Crazy Cancerous

People born in the month of July are emotional crybabies. They are also known to be `wild and uncontrollable`. They are born under the sign of `Cancer`. And like their astrological sign, these people can get `crabby` or snappy with their claws.

Another thought of cancers involves women who go crazy, not so much strongly influenced by the magical force of the moon, but by the way the proteins in their body attack the cancers.

I was thinking about a Discovery Health show on television, which aired a documentary about this woman who exhibited craziness in the form violent fits of rage. She had to be strapped down in the hospital bed so as to reduce injury to self and others.

The show later found uterine cancer and removed that from her fleshy body. I believe that is what happened to the Chingster. Her aggressive outburst and denigrating words to hurt others could be attributed to her STAGE FOUR cancer.

It’s sad to know that maybe all women and men who suffer from their own body’s inability to process out the cancers end up being misdiagnosed as crazy when in fact the proteins (or antigens) are the ones causing these symptoms.

To Obama and pals: Perhaps there needs to be more scientific studies to reduce cancer and find ways to aide for the body to combat these suckers. Or I would enforce and/or encourage more prayers to God, Allah, Buddha, etc. for intervention, if that is okay with them.

Densely Thick

Paw and Maw, well, are so normal and conservative. They see no need to show off but behave properly and without higher expectations. But they are thick in the head. Their concept in other people’s affairs is dense. That’s like me, dense and hard of hearing. It takes a couple or more times to get one piece of information through the thick skulls.

On Thursday night, I printed out instructions on what Paw or Maw needed to say to the annoying callers from UCB, who got their phone number from an old credit report. To Obama and pals, you need to fix these types of business practices. The owner of that phone number has no business relationship with those callers who are asking for me. Either you repay me or else.

But Paw only said `Sorry. Wrong Number`. The outsourced customer service representative from India (obviously because she had a distinct Indian accent) said in response to Paw: ‘Sorry.’ This blog entry is to log in the information. The time was 07-30-10, 12:39 PM and the duration was 0:56.

So I guess I’ve chose my set of parents before I was born. And so I guess I’ll have to be parents to those who have been good parents until they start getting older, which is recently. And thanks to Pete and pals, they’ve taken ten slong years of my life by lying to others before me.

Cold Pimon

Pimon has been cold lately. He is currently resting at the bottom of the cage. I believe he is ready to pass on due to old age of eight years, DNA from parents we found from the wild and probably hormonal imbalance of a brown beak and liver problem as seen from bruises on his toes.

He is eating because his poop is a lot more this time. The other birds are playing and flying around while he sleeps with his head tucked into his fluffed up feathers. Without going to the vet, we have been administering the OxySilver in the hopes of his full recovery.

All we could do now is pray and boost. But I know he has to go because it’s time. Again people live in denial that life means living and living is full of life. Um. No. You’re wrong. The design of this earth plane is to die and to learn immortality for the few. The rest are not above the law.

The Rose

I remember singing the following old song during choir class back in my awkward high school days. I was wearing a retainer after getting my braces out. It ruined the sounds of my singing. Bette Midler and I share the same birth date, by the way.

The Rose Lyrics (sung by Bette Midler)

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, its only seed

It’s the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It’s the one who won’t be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed
That with the sun’s love,
in the spring
Becomes the rose

Here is a YouTube.com of the song along with lyrics:

Backward Flag

Why is the U.S. flag worn “backwards” on the uniform?

The rule dates back to the Army’s early history, when both mounted cavalry and infantry units would designate a standard bearer, who carried the Colors into battle. As he charged, his forward momentum caused the flag to stream back.

This is the thought I had: Since the pole-mounted flag flows forward in the wind, it doesn’t matter if the soldier wears the patch on his left shoulder (forward) or his right shoulder (backwards). But since the military wears the American flag patch backwards, that could mean something else.

If, for example, an army personnel wears the backward American flag patch in front of a civilian wearing an American flag patch in the proper direction, say on his left shoulder,  then I just see a reflection of one side defending the other side.

In other words, what the military does with bullets the civilian can do without. While the military goes out in the front line of fire with swords and bullets, the civilian must go behind the scenes and defend the nation through pens and papers.