One-Eyed Kitty

When we were young, we were restless. I was mostly clueless and didn’t stop my younger brother from throwing a small rock at a very black kitty cat. The small projectile injured the left eye of the kitty and rendered it blind in that one eye.

I believe that we are cursed for burning ants with our magnifying glass, swatting flies in mid air, skewering baby Monarch butterfly caterpillars and squashing spiders and vacuuming other small critters.

While I washed tonight’s dinner dishes, I cradled the poor kitty in my mind’s eye, soothing it to sleep. I also sensed that my brother should repent and ask forgiveness of the kitty from long ago. Perhaps then he will have have peace of mind and less fighting while conscious and in his dreams.

20101030-Phone Call

Well, Paw just got a long distance call a few minutes ago that his maternal uncle “Julian” passed away in the Philippines at around 1:05am on Sunday (or Halloween Day if they celebrate the event). Julian is the last of five siblings of his mother’s side. Paw seemed quite affected by the news. He is calling his other relatives now.

We kids really don’t know the guy except by name.

Seven More Demons

With regard to the divorced nutter next door, I figured one demon is better than seven spirits more wicked than her. So I guess she does serve a purpose after all. It was a small thought since the latest incident last Saturday. This thought was in reference to the following Biblical passages:

Matthew 12 KJV

43When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest, and findeth none. 44Then he saith, I will return into my house from whence I came out; and when he is come, he findeth it empty, swept, and garnished. 45Then goeth he, and taketh with himself seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter in and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first. Even so shall it be also unto this wicked generation.

Luke 11 KJV

24When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest; and finding none, he saith, I will return unto my house whence I came out. 25And when he cometh, he findeth it swept and garnished. 26Then goeth he, and taketh to him seven other spirits more wicked than himself; and they enter in, and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first.

Actors’ Hoards

During this Monday’s morning sermon by Father Michael, he mentioned the following word definition:

Hypocrites

Origin:
1175–1225;  ME ipocrite  < OF < LL hypocrita  < Gk hypokritḗs  a stage actor, hence one who pretends to be what he is not, equiv. to hypokrī́ ( nesthai ) ( see hypocrisy) + -tēs  agent suffix

Hypocrite is Greek word meaning ACTOR, which means they usually play a role and assume the personality set of that character. It’s almost close to having multiple personality. And that is a psychiatric illness.

For the most part, actors are creative artists, initially starving and coming from humble roots. Later, as the actors, who are supposed to keep true to their art and inspire others to learn the trade of being “actors”, who entertain but hopefully so not to fool their audience, they are sometimes prone to addictive habits in substance abuse, such as drugs and alcohol and other an abuse to self and others, loved ones and strangers alike.

These asset are no longer “true actors” but mindless puppets, who are groomed like dogs by their handlers. The actor’s hard earned wealth are reaped by their handlers; while the puppets enjoy their temporary limelight of fame and fortune. Upon the deaths of these assets by nefarious “whack jobs”, they are “taken cared of” by their managers, accountants, estate planners, lawyers and other ungrateful administrative tools, such as family and friends.

Again in my previous blog entries, instead of getting the family involved, these assets are taken advantaged of by those who seek to profit from the hard work of these artists. In a world full of hypocrites, its no wonder people are better off dead so that others can take from the rich. Get it?

Hallows Day

At around 9:30am today, I talked to two little Viet kids. One was not a pink fairy but Tinkerbell. The tip of her right wing is a little torn. The boy was an Autobot – yellow color – Nightstalker or Prowler.

At around 12:00am to 1:15pm, Hoan, Theresa and I enjoyed the Halloween party. The catered food was tomato wrap, hot potato salad, smallbread with three or more types of cheese spreads and lots of desser wedges all stacked up on nice silver-like displays. But I sat with Theresa and the finance department. The VP of finance was there and so was the accounting manager. Allan B. took the day off. My main fantasy guy took his lunch away from the crowd.

The costume winner was a “She-Devil” for $100 prize. “Tupac Shakur” and “Renaissance Man” followed as 2nd and 3rd, respectively. It’s obvious the company sold out – Satan, who is FEMALE! And Tupac lives! Amazingly he looks like the artist! The other big white guy is normal.

I took some pictures but the “Dark Angel” dressed in black with black wings got in the way. The “Poisonous Spider” looked all black and blue. There’s a couple of TALL and groovy guys with wigs from the 70′s – an Afro and the sideswept bangs.