Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: Philosophy

  • Same Love

    After stepping out of my local parish this morning, my mind created again. As mentioned in my previous blog entry, gays have the right to marry and are entitled to the same benefits as heterosexual marriages.

    Last night, Maw and I saw the sweetest form of affection. Both Bully-Boy and Buddy-Boy were grooming each other’s heads. You see, they are father and son, respectively. But for whatever reason, Bully, the turquoise colored one, has no clue that the Lutino (a completely yellow-colored parakeet or albino) is NOT the female known as YeYo, who is also a Lutino.

    So while both are males, they do NOT have sex or even dry hump like the stupid homosexual humans, who take that same clueless love too far in the eyes of God. Humans have debased themselves BELOW (or LOWER) than animals, who know better than to have sex with the same gender!

    Further, if these gays (or lesbians or whatever) truly love each other in a spiritual sense, they do NOT need to follow the propaganda behind homosexual marriage and the STATE laws and regulations to DICTATE or enforce the behavor of `free love`. Get it?

  • Partners’ Strengths

    Like any marriage (or mortgage for some egos), partners are committed to each other. Business partners, in particular, are strong when each interested party (or entity) `stays the course` or at least `keeps the peace`.

    That’s how I see the political arena, big brother government, fascist police states and other labels associated with unity, socialism, communism, and pals. While I don’t always agree with their ideology and suppression of creative expressions of freedom in the forms of life and happiness, it’s all good to go.

    On chapter ends, another page is turned and onto a new book of life. That’s how I envisioned everything – harmonious with death and dying. The provocateurs just love stirring God’s soup into a mash of goo, however. It gets really frustrating when too much dis-information confuses the truth. All I know is that one weak link will break the chain of oppression. Brouhaha!

  • Doing Time

    I’m doing time for my misdeeds.
    Just sitting here and ticking off the days on my wall.
    “Tick! Tick! Tick!”
    Sounds of a time passing by.
    Life flashing before my eyes.

    The backdoor slams constantly.
    Fracturing my soul.
    Numbing my mind.

    Reminding me
    to keep the faith,
    to work harder,
    to accept reality.

    I’m doing time for my misdeeds.
    The hypercube of my space is so quiet.
    I could hear my heart beating.
    “Tick! Tick! Tick!”
    Can robots have feelings?

  • Dumb Job

    No wonder this job pays low! It’s for stupid people who don’t think! It’s very slow-paced and stress-free, though Yet, I’m so friggin’ bored! I’m a restless person and more creative than doing repetitive tasks like data entry.

    It’s okay, God. If you hate me this much, I’ll continue to walk around the areas and remember how the lands used to be flat and grassy – full of rabbits and critters.

    There appears to be construction work beyond the dead-end, cul-de-sac of this workplace. The yellow construction ribbons are staked at one corner. One fat white guy was walking around the dried fields this Monday. Yesterday, a survey team was there. This morning, there are two trucks – one for watering and the other for scaping, I guess.

    I noticed last week how some wooden stakes have yellow ribbons in the empty lots surrounding area across from the buzzing, electrical grid. I noticed too how a singular disc-shaped antenna device was pointed northbound, somewhere towards the tall antennaes atop the nearby hills.

    I’ll have to research the phase of development. Hopefully, the dust won’t go into my airspace while walking outdoors during lunchtime.

  • Parasitic Knots

    Like the mosquitoes sucking blood as it sustenance, I see the butterfly sucking nectar to live, too. Both are valid. Both are creations of the One.

    There is only One and many versions thereof. What appears bad is bad. What appears good is good. Respectively, all vibrate and exist.

  • 20100810-Weathery Ways

    Today is sunny with clear blue skies. This had been the weather for the past few weeks. I managed to walk around from Orchard Pkwy to First Street and down Component Drive, where I saw the tall, gray-colored electrical grid. The buzzing noise was obvious and I felt a slight head pressure. No wonder there are large empty lots for two to three buildings because there is an ugly headache making right in front, which is bad `feng shui`.

    Anyway, last night’s orange-colored sunset signaled that summer is almost over. The winds over the weekend blew cold. And the nice soft blue horizon of Sunday evening was very nice. Overall, telling the truth is like a box of chocolate. Right now, there’s some bite-sized chocolate on my desk – one Twix Minis, and three Hershey’s Special Dark of Mildly Sweet Chocolate, one with Crisp Rice and one with Peanuts.

    I’m allergic sorry. I might get a reaction while at work.

  • Flim Flam

    While trying to come up with a catch domain name, I came across a Wikipedia article:

    Confidence trick

    A confidence trick or confidence game (also known as a bunko, con, flim flam, gaffle, grift, hustle, scam, scheme, swindle or bamboozle) is an attempt to defraud a person or group by gaining their confidence. The victim is known as the mark, the trickster is called a confidence man, con man, confidence trickster, or con artist, and any accomplices are known as shills. Confidence men or women exploit human characteristics such as greed and dishonesty, and have victimized individuals from all walks of life.

    —

    The Feds should know about certain people by now. It’s only a matter of time, if ever.

  • Same Air

    Tonight I asked Maw if Vietnamese and Filipinos are the same. She said something profound:

    “We all breathe the same air.”

    Then I’m still watching the chatting so I could learn something such as:

    “be more grounded and fixed and not let the winds of everything else affect me as strongly”.

    So it is. Whatever is inhaled is either good air or fart. Like the wind blowing, one could buffer against it or be blown away.

  • Heart Whisperer

    Listen to you heart! Why? It tells me one thing and then reality tells me: `Hold on a second! You’re going nowhere!` That’s the truth.

    Although there were lots of opportunities to make my life worthwhile, the pussheads continue to observe and snicker in the background. But that will soon change when things go PUBLIC.

    Would you like that you bunch of heartless MthrFckrs! Do you think I care if you whine or are in distress? Nope! `Help! Help!` You say! Screw you!

  • Crazy Cancerous

    People born in the month of July are emotional crybabies. They are also known to be `wild and uncontrollable`. They are born under the sign of `Cancer`. And like their astrological sign, these people can get `crabby` or snappy with their claws.

    Another thought of cancers involves women who go crazy, not so much strongly influenced by the magical force of the moon, but by the way the proteins in their body attack the cancers.

    I was thinking about a Discovery Health show on television, which aired a documentary about this woman who exhibited craziness in the form violent fits of rage. She had to be strapped down in the hospital bed so as to reduce injury to self and others.

    The show later found uterine cancer and removed that from her fleshy body. I believe that is what happened to the Chingster. Her aggressive outburst and denigrating words to hurt others could be attributed to her STAGE FOUR cancer.

    It’s sad to know that maybe all women and men who suffer from their own body’s inability to process out the cancers end up being misdiagnosed as crazy when in fact the proteins (or antigens) are the ones causing these symptoms.

    To Obama and pals: Perhaps there needs to be more scientific studies to reduce cancer and find ways to aide for the body to combat these suckers. Or I would enforce and/or encourage more prayers to God, Allah, Buddha, etc. for intervention, if that is okay with them.

  • Cold Pimon

    Pimon has been cold lately. He is currently resting at the bottom of the cage. I believe he is ready to pass on due to old age of eight years, DNA from parents we found from the wild and probably hormonal imbalance of a brown beak and liver problem as seen from bruises on his toes.

    He is eating because his poop is a lot more this time. The other birds are playing and flying around while he sleeps with his head tucked into his fluffed up feathers. Without going to the vet, we have been administering the OxySilver in the hopes of his full recovery.

    All we could do now is pray and boost. But I know he has to go because it’s time. Again people live in denial that life means living and living is full of life. Um. No. You’re wrong. The design of this earth plane is to die and to learn immortality for the few. The rest are not above the law.

  • Tell The Truth

    “Why are those thugs calling our land line? Did you call them up to tell them to stop calling our unlisted number? Don’t you think it’s proper to call them back and find out what’s going on? If you called them, why are they still calling our number?”

    ~Maw to Flynn a few minutes ago.

    “Yes. I called them yesterday and told them off.”

    ~A liar’s forked tongue.

    Can you honestly think I could tell my innocent parents the truth? I don’t think so.

    Take for example Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. Now could you take away that falsehood from children and tell them plain and simply that these fictional characters were created for business profits and that they are people dressed up in costumes?

    So call me a sinner and a liar. But that’s one of the price to pay. To hide the truth. It’s better that they not know my monkey business than to hurt their hearts and lay them down to sleep so early in their prime.

    Do you think I could forgive TPTB for delaying the inevitable? I don’t think so.

    Could you be so heartless and take away the toys of your children and watch their pride and joy melt before your eyes? I don’t think so.

    Could you tell Flynn the truth why you’ve failed to tell her the truth? I don’t think so.

    Just reveal who you are Pete and why you continue to hide behind your `mind melds`. The folks reading this blogs are already onto you, except me: I’m clueless.

    To Obama and pals: You need to fix the FCC because they sure as heck cannot protect dumb people.