20080417-Childrens’ Cries

I grow weary of the recent news portraying children as abused victims by their possessed handlers, some of which are loving and doting parents (such as Members of the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, a renegade offshoot of the Mormon religion) and even the respected authoritative figureheads (such as priests of the Catholic religion).

Prior to the worldwide broadcast of newsworthy sensationalism, there seemed to have been little notice or any care of anything considered as ‘bad’, ‘wrong’ or unimaginable to the minds of simple folks living out in the country. Now the multi-billion media is capable of bringing to our attention how distracting these out of the ordinary events sway the opinions of the public.

With the technology of television and radio evolving into internet as a good source of up-to-date news, the only history in the making are the cries of many more abused children that go unanswered by the likes of groups (made up of old men and tolerating women) that hide behind the guise of religion, not the Pope’s visit for the very first time on the soil of ‘America’ on Tuesday, April 15, 2008, which is ‘Income Tax Day’ in the United States.

I especially do not appreciate the growing trend of different, tax-free denominations (especially the kinds that cite from various interpretations of the Bible) and how these organizations appear to embody a safe haven for salvation to people who follow blindly without understanding the truth behind donation in the first place.

These donations are supposed to go to those in the most need, like the poor, the hungry and especially the victims of the sexual abuses within the vile clutches of religious entities and not into the constructing of mansions for reverends or the renovating of old buildings and the developing of real estate. One could surmise the possibility that the Vatican is bankrupt, if not financially but spiritually as well.

And the very nature of the Pope’s visit to the U.S. (besides the celebration of his 84th birthday on April 16, 2008 away from his family) could influence the sheer number of votes by Catholics (by almost half the population) in the upcoming Pennsylvania election on April 22, 2008.

His timing could not have been a better from touching down at Andrews Air Force Base in Maryland to coming out of the Alitalia airlines, waving to the faithful below, walking down the steps rather quickly and shaking hands with George W. Bush on a symbolic double-digit time of around 1:11:45PM.

The Catholic Church and its unification of various religions may be a powerful entity representing the fulfillment of this alleged NWO agenda. And once again media has shown a Muslim convert being blessed on March 22, 2008 at Easter Mass by the Pope as an example to the whole world which religious ’side’ is taken by the United States.

I am suggesting that perhaps this powerful message is a clue as to where the world is headed — order out of chaos, the removal (and possible jail time) of abusive entities to innocent lives and firm believers in an invisible, flesh eating, blood thirsty ‘God’ — their god, not ours. As a result, the children could never go back to pain of former family units but should look forward to hope of freedom loving kinds.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080407-Healthy Hilot

The word ‘Hilot‘ in Filipino means massage or to give a massage. ‘Hilot‘ to some of us means healing or to heal. On Saturday, April 5,2008 after the dinner with ‘Ben’ and ‘Minda’, ‘Maw’ was doing most of the talking while ‘Ben’ played some easy, sounding arpeggios of sad music, most of which I do not recognize because I was but a baby during the old timers’ days. I, of course, whipped out my digital camera, took some pictures and videos of him playing on my Kimball, upright piano. A good time was had listening to someone else play for me.

Story one: Frauds

During one of the conversation, we recalled an incident whereby ‘Maw’ had sustained a very painful neck. This occurred after ’Razor’ had called ‘Maw’ on the phone one evening about being very ill (or something I cannot clearly recall). And she suddenly sprinted down the stairs in another one of her emotional state of fear and shock. And this was all about nothing really close to an emergency. Afterwards in a sigh of some blessed relief and probably a few days later, she felt something was wrong with her neck.

Her neck was out of place and she couldn’t turn, let alone move with the slightest bit and without lots of sharp pains. She went to those stupid medical doctors and all these poison-mongers did was prescribe to her some pain relief, which could have been easily purchased over the counter at some local grocery or drug store.

But nothing from those people in their white smocks could relieve ‘Maw’. They could have referred her to a chiropractor but we didn’t know about these ‘healers’ and those medical doctors (for whatever dumb reasons) are not allowed to disclose this bit of information to those patients with a simple tune up elsewhere.

So ‘Maw’ suffered many days without much recourse. She felt as if the end of the world was upon her. We sought outside help and went along with the healing frauds held in the house of my nemesis — ‘Orge’ and ‘Macaroni’, the youngest brother of ‘Paw’. The couple had this woman by the name of ‘Evilyn’ and her darker female companion at their residence, which was the house immediately after the one bought (and sold last year) in Gemini Ct.

Both these Filipino women were doing healings by touching the patients with all sorts of physical ailments in the guise of spiritual salvation. In a prior visit, I remember accompanying ‘Maw’ in one of the bedroom upstairs with the darker female perform some ‘hilot‘ on her back. The simple placing of the woman’s thumb coated in this oil didn’t do much to convince ‘Maw’ who knew the woman didn’t know where the pain was located.

In another related story, I remember driving my parental units to visit ‘Evilyn’ and her equally fraudulent husband up in Livermore, CA. The nemesis (’Orge’ and ‘Macaroni’) were there along with ‘Giant’ who was wearing a pretty dress above her knees. ‘Giant’ was but a child and I remember how she screamed in another room behind the garage when the ‘hilot’ was taking place. My instinct was to bang at the closed door and rush in to save my youngest paternal first cousins from these fools. But after a couple of steps, I decided not to interfere with their reality.

Anyway, this second visit for the ‘hilot‘ was weird than the first one. There sat ‘Maw’ in agonizing pain and in front of ‘Maw’ sat the darker female. This ‘healing’ was taking place in one of the living rooms of the homeowners –my nemesis who was looking onward from the kitchen area as were other darker Filipinos who were standing around looking for answers to their unheard prayers to a deaf ‘God’.

So the darker female made all sorts of nonsense about a bad spirit of some sort residing inside ‘Maw’ to the people around her. Then I remember her placing her hands on the hands of ‘Maw’. The woman started shaking slowly and then faster but only for a few seconds. She paused and said something about the bad stuff being too strong. Then she did the same thing — shaking and shivering.

But after this second attempt of driving away this alleged ‘evil’, no good result was witnessed by me as I sat quickly in front of ‘Maw’ and asked if she was fine. ‘Maw’ said and shook her head, ‘No’. I glared at the frauds, the nemesis and the stupid people that night. We paid our dues to and on behalf of the ‘Mother’ of Christ and left.

So the point is: I really dislike my nemesis for putting us through those scare tactics of a making us believe in a ‘Kapre‘ (a giant hairy being) residing in one of trees next to our house, putting my aunt-in-law ‘Conceiving’ into hundreds of dollars to fill the mind of a vengeful divorced woman the answers of downfalls on my paternal uncle, Verling and telling ‘Spill-Low’ and ’Conceiving’ as well not to shower for two days. ‘Macaroni’ even told his eldest bother, my ‘Paw’, not to carry the coffin of his deceased father!

Story two: Healers

Healers do not seek profit for their selfless services. They do not make themselves widely know and advertise like religious frauds you see on television or attend during assemblies, masses, gatherings or congregations but keep to themselves among small circles of family and friends.

This is one true story because ’Pod’ (my paternal first cousin) had broken his wrist or hand and his mother, my aunt-in-law, ‘Babel’, brought him to a Filipino lady, who put the broken bones back together again.

Another one of our miracle was when ‘Babel’ brought us to see this same woman. I remember we sat quietly in this slightly darkened living room while she picked up and played with her grandchild from inside the crib or playpen in front of us. There was a wall to our left with the rest of the rooms to our right.

There appears to be little or no statues or figurines of Christianity typically found in the houses of Filipinos, except for ‘Orge’ and ‘Macaroni’ who have life-sized statues of Buddha, Saints, Mother and Christ cluttering up their ’sacred space’ (for showing off no doubt)! There was, however, a small picture showing the head of Jesus looking upward but I cannot recall clearly. It was located above the playpen area.

So after the woman finished her activity with her grandchild, I thought out loud to myself what was going on and why she was doing this and how long will she take to help ‘Maw’. But I also thought that perhaps she was recharging her batteries prior to doing her healing session with ‘Maw’ on her painful neck.

I remember the soft spoken woman approach ‘Maw’ from behind as she sat on a chair. ‘Maw’ tried to point to the general painful area but the woman gently but what appears to be somewhat forcefully nudged her hand away; so she could continue ’scanning’ if you will the affected area and make her call. I may recall some sort of deep breathing prior or during the ‘hilot’.

After very lightly placing her fingers upon ‘Maw’, she said there is an ‘ipit‘, which in Tagalog means ’stuck’. What I witnessed was true and I remember clearly how ‘Maw’ did not flinch from the slightest bit of pain when the women cradled her neck upward with both hands and gently back down upon its ‘proper’ place. I do not recall hearing anything. But the result was astounding: ‘Maw’ was able to move her neck pain free!

We tried to pay our dues but once again, the woman (this true healer) did not and does not accept payment whatsoever. Our thanks will never be forgotten as I enter this sample of ‘God’s grace into this — my weblogs. In the case of the healing frauds, ‘Ben’ told of some neighbors going in into another home and inquired if they had any license and if they profited from their services. Ben said they were caught. But true healers are always a blessing and, well, I’ll leave the opinions and beliefs to the readers of this weblog.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080104-Various Poems

The whole afternoon was rainy and windy. I got bored and decided to consolidate my various poems from my past stray thoughts. There were many others that didn’t make my blog and are lost forever because of my laziness to pen into paper or to type into computer.

20071231-Lighted Sabers

Something about force
May the force be with you
Feel the force of the unknown
Force others to feel it with me

Start a religion and call it:
United Church for Users of Light Sabers.
All others need not join.
Tax exempt, of course.

Created on Monday, December 31, 2007 4:33:42 PM

20071228-No Money!

I don’t care for your theosophy, philosophy, bureaucracy.
I just want my money back!

Created on Friday, December 28, 2007 5:00:10 PM

20071223-Major Malfunction

The word ‘heart’ was written in quotations marks.
Her heart is not fully open but held within.
It’s a ‘major malfunction’ to lack of faith in God.

Her lack in the belief is His lack of response.
His silence (or nothing) is the answer to her prayers.
Until she is ready, then she will have fun and humor.

Created on Sunday, December 23, 2007 11:49:47 PM

20071219-Yawn Bored

give me a reason not to yawn
come to me until the morning dawn
the boredom creepeth upon my brow
can’t you tell me, who what and how?

Created on Wednesday, December 19, 2007 10:51:31 PM

20071219-One None

Be the hero at number zero.
Be the sum at number one.
Either way it’s all the same.
Prove me wrong.

Created on Wednesday, December 19, 2007 10:29:24 PM

20071230-Um Yum

um-yum, um-yum, yum-yum-ohm
um-yum, um-yum, chewing gum
um-yum, um-yum, having fun
um-yum, um-yum, yum-yum-hum

Created on Sunday, December 30, 2007 8:21:53 PM

20071215-Rat Race

Build a bunker and live like a rat
Until no food left, think about that!

Created on Saturday, December 15, 2007 10:52:48 PM

20071111-Guarding Well

In my thoughts from far and wide
From my heart with easy stride
Boosting well, not trying hard
Love and light, an angel guard

Created on Sunday, November 11, 2007 11:08:01 PM

20071105-Choose Well

to the navy: blood of our dolphins or rusted submarines?
to the politicians: blood of our people or peace unending?
to the bankers: blood, sweat and tears or appreciation for hard work?
to all men: blood of our creations or good will?

Created on Monday, November 05, 2007 9:52:40 PM

20071028-Heart Queen

Oh, the Queen of Hearts is so funny!
‘How to make love and not war’!
Or make war when more love is required!

Created on Sunday, October 28, 2007 11:28:18 PM

20071026-Blubbering Lines

False are the ones that go: Blah, blah, blah!
Truth laughs the word by saying: HAH!

Created on Friday, October 26, 2007 8:36:08 PM

20071025-Pussy Whipped

Pussy whipped pussy whipped
Meow! Meow! Meow!
Are you a henpeck
By Moo-typed cow?

Created on Thursday, October 25, 2007 4:30:26 PM

20071023-Tower Butt

like shooting TB’s out of one’s arse
spit toons of watermelon seeds galore

Created on Tuesday, October 23, 2007 2:14:48 PM

20071017-Eating Us

They are no more parasitic than us eating meat.

Created on Wednesday, October 17, 2007 1:33:21 PM

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20070103-Iranian Doctor

My folks and I are back from the doctor’s offices. The whole day has been nothing but dark blue to dark purple clouds, which appear to look like whales. The air is cold but not freezing like days ago. We could tell from the frozen roof of the houses if the day is indeed freezing.

So yesterday as well as today has been lots of leg work of going back and forth between doctor’s offices. First we went ‘Maw’s endocrinologist for a refill for one of her prescription, in and out of the car she went to get the doctor to fill in the number of refills which he had forgotten. This specialist is going to retire in seven years and has to be reminded of details that ‘Maw’ would catch on his behalf.

Next was going to ‘Paw’s primary care physician to get a 90-day prescription refill, only to learn of the sudden departure to a hospitalist. We had left the paper work with ‘Theresa’ and didn’t use both our heads that the doctor is no longer privately practicing. So we told ‘Maw’ who was waiting in the car and then we proceeded back to ‘Maw’s doctor to verify if this new doctor is good.

‘Maw’ claimed to have prayed for spiritual guidance and in the lobby were two people talking about this new physician that would be taking over the care of both my parents. One was an older white man with the whitest beard sitting down on the bench and to his right was the thinnest Asian sales person for drugs. ‘Maw’ stared at the man and they conversed with positive input about this doctor.

So we went inside the first doctor’s office and waiting for him to come out while another older white lady was waiting for her prescription. ‘Carolyn’ was the receptionist and ‘Maw’ kept talking to her about the transition between the old to new doctors. The white doctor came out and gave us another doctor of Asian descent as an alternative referral to the default. (This one is married to a Chinese and he too doesn’t attend his in-laws function due to not fitting in and not understanding their languages).

Anyway, we parked at the new doctors office and I had to call to find out where they were located, which was the first building, thank goodness. So we unloaded ourselves and made out way to the main receptionist desk and I didn’t like the fat on to my right hand side. She directed us to the right side where the new physician was located and asked the receptionist if we could quickly and personally meet the new primary care physician.

Well prior to sitting ourselves at the waiting room, I noticed this tall guy near the receptionist area. He was obviously tall and handsome – yummy. But we got to know him behind closed door a few minutes later. I knew he would take care of my parents. His English is very good for one thing and that made communication much easier compared to the previous doctor.

He was well dressed in this crispy white dress shirt and has this light brown hair that made me think his is mixed although his last name sounds South Asian at first. We learned worked at this office for ten years, lived in America for twenty-five years and originated from Iran. All I know is that he is good looking and I didn’t notice a ring on his finger. (Yeah, I like to fantasize about gorgeous guys like him. But more likely they are married, as usual. And this has been my darn luck for this lifetime).

Anyway the introduction went well and we went back to fill out the release of records with ‘Theresa’ and that took about another ten minutes. We were hoping to hand deliver both my parents’ medical records prior to visiting the new doctor (which on Thursday at 11:15AM) and expected a phone call from her this morning. But we found out that the records were already in the new (cute) doctor’s office.

I waited until 11:45AM in the waiting room while my folks were being seen by their new doctor; read some magazines on foodstuff, which looked edible from off the pages; joked with some white old timers about the dustiness of the faked tall plants, which was behind my chair of the corner and pretty much continued my mental babble of nothing but the cold weather by looking outdoors through the window.

‘Maw’ is thankful for this blessing in disguise of being able to transition over nicely with the last minute change of primary care physician. Some activities have mysterious purposes as is mine, which is to be the chauffer of my folks during my unemployed status for over seven months.

I am hoping that my other personal conditions improve soon (courtesy of and by TPTB). But those events have been something I’ve been hinting all along in my previous blogs for those who have been reading up to this point.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20071215-Notice Left

Dear God,

Thank you for leaving a notice for my friend. I was so worried that something might have happened to my HARDWORK but I should have not doubted you at all, God. Please forgive my nasty blog regarding a piece of missing mail. I meant no harm to my readers and general public. My former distress is now of calm and peace and I hope you could find in your heart to take away all my angers, hatred and fears.

I did the best I could to make sure my ward is in good hands. For your hands, oh God, is and will forever be good. My hope is for him and his children to be well. I mean only to do your will – to exist for only good despite my own denial of being divine is some small way. A heartfelt message by my thoughts and prayers is correct in your eyes. I have nothing but love to share: This is my purpose.

Sincerely,
Flynn

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20071214-My Condolences

I send to the former PM of ‘the Rock’ and his loved ones my deepest condolences. I am saddened to hear the news about the death of your beloved wife, Betty. My heartfelt sympathy is with you, your family and friends during this difficult time. I know you won’t forget the great help of your family and friends and how their strength and yours would never die at this time of loss. I wish to express my faith and belief that good thoughts and positive prayers will always prevail over the enemies — both the seen and unseen forces of darkness. In the end, Love is Truth as is the love in Christ:

‘Lord [Jesus] Christ, remember me when you come into your kingdom’.

Faithfully yours,
Flynn

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20071214-Troublesome Timetable

Yeah: Let GOD alone determine the arrival of the ‘Messiah’! I know this is how TPTB operate. Someone in the know claims a date (an authoritative personality) of ‘good news’ and then leaves EVERYONE wondering what is next, which is basically a big disappointment - the great unknown. This is how ‘they’ get the hopes of people up and running, with prayers and whatever else works for the people through worship and praise, too.

This keeps the illusion of good tidings and the ‘contributions’ flowing well. To view all future events with good thoughts and that nothing bad could ever happen is essential. Those with a false sense of optimism are always going to get kicked down hard and not always fast. The method is slow and painful until the bio-unit is worn down. I know because each passing day is the silent treatment that goes unreported.

And the unending war is to capture the hearts and minds of unsuspecting folks like you and me into believing with blind faith all that is being spoon fed by TPTB, from Barbie dolls to shocking, polar bear attacks on some guy’s blue jeans. That means being fooled altogether with sweet patience knowing that the receiving end won’t vomit up the bitter truth. Personally, I would rather be told the honest truth no matter how ‘hurtful’ than be left living a lie forever.

The spoiler is the appreciation of a finite timetable for an eternal meme. The fun part is walking the straight and narrow path and knowing no matter what happens there are many ways to make life worth living. Each choice is no better than a choice not made. So what will be, will be is correct because there is no better ‘time’ than now.

Author’s note: If I’m not making sense, too bad! It’s five o’clock in the morning and I’ve had only three hours of sleep, trying to metabolize my alcoholic consumption of margarita last evening. There are two major crises right now and I’m pissed as heck! The one-half crisis is getting a job.

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20071211-Dear God

Oh Dear God!

Please help me understand my purpose in this lifetime. My parents have been the closest friends I’ve known all my life. All others are either acquaintences or mostly strangers. Despite the hardships of learning about ourselves and each other (including our very own kinfolks over the years, I know good exists.

Please help me overcome boredom and shyness. I cannot understand why I’m meant to be homebound with my parents when I’d like to explore more of the world outdoors. My only designations beyond my home are familiar places locally. I’m close to being forty years old and I feel it’s time to me to move out.

Thanks:
Fluffy von der Flynn

[Author's note: Blog still pending. But maybe this one is finished.]

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20071208-Saturday Shopping

Well, I woke up late, ate breakfast and went shopping at Mervyn’s for some clothes and presents. First stop was trying to buy ‘Paw’ his new sweat suit outfits to replace his grungy ones from the local flea market years ago. He protested as usual this time by weakly grabbing at the articles of clothing weighed down upon my arms.

But I pulled back and stretched up to get at the ones beyond my reach. He claimed to want only one outfit. He got three. I paid for those along with a pajama set for ‘Squirrel’ as his holiday present.

Next was me and I eyes one pair of Sketchers with plaid black designs. The support a little bit below the middle of my foot (and slightly above my heal) felt weird yet bouncy. I took that for my purchase, tried five more tops and purchased the red ones with flowers along the next line including a brown 3/4 sleeve for me and a red one for ‘Win-Tea’s holiday present.

We ate lunch and tipped both the cashier and a bunch of youths one dollar each. The singers (three with one playing a classical guitar) were from Fremont, CA and for some reason belong to this Pentecostal organization. I don’t know what that is but it means another version of God as a tasty cheeseburger.

I read in a topic from another forum in which God is expressed as being the best cheeseburger — unique to different types of burger joint, much like religion and all its dominations. Now I realize that these boxes, dojos or forums are trying to present themselves as being the best burger in town — God or not.

I wasn’t ready to go home since it wasn’t 14:00PM when I decided to go shopping at Long’s Drug Store for more outdoor lights because I saw how lack luster our outdoor decorations looked compared to the beautiful lightings done by our neighbors when ’Maw’ and I drove around last night. This was from 07:00PM to 08:00PM right after dinner and leaving ‘Paw’ taking too long with the garbage outback more recently.

While driving, I listened to her freaking complaining, whining and crying as an awakened victim of late to a failed relationship with an uncompassionate, dull-witted and selfish husband — ‘Paw’. I should know because I see these particular traits in ‘Paw’, ‘Squirrel’ and me as well as my paternal relatives up in the East Bay. They come from Tuy, Batangas, Philippines and people from this province are notorious for being spitefully mean, very territorial and knife wielders. (I bet you didn’t know that, eh ‘Shrimpsei’?)

Anyway, I purchased around $39.00 worth of new decoration with 2-100 mini-lights for $4.00, one 22′-green colored extension cord (with three ‘female’ outlets at the end for my three reindeer family) and four boxes of plastic gutter clips, which I used for hooking up the lights on the chain link fence (made by Montgomery Ward).

Oh yeah before I forget, yesterday I saw a guy walking his red rover dog yesterday after work as ‘Paw’ described his accomplishment of throwing the three bad lines of mini-lights and decorating the front porch with two extra lines of multi-colored mini-lights. I hollered out like: ‘Good job, ‘Paw’! And sure enough I got a reaction from boy and dog as boy looked in my direction. I’m a brat.

As soon as we arrived home, I grabbed my jacket and head out front to get working on those lights. Later, I heard the loser coughing out loud intentionally from his AT&T van. I flicked him off since my back was towards this main strip of road. And as he parked across the road, I got closer to the end of my chain link fence and hollered: ‘Die you loser! Choke on your SARS!’ Heck, I’m only human and I know TPTB will make him work harder.

So I removed the old blue lights from fence and the white lights from the rose bushes. After I used up the two new white mini-lights for the scallop design from one main post to the other, I used the remainder of the old blue lights from the rose bushes and the old white lights for the tall rose shrub. We moved the angel closer to the fence and the three reindeer family towards the center of the lawn.

‘Paw’ did not do anything useful except decorate the vertical rose shrub, hold the clips open for hooking the fence lights, cleaning up the extra boxes and twist ties and grabbing a stepping stool to hang the last line on top of the gazebo located near the main strip of road. I ended up doing the rest of the ‘engineering’.

I realize what ‘Maw’ has been through all these years with ‘Paw’. The other ‘auntie-in-laws’ reported the same of my paternal uncles — they are slick, robotic nit-wits and won’t lift a finger for others but only for themselves! The paternal aunties are foul-mouthed, banshees whose endearing quality is to win the friendships of party fools.

Anyway, I digress as ‘Maw’ and I went out to see the newly upgraded design of mine. We left ‘Paw’ again to do his own things in the house after ‘Maw’ trimmed his hairdo. Then she whined, complained and cried again the whole time about other nonsense. I AM NOT MEANT TO BE HERE! These twosomes are killing me! And I’ve not started a life or family away from these fools — my parental units of loving kindness, of course.

Oops, I digress again. I meant to go shopping for my new pair of flat ugly black shoes to replace the ones I bought from Payless years ago. I didn’t find a good pair from the messy boxes at Mervyn’s and will end up going to Payless for my new pair tomorrow instead since I purchased those outdoor lightings. It’s the price of hardship courtesy of TPTB:– a penny pincher with hard to find shoes for my big feet.

I forgot to buy my purple nail polish, which I will hopefully remember for tomorrow’s shopping. I’ve been wearing electric blue nail polish to work for the whole of last week. Like I said, I will not conform or stay there to work until I die. Sitting at that desk is already death to me — it doesn’t allow me for creativity: singing, dancing or painting.

I’ll be screaming out loud mentally to annoy TPTB until justice is served. They will not go unpunished or unscathed for betraying me all these years. There is no escaping my wrath — moo-hah-hah-hah.

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20071205-Helping List

Yeah, ‘Santa’ in his jolly red suit is none other than a f@t b@st@rd, whose likes wear islander shirts with flowery designs. ‘Santa’ has been extremely naughty for holding back our Christmas presents. As a result, he has suddenly ‘come down’ with some sort of flu-like symptom since Thanksgiving holiday.

I called him several time to hear his raspy voice barely audible above a whisper. He sounded horrible as if under attack by a host of angry elves. ‘Santa’ might have accidently stepped on some sensitive toes on a bunch of unionized helpers, who may have overlooked many nice children. They appeared to have been tangled in a bunch of red ribbons.

In the meantime, ‘Mrs. Claus’ is up to her ears in gingerbread men, whose caroling rattles the foundation of her newly formed gingerbread homes. Their fake gingerbread cars are falling apart, too. And just as she ran out of sugar to pipe the pieces together, the oven got hotter and out exploded the rest of the gingerbread gangs.

But help is on the way! I wonder how the North Pole is going to deal with the influx of unanswered letters sent by greedy, selfish brats who already have more than enough goodies to fill one room to the ceiling. Maybe for good public relations, flying reindeers could tow in a savior — someone to help bring back the snow and stop this alleged global warming.

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.