Carbon, the basis of all known life on earth, has surprised us once again.
Carbon, the basis of all known life on earth, has surprised us once again.
Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
12:31. I am watching the YouTube video “President Obama Speaks about Insourcing American Jobs“. That’s the globalist ticket. I learned a new word: insourcing. “the practice of subcontracting work to another company that is under the same general ownership.” As per my VERY old blogs, I “imagined” that businesses would insource labor from American workforce into foreign countries/nations. For example, tf there secured jobs that pay in US dollars in the Philippines, I’d live and die there.
10:05. Be good to your body by drinking clean, bottled water. Yet here we are, spoiling our bodies with cured turkey breast (by Oscar Meyers), for breakfast this morning.
10:00. Maw expressed to us: “Why do we need a president?” Last night, the boy expressed the same: “Why do we need a president to veto bills passed by Congress/Senate?” Therefore, my thoughts indicate that we do NOT need a president, which has been the case. For these presidents are mere figure-heads and voice-pieces for and by TPTB and pals for a globalist agenda.
09:28. I’ve gotten two highly charged expisodes by static electricity! One was when I tried to remove my acrylic sweater with fine “fur” sticking out! Then I went over to turn on the computer and got shock by touching the power button located atop the HP Pavilion Slimline tower! I hate synthetic fabric, especially acrylic, polyester and rayon.
06:34. I got up at 6:33am to use the toile and later I had a thought about January the 13th. I then went back to bed, was awaken by Maw at around 7:15am, got ready quickly for this morning’s mass and then left the house at around 7:40am, upon which we saw the divorced nutter backed out her maroon-colored, Dodge caravan and headed in a south east direction at 120 degrees.
At 16:36, I was listening to an 9:53 audio via YouTube about “50 Cent Speaks On Secret Societies In Hip Hop!” He is articulate. And like him there are lots of black folks who are intelligent enough to tell it how it is but some choose to just lay low. When they come out to tell the truth, you can hear how their words flow easily.
It’s hard to come out with the truth. Trust me on this one. That’s why I am blogging anonymously.
I remember “hip-hop” was really fun until Satan came along to ruin the hearts, souls and minds of these musical artists. The temptation and addiction for lots of power, money, fortune, fame, drugs, alcohol, sex, and mostly GREED, will always be there to CHANGE as person.
YES, WE CAN! (or the reverse of THANK YOU, SATAN.)
So for any new and current performance artist, save your souls. Don’t eat the meat. Don’t drink the blood. Be ready to lose everything when you want to move on and out and to do your own things. Because while you are still under THEIR control, you are pretty much a victim and a slave (all over again). You have NO freedom.
Trust me on this one. I’ve been on the radar all my life. And I’m not even popular or fortunate enough to go public! Surprise!
“I do.” I’m ready to go anytime and there’s no fear, just wonderment on how and when… Maw said the other day that when it’s our time there’s no need to fight back what is inevitable. That’s life, I guess…
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Well, I was watching another tear-jerking video. It’s about seven minutes long. He holds up flash cards and smiles.
Sick Teen’s Videos Go Viral After Death
Wed, Dec 28, 2011 6:15 PM EST – ABC News 7:16 | 6,075,864 views
Ben Breedlove, 18, succumbed to a heart condition on Christmas night.
Well, I cried… The YouTube video is truly touching/sad… Here are the lyrics to the song:
“In the stillness among the vast lands
I dream of Mother praying for me
She looks afar and gives precious milk to the heavens.
As offering for my well-being
My Mother, so far away, so far awayStars twinkle above the grasslands
While in my dreams I see Mother’s caring face
As she prays to the heavens to wish me gospeed
My Mother, so far away, so far awayIn my dream I see Home basking in golden sunbeam
While Mother softly sings an enchanting melody
There in the grasslands lie my everlasting home
My dearest Mother, wait for my return.”
Well, in recent news,
“President Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama celebrate Hanukkah with a reception at the White House. December 8, 2011.”
Hanukkah at the White House | Uploaded by whitehouse on Dec 8, 2011″
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It so happens that yesterday was Immaculate Conception day. So maybe the Jews got their “ritual” incorrectly. Symbolically, by lighting all nine candles at once instead of lighting each one over a period of eight to nine days, Obama showed the world that life/”Christmas” begins at CONCEPTION and New Years starts next week. Notice the great humor these fellow reptilians have at with the ceremonial gaffe. Take it as a symbolic “scolding” to the ancient bloggers who messed up history and the descendants who “follow blindly”, an outmoded tradition. Bahahaha!
So I was trolling some YouTube video on the Russian National Anthem (my most favorite and beautiful anthem ever) and came across “Soviet National anthem remix by Igor Ugolnikov 1991“. You could hear the post-80’s flavor in the presentation, along with the outfit, hair and clothes! Bahahaha! There are lots of videos on rock and some on trance and techno, too.
Here are my notes via the “Memo” apps of my cellphone:
2243pm: Maw was tucked in for the night. “This is right.” She said. No. It’s confusing. But the layout of her bedroom “feels” logical. Walk-through in counter clockwise direction along walls to the “right”: Door, (go straight), mirror dresser/jewelry box and junk, amoire/television and receiver, (turn left), windows/blinds, (turn left) matching bedside table/CPAP machine, bed/TempurPedic, folding wooden table, another wooden table, triple lamp pole, (turn left), closets full of clothes, exit door to the right.
2206pm: Earlier today, I got bored again and deleted all the Favorites from my YouTube account.
15:00pm: Saw large, white-colored SUV (with CA license plate number ending in 215) pull suddenly behind MY PILE OF YARD WORK from the railroad intersection. A skinny white boy with brunette hair and black and white clothes got out of his “truck” and opened his WHITE hood. He then “hid” behind the “passenger” side of the jacked-up vehicle when I made a U-TURN to slow down and look. It was around 1506pm, because the Mark R. Levin jingle to his show started. When I returned 1/4 of a mile in the direction of Monterey Road via Hedding (to pick up up our repaired chair from Fred (the compadre of Carlos, who later helped us load the chair into Paw’s Mazda), he left the scene, made a U-TURN and took off at the railroad intersection and headed in the northwest direction.
1320pm: Paw reported that Ossy came back, hollered at Paw and retrieved his ladder, which is left tethered to our home off the side entry way. He sounded out of breath, a sign that his veins are clogged. He had a decided limp yesterday upon entering out home with Erik.
1153am: At 1145am I completed yard work and heard Paw said his thanks for helping him do the yard work. He should have thanked Maw, too, who helped to scoop the remaining persimmon leaves into the wheelbarrow while I swept our SIDE PROPERTY of FENCE and of EUCALYPTUS TREE and SLABS OF CEMENT. I did the city a favor by sweeping the sidewalk AND streets/curbs with my electric blower/OLD green rake, respectively.
1153am: At 1120am, the building inspector (from the city) came over, said hello to my while I wore my blue mask and ALL over black outfit while doing yard work off the side street. I told Maw and then Paw that he was here and Paw managed to get his name, Mike. While he was inspecting I noticed a maroon-colored sedan parked north of my work site and next to the second eucalyptus tree growing off the side of the neighbor in front of us. I kept flicking him off until I finished my yard work. He left when I finished, which wasn’t so because Maw took away two of my sweeping tools and had to follow her into the backyard.
0954am: At 2038pm last night (11/16/2011), I heard the loud grumbling of a spook shifting his car into gear to make donut holes on MY intersection. I jumped out of bed and peeped through my blinds. He sensed that he sensed my presence and left the scene westward on the RUE. I took a VERY BLURRY mental note on the shape of his DARK car, which was VERY pointed at the hood and squared off at the back. A few minutes later, I heard his vehicle grumbling in the VERY distance somewhere, I knocked his car off, too.
0953am: At 0951am today, I noticed a white bearded guy sitting one table from us. I could see he looked like Santa Claus with his beards and rosy cheeks. He seemed to be prayer with both hands clasped together on the table, his head held downward and his eyes closed. At that time, he sent his purple visual with my eyes closed. He jolted upright and seemed to have touched his throat. That was the area where I wore Shrimpsei’s nano-pendant. At that VERY same time, two waitresses came from behind us and over to serve him. He must be a regular patron of the place. Paw and I had Pumpkin Nut Pancakes, which were delicious! Maw had a power breakfast for $5.
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Hallelujah! I’m bored again. Instead of blogging, I decided to watch videos on YouTube. So I trolled a site on classic toys, then the front page for human/alien hybrids to beautiful eyes. Then I saw gross stuff about extraction of cysts and spider bites! Yuch! If it were not for the media outlets like blogging, videos, gaming, and yes porno, I’m sure people — the 99% — that are mostly dummies, would express themselves outdoors. Now I’m not suggesting they’d harm/hurt themselves and others. But computers do society a favor — by keeping the criminals preoccupied with whatever interests them online! (That was an old topic of an OPEN forum discussion board on the largest conspiracy site, by the way.)
For the past two days or so, Maw and I have listened to “Classic Country“, provided by AT&T. We tried “True Country” and “Today’s Country” but I’ve feel like I’m getting high blood pressure from the fast, rock-like beat of these two channels.
We both agreed that the CLEAR lyrics, slow tempo and overall “feel” of the “classical” version is the best. The story telling is usually about family, the hardship of life on the farm, coal mine and such, and the gratitude and thanks to the Lord, the parents and other who made their lives and success possible, like that nice and good-looking boy Brad Paisley (who stammered a bit/didn’t interview well with Greta the other night).
Maw learned some history from the header and footer of each song artist, such as Loretta Lynn, Emmylou Harris, Kenny Rogers, Roni Milsap, George Jones, Crystal Gayle, Dolly Parton, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, etc. (Yes, I’ve listed the ones from the TOP OF MY HEAD and forgot the rest after Waylon).
I do recognize their songs, by the way. I must be OLD in order to appreciate this musical genre. (On a side note, Maw and I were watching a commercial on television for “Teen Years”, offered by Time. Neil Sedaka (now fatter but still talented) was a co-host for this commercial. Again, I do recognize these “doo-wop” style. And I was tempted to buy the 10 CD set for a mere $160 or so.
As for rock music, I still like to listen to the noise but have since “donated” ALL CD’s earlier this summer as part of my anti-hoarding, minimalistic philosophy. So beside watching the noise on recent uploads via YouTube, I still enjoy my old favorites, like classical musics but even Beethoven’s fast-paced, loud piano music can give me high blood pressure.
So I’ve been deleting and editing “Link Categories”. I’m trying to streamline how each Blogroll Links are categorized. Some appear under multiple headings and I don’t like that but that’s for the convenience of the reader. So far both my TBP and LWO are “cleaned-up”. I’ll keep my favorite links as “Yes” for “Visible.” Some links were once under the Blogroll Links and are duplicated under the Posts. So the description to each link are copied over to the posts.