Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: religion

  • High Brow Words

    So around here, the “would-be” intellectual, loud-mouth drones from hell would employ the two most common words of affirmations:

    • “Absolutely!”
    • “Exactly!”

    Whenever I hear these two words used by other “bosses”, I can’t help but wonder if they truly believe that the words from the skin head are irrefutably “God-like”. I feel they are “brown sniffing” to say the least. Surely, “God” is perfect. Everyone else is RELATIVELY imperfect and definitely not ABSOLUTE.

    Why can’t these slaves offer something to the contrary or at least controversial to shake up the status quo of diplomacy instead of “going along” just to “get along” with the boss, who may or may not ALWAYS be correct. It’s always fair to be brutally honest.

  • 20110326-Random Thoughts

    After attending the 40th “Death Anniversary” prayer at 11:00am, which really started around 11:45am because Father Johnathan was late — which is typical of Filipino “time of attendance”, the attendees were invited to eat at Milpitas Buffett (in Milpitas, CA), except Manong Ben and his wife “Minh” — both of whom didn’t attend because the guy had a spat with Manong Bert, the guy’s party for his late mother.

    The three of us sat with a windower named Fred and a single woman named Poi, who continues to “brag” about everything — from her nephews and nieces posting nonsense on Facebook to traveling in Switzerland. The parishioners know she tends to “overflorish” too much, which doesn’t benefit me or serve the Lord. Even Carlos winked at Maw that Poi had FOUR plates of artery-clogging food!

    Maw had sushi and other light food because her tummy hurts. Paw had his filling, too. I had four helpings of plates: 1) stuffed seafood mushrooms, stir-fried mixed seafood vegetables, 2) crispy wonton, one banana fritter, two spears of asparagus; 3) mixed corn, edame soybean pods; and 4) four types of bite-sized cakes — coffee, biscotti, cinnamon and cream-puff.

    Later on that Saturday evening, Father Michael lectured about the Gospel in which Jesus asked a woman for some water from the cistern. The priest mentioned that the only way to get the well water, which was deep and in between steep rocks, was by hauling a container with some ropes. The water that he tasted was VERY sweet to the tongue.

  • 20110326-More Spooks

    “By the show of hands, how many here are naturalized citizen?” asked Father Michael during Saturday evening’s sermon. Some drones actually raised their hands, looked at each other and smiled. I was thinking to myself: “Who would actually admit they are not NATURAL-BORN citizens of this North American continent?

    With Shrimpsei’s orgone gift buzzing away inside my purse, the priest had sneezed a cough into his smock prior to starting the mass and turned beet red in the face. He then mentioned how people were naturalized in the San Francisco Masonic Center! I quickly covered my mouth in obvious shock that he would then “tailor” his lecture around “fellow brothers” and what it means to keep the “Sacred Promise” or “Sacred Pledge”.

    He went on to ask, “Who has actually witnessed an adoption ceremony?” Again, he mentioned the sacredness of keeping one’s words. Fine! I take a hint: But my “promises” rely on TPTB and their “promises”. Come on, people! Y’all don’t need the like of Wiki-leaks to understand what groups are TPTB and pals. I’m practically throwing hints into your stupid and ugly faces! Morons!

  • 20110324-Dream Journal

    This dream was mostly dark and blackness all aroud me and another, whom I was speaking with and about this planet is square, the size of a large pizza.

    I described the redness, lava or flames coming out of the perimeter of this flat earth. It’s to prevent people from escaping into the void.

    And sure enough, in this morning’s first Reading (Jeremiah 17:5-10):

    Moreover, between us and you a great chasm is established to prevent anyone from crossing who might wish to go from our side to yours or from your side to ours.”

  • 20110323-More Spooks

    “Maybe God knows you won’t get your money back because you’d misuse your fortune in the wrong way. The wealth you hope to gain is not yours. Work hard and save your own money when you get old because no one will help you.” Maw had told me last Saturday.

    “Can’t you take a hint? They’ve been telling you that you’d be paid last December, January, February, March and now April! Aren’t you afraid of not getting your money back?” Maw had inquired of me last night after I’ve administered an injection.

    You are ABSOLUTELY correct Maw. That’s why the TPTB truly hates me. That’s why the Feds failed to help people like me. That’s why the founder of Wikileaks is still in jail and his website has long been taken down. That’s why my blog posts already threw out lots of hints and links to certain articles for Obama and pals to take a look.

    In my humble but humored opinion, Obama is an embarrassment to America. He is supposed to wake up people and tell the truth so hard-working, tax-paying citizens like me won’t deny ingnorance. That’s why I feel “business as usual” has got to stop.

    Sometimes, I feel that Sharia law in America is good at chopping the heads of those who practice usury and its prostitution for those who don’t have a full-time job. Imagine suing poor folks. Imagine kicking families out to the streets for being dead beat bums.

    I see how businesses profit, by not MATCHING or at least exceeding demand and HIGH expectations of their customers. That’s why consumers are being “scalped” to pay more than necessary. And this is for lining the pockets of profiteers. Tell me I’m wrong: You’d never see prices for food and gasoline go down, ever.

  • 20110321-Random Thought

    While mocking my sickness in coughs, more creative thoughts came to mind a few seconds ago. I had an imagery of my favorite ice cream: Vanilla with Chocolate Chip! That’s right! The “Dark Side” are the chips; while the “Light Side” is the cream.

    Last week or so and as per “feedback” from a WM feed, yes, my thoughts include those with missing “heart chakras”. And for whatever reason they do have “souls” and serve to test those who dare to “mistreat” them. I’ve been sending these “lost tribes” several reminders that their hearts can be “changed”.

    As per another form of communication, Saturday’s evening mass included a song #663: “Change our Hearts (lyrics by Rory Cooney)“.

  • 20110317-Papers Away

    Last night, I’ve discovered more documents from three jobs located in Sunnyvale, Los Gatos, and Campbell. I had to split the Sunnyvale file in four ways because the software can only send 100 images into each .pdf batch.

    So last night, I scanned these decade old documents in colors of B/W or color and sides of single or double; verified each item count; and this morning shredded the nice certificates of outdated classes and letter heads with shiny gold colors.

    I stayed up until 2:00am to further split old records of customer receipts, packing slips, emails, sales/work orders and other informational material, which I hardly read. Again, smaller back-up files are easier to manage. Each file has been carefully archived and hopefully won’t be “compromised” by curious “onlookers”.

    That’s what I plan to do: Receive paperwork through regular mail, read quickly, scan and shred daily. Again, we can only take our souls to heaven. Each minute detail of each life has already been “written” in a personal “Book of Life” (and filed away as Akashic Records).

  • 20110314-Papers Away

    “What are you giving up during this Lenten season?” asked little Theresa the other day during our breaktime. “I’m shredding old papers.” I replied. But she expected me to give up something morally. Coming from a religious zealot, that’s hypocritical.

    My plan was giving up hoarding the “paper monsters” from over one decade. That’s why I had bought a NeatDesk Wcanner for documents, receipts and business cards last Monday. I wanted a feed scanner that didn’t take up space and something cute.

    The NeatWorks Scanner Software is excellent: It can scan four ways: in black and white or color and for one-sided or double-sided. For the receipts and business card, information from the old papers can be captured and pre-filled into common fields, such as dates, amounts, sales tax, emails, etc.

    So far, I’ve scanned and SHREDDED records of all business cards, employment, medical, automotive, online orders, charity and education. Next would be the friggin’ FADED credit card receipts: I have placed those in a purple-colored, plastic bin for later retrieval and more detailed scanning via my BULKY flat bed scanner and printer by Canon.

    And as for my net worth on useless “pieces of paper”, which have already been scanned ONE-BY-ONE and archived, I plan to scan those darn, hard work on paper both in color and double-side. These will NOT be shredded because they are PERMANENT documentations, which I have already admitted to possessing, say, last year.

    Paw came by my workstation before lunchtime was served. I showed him my new NeatDesk Scanner and old receipts from Moffett Field Exchange, of which the logo was printed in dark blue on the back of these recepts! Then I showed him the nice NeatDesk orange box from the closet. But he wasn’t too happy that I had kept all those papers and expressed his disapproval by the usual “clicking” noises with his tongue.

    I hope to complete this one time project by the end of Lenten Season. Of course, I expect Group A to finish as well. Going forward, I will scan and shred to my heart’s content until I go senile. Oh! What fun this will be!

  • 20110309-Humor Me

    Ah! There’s nothing like being friendly to friendly people. I arrived late to work this morning past 9:00am and greeted little Theresa, who was kind enough to swipe her badge and let me into the front building.

    I told her that I had to attend this morning’s mass to receive my daily Eucharist through the mouth and ash on my forehead, which was really near my hairline and not over my third eye chakra, thank goodness.

    As we walked into the lobby of tall glass walls and echos, I couldn’t hear what she was trying to tell me. She might have said to me: “Maybe if I touch you, I’d be holy.” She smiled and I looked down on her and patted her on her head like a little sister.

    After presenting our badges to the guard and rounding the corner to the stairways, she mentioned that her boss is also Catholic but not the kind of people that attends daily or weekly masses, only the special days, like Good Friday, Easter, etc. That’s why I noticed more “white” folks this morning. They just seem to come out of the “woodworks”, being neighbors and all.

    Anyway, I swiped my badge to gain entry through the SLAMMING back door to let in little Theresa. Being that I’m slightly tone deaf, she might have said to me something along the line of “behind” or “butt”. I think little Theresa may be gay, even though she has three daughters with light brown, tanned skined look due to a loving husband who looks like a mixed white, Vietamese.

    During our walk the other day outdoors in the freezing cold, she mentioned a gay-coworker who still works in the billing department on the twelfth floor. She then told me it would be nice if the three of us could have lunch together. I don’t know the person or how she looks like. I responded: “Yuch.”

    I know that I can be a mean and nasty person to the point of being discriminatory of people and their cooties. And I do wonder now why she keeps mentioning to me how she would “burn in hell”. I’d have to ask her one day if she has done or thought of anything illegal or immoral, respectively, considering we belong to a religion that heavily frowns upon pedophiles and gays.

  • Deuteronomy 14 and 15

    While pooping early this morning, I grabbed my old “The Children’s Living Bible”. My fingers flipped through the pages and found two Biblical passages: Deuteronomy 14 and 15. It mentions what not to eat and why we should lend to poor folks, respectively.

    In D14, we could eat cud-chewing beast with cloven hooves and sealife with fins and scales. That means NO pork and only fish, not shark fin soup, shrimps, clams, oysters, urchins, etc. We are NOT supposed to eat birds of prey or that which wades in the water. In other words, the meat should be sufficiently “muscular” and not from the likes of parakeets, bats, insects, bugs, spiders, anything that crawls, etc.

    In D15, we are supposed to release debt and servants after seven years but continue to lend to the poor.

  • 20110308-Random Thoughts

    While pooping early this morning, I grabbed my old “The Children’s Living Bible”. My fingers flipped through the pages and found two Biblical passages: Deuteronomy 14 and 15. It mentions what not to eat and why we should lend to poor folks, respectively.

    In D14, we could eat cud-chewing beast with cloven hooves and sealife with fins and scales. That means NO pork and only fish, not shark fin soup, shrimps, clams, oysters, urchins, etc. We are NOT supposed to eat birds of prey or that which wades in the water. In other words, the meat should be sufficiently “muscular” and not from the likes of parakeets, bats, insects, bugs, spiders, anything that crawls, etc.

    In D15, we are supposed to release debt and servants after seven years but continue to lend to the poor.

  • 20110302-Humor Me

    “Coughy! Coughy!” the dummy.
    “Achoo! Achoo!” the baldy.
    “Burrrp!” The snotty.

    For those agnostics and atheist who are incapable of offering a “gesundheit” or “God bless you”, then may I suggest an alternate health recovery statement: “Shut up!”