Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: spook

  • 20110420-More Spooks

    Well, at 9:20pm the three of us arrived from a Sedar dinner at our local parish. From 7:00pm to 9:11pm, food was eaten and I had four glasses of pink zinny (I think) during each “ceremony”. My stomach is full because of the good sized portion and lots of liquid. Here is what we had in the following order:

    • Parsley dipped in salt water.
    • Large crackers dipped in horseradish.
    • Fresh salad of cucumber, artichokes, spinach, tangerines and pals.
    • Hot potatoes with butter and sour cream.
    • Steamed vegetables of carrots, broccoli, squash and pals.
    • Lamb’s sake and chicken parts with green, minty jelly.
    • Soft cookies and two cups coffee and lots of cream.

    There was one maroon-faced entity and several other red-faced ones. I had my Shrimpsei’s OtterBox buzzing inside my red purse, which was placed on my lap for better effects. As a matter of fact after a few minutes of reading the word “Yahweh”, I continued to boost and rendered the lecture incoherent but ever so slightly did he stumbled upon a few words. Bahahaha! The place is crawling with creeps, including two bug-eyed singled, fat old farts sitting in front of me. The two Filipinas are decked in their shiny jewelry. The old lady to the right of the old fart in front of me stuffed her purse with those dried crackers.

    The dark-skinned priest at our table was cracking up when Maw broke the topmost crackers during the ceremony. The main pastor read the passages and looked weary. The Monseigneur was present and one of two “fellow brothers” from number 4112 came to shake hands with Paw and me while with Maw formally greeting the oldest, prune-faced Filipino JESUIT priest with his “Amen” hand to her forehead.

  • 20110419-More Spooks

    Yesterday, the boy came over for lunch. His phone call had awaken Maw from her usual mid-morning to past noontime nap. Food was served and ranting ensued. Maw remained calmed and continued to remind the boy of his selfish ways. He briefly mentioned that he should just shoot himself. I didn’t hear that and wasn’t bothered by that statement after the fact as per Maw. People unhappy in their fleshy bodies are better off in heaven anyway. So it’s less of them ruining the lives of others while on the earth plane.

    For you see, cousin Shill’s Paw, my paternal Uncle Ver, also threatened suicide in front of his family. The jerk still lives to get arrested for domestic violence, a threat upon the life of the second wife long ago. Like Uncle Ver, the boy owns SEVERAL guns and out of unfounded paranoia, like my paternal Uncle Dead, whose only daughter Marianne cannot do anything about her insane dad, who has fought with family and strangers (including neighbors) alike. These two uncles smoke and drink. The boy claimed to have stopped drinking but never smoked in his life (thank goodness).

    Now, you know why any mother can get VERY loud at family members. It’s not because of the lack of love. Nope. It’s because guys can be jerks, emotional, gifted or not. In all species, males just don’t get it.

  • 20110419-More Spooks

    So this morning, we arrived early for the Morning Prayers with Fr. Michael and pal. During the Eucharist, I noticed how Fr. Michael held up the host in a peculiar angel — directly facing moi! I’m pretty keen about “angels” and well this is the first time that it’s supposed to mean something. But I still do NOT understand. Perhaps, the presence of the other priest who held up the chalet allowed for the strange presentation of our “flesh and blood”.

  • 20110419-More Spooks

    Okay! I’ll go to sleep! But of external back-up for one file is at 98%! It’s almost done! I’ve “restored” the files I’ve deleted from the “Recycle Bin” out of fear again and in the hopes of retrieving some “lost files”!

    Throughout my time upstairs and while archiving, I’d hear popping sounds from the mirror of the wooden dresser and the sliding glass door area to the closet. I guess I’m expanding too much energy or TPTB and pals are telling me it’s time for bed. Okay! Okay! I’ll stop this computer madness! Good night!

  • 20110419-More Spooks

    During breakfast or lunch (I cannot remember which from two days ago), Paw had told of his interest in listening to politicians fighting over bills to be passed and signed during his college days in Quiapo, Philippines. He would sit through the events. The “liberals” are really the “Republicans”; while the Nationals represent the status quo.

    In Luneta, Philippines, he actually was two feet away from the presence of Richard Nixon, who was still a Congressman at that time. In the 1950s and during a very early morning event, Mr. Nixon paid respect to a place. Instead of standing like a military with two heels together and toes apart (as demonstrated by Paw to form a V-formation with his feet), Mr. Nixon stood “at attention” with both feet planted straight forward.

    So you see, folks. My Paw and his relatives have “politics” running in their blood. This could explain my happenstance with TPTB and pals. It’s a small world, indeed! Imagine that!

  • 20110417-More Spooks

    At 9:52pm, a copter has flown over our neighborhood. Earlier it has done the same. The sounds are obvious through the double-paned “glass” windows. The first sound was very faint, almost as if it wanted to be “silent” but was not at all!

    Could it be my blinking blue light from the OtterBox? Perhaps, when the sun sets in the distance and while the wooden blinds are still open upon twilight and into night time, a strange steady strobe can been seen by certain “concerned” sheep down below. I guess that’s our taxpayers’ money at work — curiosity to find out more about orgone energy. Bahahaha!

  • 20110417-More Spooks

    I cannot stand Paw: He is a stubborn old spook! He brought up Wanda S. and her joke about kidneys (of which he actually gloated and smiled widely) and “El Rushbeau” and his comment about failure of the “anointed one”.

    The old fart will continue to defend these spooks. As a result, I do NOT wish for the operative to be re-elected into a second term. These entities are truly possessed. I want his “head” cut off to stop the noise of stupidity!

    I tried to tell the moron that TPTB and pals are “related distantly” and spinning the information. I tried to add more of my theories of “mirrors” and “reversals” but he continues to have a mind-set that the “relatives” are attacking their own kind.

    To further show how compromised he has become, the two of us were trying to fill three containers of water — two 5 gallon and one half the size. I had rinsed out and started the fill for all three.

    Paw did fine with the first jug and placed that on the rolling cart. But I then noticed how the faucet was being shaken severely by Paw’s right hand! The moron was trying to turn off the fast flow by turning the knob counter-clockwise, which wouldn’t open any further!

    I quickly turned it clockwise and was able to slow it down and my third smaller one. He then got pissed off that I quickly loaded the filled containers and left the building hastily. He wanted to wipe down our CLEAN containers with the SHARED towel, which he claimed was unused, white and clean!

    But I saw how the seller used another grungy old, towel full of GRAY dirt from wiping down the aluminum tables! I didn’t want to contaminate the bottles with SHARED towels! The old fart was ranting to the left of his trunk while I lifted all three HEAVY into the trunk.

    So folks: With the morons (Asians and pals) who haven’t repaid what doesn’t belong to them, with TPTB and pals ruining the lives of future generation, and with a reptilian as my Paw, it’s no wonder I’ve been getting more frustrated and verbally LOUD at him and everyone else who get in my friggin’ way!

  • 20110415-More Spooks

    Last night at around 8:00pm, we watched “The Trump Interview” with Sean Hannity on FoxNews. Here are a few mentions that stuck to my mind:

    • The Chinese hate us (or the U.S. — aka the United States [of Americans]).
    • The Chinese pick the meanest “leader”. A mean person doesn’t get taken advantaged of like what TPTB and pals have done unto moi!

    —

    We heard him speak on the radio on Thursday afternoon and I recall hearing a figure around $33 million and him not being happy with $380 million. This man knows what he is talking about. Neat. But he is still one of “them”.

    I haven’t decided who will be our “next” leader. Each one seems to leave office with a “bitter taste” in the mouths of the citizens. Again, it’s to provide a sense of relief that the “head” of state has left, leaving the door open for the next “volunteer” to sign laws, you guessed it, to keep the status quo, you guessed it, of TPTB and pals.

  • 20110414-More Spooks

    For awhile, I wanted to blog about facial bumps. For example, Paw has a facial bump. It’s located on his left cheek as a green-colored, raised mole. I could make him gag and cough at will because I’m pissed off at his mistreatment of certain family members. I also can NOT stand his smell.

    As for Obama and some others, I notice, too, a recent bump near the corner of his left mouth. This would explain the obvious arrogance, high pride, sheer stubbornness, gross nastiness, and overall bad attitudes and a failure to compassion.

  • 20110413-More Spooks

    Am I the only one noticing my immediate surroundings more often than necessary? Almost without fail and almost every other day, if not on a daily basis, spooks would either be en route or just entering or exiting their vehicle or doing something in their trunks upon my arrival at their parked location.

    This synchronicity would occur with or without Shrimpsei’s OtterBox buzzing away in my small red bag, not purse, which would be more descriptive of those lady’s whose accessorized item is quite small and held by the hand, and somethings with a handle or spaghetti string for security.

    Upon entering the parish this Monday morning, there are blue-colored placards attached to the lower portion of the back most pews for each major section of the place. It has something to do with “T-coils” for those users of hearing aides, whose past squealing sounds of amplification were turned up too loud that others are bothered by what I cannot hear, thank goodness.

    After learning over the weekend (more so last Saturday evening) of the new RADIO waves transmitted within the parish, I have no choice but to juice up the OtterBox during morning attendance daily from Monday to Saturday. It is quite strange that the elderly twosome do not attend Sunday mass to complete the weekly attendance; since they feel Saturday’s evening mass fulfills the Sunday obligation.

    The pressure to my skull is noticeable when they turn on their radio frequency for broadcasting the sermons from the mouthpieces of worshiping invisible entities, who may or may not be good and sometimes mischievous, if not down right unresponsive, if ever but most assuredly slow. I swear! That place is crawling with entities who would want nothing more than to make lives miserable for the clueless.

    But with said radionics device on hand, that place is mine!

  • 20110413-More Spooks

    It’s almost 12:30am my time and I’m still awake because I’m awaiting for poop to come out, but it won’t! In the meantime, I’ve trolled an article on the EW site and came across two more hints: that prosperity does NOT come from that FAT BASTARD and his psychopath pals and that Barack Obama’s tribe is called the LUO, which really looks Chinese: The girl has yet to change her name to ours, which looks Greek or whatever — but it wasn’t originally spelled that way: I wonder what other secrets “our” families could possibly keep, other than knowing something about the Chinese government. Perhaps the Chinese, Obama and us are all “related”, only I don’t tan as darkly as the girl.

  • 20110331-More Spooks

    Of course, I had expected fireworks on my last day at the “temp job from hell”. I’ve learned that people would rather inflict pain on subordinates just to keep their jobs. I see that these same people are feeding their family, nay, their children the misery they give to other people. That will be a karmic debt, unfortunately for the superiors because their bosses are coming down on them.

    Since my hearing is already bad, I couldn’t pick up all the words. What had happened is that an issue arose in which someone else from another department came over and questioned an old timer who has been sucking up lots of benefits for staying in his position for a long time. Maybe he is good at what he does. Maybe he knows how to kiss ass, too. Of course, since people at that place prefer to pass on the stick to someone else instead of taking the heat for their lack of alternative means of monetary compensation, Nam raised his voice at the temp girl.

    Now I don’t know much about tradition and cultural differences, but he is a nasty old man. He doesn’t even look Vietnamese! In my mind, “You’re next”. I think these people operate on superstition, which is yet another form of fear-mongering and MIND CONTROL to keep the freedom loving spirits from fully express its opposition to the status quo. The way I see this situation is to make the temp girl hate the job so much that when she is “let go”, there would be a sense of relief, nay, no “hurt feelings”. It’s another technique of “soft tyranny” to keep the “evil spirits” from haunting the same people who refuse to say “no” to their superiors.

    “They’re stupid.” said the wise old lady. In my mind, I say: “They’re FOREIGNERS!”