Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • Sports ship…

    For most if my life I’ve been a spectator if sports. During my growing years back east, I recall watching Jerry West play basketball.

    We’d watch during the rain and snow. I sometimes watch the sunset, a big orange ball, going down part our front windows to my right.

    So you can say that our long, wooden Magnovox stereo system was facing “north”.

    During my teenage years, I participated in P.E. (or physical education) during classes. It wasn’t my favorite class. I almost got on the “president’s list” but couldn’t complete the sit-ups in time. Running was the worse. Getting hit on the head by a big softball wasn’t fun.

    During my young adult, I joined a health club. It was the 24-hour Nautilus. The place smelled. the people smelled. I worked on all the weight lifting equipment but never joined the aerobics.

    As I got older, I enjoyed watching live baseball with the companies I worked for. I didn’t care for baseball as much as I cared for watching on television, my favorite football team, the Denver Broncos, because my ex-boyfriend of a spook has a second uncle who was a coach of the team.

    Then I realized that doing sports was hard work and caused me some pain. I just didn’t like running after the tennis ball, the ping-pong ball, the badminton thingy or even a simple Frisbee. Walking SLOWLY was the only healthy option for me now because of my aching feet.

    Further I felt certain sports are  violent, if not deadly whereby guys hurt each other in football and gals suffer paralysis from falls in gymnastics. I get stressed out just watching the Olympic and the potential for injury by these athletes.

    I didn’t like the competitive mentality of winner takes all; while all others are left in defeat without shiny trophies or as runner-up with silver or bronze medals. I wanted everyone to win in any time zone.

    Yes, I do make fun of those who didn’t win or run funny. I admit my shortcomings in playing sports is projected as laughter toward those competitors who strive to do more than just physical health but to be the best among the rest.

    Sportsmanship is supposed to mean taking the fall for another who cannot keep up or know how to play by the rules.

    As per Rick’s speech in Greeley, Colorado, “don’t be “stewards” who “dropped the ball”. In other words, part nice and be there for each other as team players.

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  • Crowd controlled…

    Yesterday, the boy came home after work. He forgot/inquired what happened to Maw and greeted her just the same.

    One of his conversation was about how cops are so order by their superiors —  to maintain peace by disbursing the crowd after several verbal warnings.

    Those who disobey are to be arrested. There are those who get too close for comfort and are therefore injured to some extent.

    The point is that the law enforcements are FAR out numbered. When the mob mentality kicks in, chaos CAN turn violent and deadly, too.

    One time, the boy had to run away with some “friend/s”, because he could feel the BAD energy of tension, frustration, and anger building up among an unknown crowd.

    —

    That is why laws, such as SOPA, PIPA  and ACTA, must and will be passed. Because people really can be disruptive against the status quo in person and online, of course.

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  • Rocky road…

    I’m larger than life and slightly overweight.

    My philosophy is broad as is my bluntness.

    My feet are big and I wear shoes sized “nine 9.5 (US) wide”.

    As for my name, I prefer those written in CAPITALIZED letters.

    My big head much like my ego is too heavy for my neck and shoulders.

    As for secrets those will be buried with me under tons of stones.

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  • 20120130-Prayer Journal

    Here are my notes while trying to drift off to sleep:

    23:34. I felt another discharge of subtle energy leave my system after I mediated on the same prayer. At 23:35, the heater turns off and I felt a touch on my head of hair.

    23:29. I felt an energy surge throughout my body after feeling pin point energy ball tap at the middle of my hairline of my forehead after meditating to the “Fatima” prayer. After the initial acknowledgment, the heater mysteriously turned on for two minutes, warmed until the blowers turned on loudly at 23: 29.

    “O my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell, lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of Thy mercy. Amen.”

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  • GodLife: God Loves You

    Per “A Prayer For You” via Ads by AdMob; while trying a “Picassa Tool” app, here is a prayer…

    “Lord Jesus, I believe you are the Son of God. Thank you for dying on the cross for my sins. Please forgive my sins and give me the gift of eternal life. I ask you in to my life and heart to be my Lord and Savior. I want to serve you always.”

    http://m.godlife.com/godlovesyou/?c=350

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  • Weekly Photo Challenge: Hope

    http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/01/27/weekly-photo-challenge-hope

    Here is a photo of a walking cane made from an Acacia Koa wood of Hawaii:

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  • 20120125-Random Notes

    Here arts my notes via the “Memo” app of my smart phone:

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  • The role of niacin in detoxification

    http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JuicingAndRawFoods/~3/bTaKbEXSyK4/role-of-niacin-in-detoxification.html (more…)

  • Creative Manifestos

    How many times have you looked at a quote and thought, “Okay, now’s my time to write something memorable”? There were many times when I should have thought of that memorable quote in the first place.

    Where do you find inspirational words? Usually I find those inspirational words online, such as the lyrics to “Bless “The Beast” And The Children”.

    Better yet, what’s your favorite quote that you’ve written yourself? I wrote my own epitaph. Or better yet here is a new quote by moi called “The Nephilim“:

    Let not your bodies/hearts be spoiled/troubled by the poisons/traps of this world.

    —

    http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/01/24/creative-manifestos/

  • Snappy fools…

    I weep for my bro… He is ambivalent about everything, including his marriage. His cane is Maw’s wise words. He listens well and uses her advice for himself and for others but turns a deaf ear when it comes to his personal/love life.

    He got worked up with Piers Morgan being a foreigner hired by CNN. I defended the globalist agenda of allowing free-trade/labor and the fact that America is still a British Corporation.

    He also got worked up by the crucifix being covered up when Obama made a speech at Notre Dame. I defended the respect of “Christ” in a symbolic death and the sin of worshiping “graven images”.

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  • SC GOP debate…

    Since I couldn’t comment to my own post, I had to open up this new post.

    Yesterday, Maw thinks that any and all potential POTUS should NOT be required to disclose their financial statement show their income taxes because some don’t want to reveal their charity efforts.

    We are watching “The Southern Republican Presidential Debate” and Maw doesn’t mind if Mitt wins because he knows about business.

    She sensed he is too honest and couldn’t “lie” outright in public, which would explain why he stammers/stutters, unlike the remaining four candidates.

    Like I said, the next POTUS has already been pre-determined. I know. He would be someone whose religious affiliation knows what to do with my retirement accounts/personal loans/hard-earned monies.

    The alphabet soup knows what I am talking about…

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  • No fuglies…

    Fugly girls like me will never marry her “knight in shining armor”. This is the way nature intended — to breed in good qualities and to leave out unfavorable ones, such as perverts and psychotics and the usual retarded kinds and midgets, too.

    Guys just seem to know what kind of girls are good as house wives, as sex toys or as fun friends. They seem to be experts in identifying those who are stupid and easily malleable and who are intelligent enough to fight back like a banshee.

    Girls like us love guys for the same reasons: to get laid. Don’t get us wrong. We too love the challenge of playing around and eventually finding a “Mr. Right”, who will provide for the family basically and naturally speaking. Everything else is just fun and games of who will be on top.

    To make the game more fun, a good, best friend (right or left-handed) is there to make sure the fool in love didn’t make the mistake of hooking up with creeps, which can range from dead beats dads, two timing fornicators or just plain bad news, like criminals.

    Anyway, it is better to have loved a fugly than to NOT have loved a beauty at all.

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