I’ve chatted again with a bunch of business folks from the South Eastern part of America and a few minutes with some fat blob from Yahoo! Messenger, who later came by as one of the administrator to that first chatting session, which began around 5:09pm (PDT). I stayed until 7:34pm, popping back in three times (as `be right back` and/or `away`) because I had to do laundry, clean the parakeets and house.
I didn’t learn much except save the links as favorite for later viewing and patronizing. The talk was about news of a sink hold in Guatemala, coughing spells from reptoids, exercises for shoulders, zappers, orgone, local artists, musicians and other nonsense. One member got pissed because he couldn’t follow our cryptic messages to each other. One asked if I was psychic. I replied in the negative, which is true because they are all spooks.
The administrator has connections to the military, schools and such. Another administrator was a former student of his. The rest are tag teams from his schools, no doubt and another spooks from the `outside of the sandbox` claiming that newbies are so excited to learn of orgonite from his site that they wanted some TODAY, which is a HOLIDAY meant for fun and no business until tomorrow!
So that’s fine. I’ve played along. I’ve got my giggles and more orgone stuff en route to the doorstep of the homeowner. That’s right! I’m homeless! Without these good folks, I’m out on the street, Pete! I’m still getting ready to fight back and not hiding anymore and I want something back. They know. You know. TPTB knows. They play dumb but they just `sit back and watch`, which is why I logged out.
Today, the three of us visited Uncle’s grave up in Milpitas, CA. I had to get an America flag from the office; since there was no flag at the grave fro Uncle. If the grave was a Veteran’s Marker, either granite or bronze (with a distinct, raised border on top), then the `boy’s scouts` could put the flag at the top middle of the fallen on and into the ground below, which is mostly grass, of course.
When I returned with the flag, Maw and Paw had finished putting the flowers into vase. Water was added. And Bob Fields came by to check if we needed assistance. I inquired how do I know if Uncle could get a flag every year on Memorial’s Day. He said to let the office know but it’s no guarantee because the scouts may overlook the veteran without the government issued verions.
He showed us the two versions of Veteran’s Markers. He flicked his tongue several times before, during and after the conversation. He coughed after pointing out the granite marker, which as about ten or so at the burial place so far. He was tall, white and wore a lobster-red face, along with shades like a spook. But he is a nice chap altogether.
After lurking on a conspiracy site and reading about a ring-shaped UFO over Los Angeles, CA, I cannot help but wonder why UFOs don’t make more common appearances during the daytime? And if UFOs are real and if they are also a threat to the nation’s security, wouldn’t there be loud sounds from jets flying overhead to intercept these objects of unknown origin?
And why are the videos so blurry? Why can’t the WEALTHY people of Los Angeles, CA buy expensive night-vision equipment to take good photos and videos of these alleged UFOs? Why do the rest of the common, poor folks have to be the ones to capture unsteady images with their cheap recording equipment?
Where are the `UFO hunters` (which are similar to the `ghost hunters` only aliens are not the pursuit) that I see on television shows for cable programming? Why can’t people take notes, blog about it and tell everyone what they saw in clear detail?
Surely there are VERY skilled artists who can draw what they have seen. Surely there are those with autistic-like, photographic memories that could describe with such precision details that forensic scientists could recreate the events?
Who is being fool and why don’t people just use their brains? If I haven’t seen a UFO, then they don’t exist. When I blogged about my encounters with extraterrestrial, no one will believe. So there is your answer: No one will believe until the person actually witnesses these UFO events.
I just submitted a cry for help to the Support team here at WordPress.com. I cannot view three of my precious pages, which are now found under the `Author page`, which is about moi. I think the evil trolls took my precious away! Gone but viewable as HTML though the edit section of new posts.
Two of my pages came up as: `Search Results – Sorry, but no posts matched your criteria.` While the third page came up as: `File Not Found – Sorry, but the page you requested cannot be found.` These pages are over two years old!
Well, I’m trying `Dusk by Becca Wei` again. I used the original `purple` color to build around the baby blue and gray colors. I feel like spanking this weblog. I’m not feeling the pizazz, the oomph! It’s a bad boy, indeed!