hear mortgage owners screaming at the dust! Numskulls!]

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