In the past few days it has been very Hellish and dramatic for me.
In order one day after another these things happened except for the last.
1. Some weeks ago PussPussPuss is stolen by an irrational female who pretends to be an animal rescuer, but when I discovered her on Facebook with the same pretense on her page blocked me when I asked how my cat was and if she’d help my other kittens.
2. Some days ago, maybe two weeks ago my newly bought bike was stolen in a secluded spot next to me as I slept, along with new $40+ saddlebags I bought my previous bike which I also traded for the used though newly bought one. With it was stolen my food, phones, memory cards with huge amounts of pics and vids of my cats, chargers, a new $50 bike lock, food and more, including my cat-busking tools. Days later a female stoner type texts me thinking I was the man (a heroine addict) she met who unknownst to her stole the items but she helped me a little to secure my things at first and jam my own lock he used on my bike. I didn’t know it was lock as she didn’t thoroughly examine it. The next day she becomes demonic and texts me telling me she wants to “wash her hands” of the situation by putting outside all my stolen items with the locked bike, and thenn ignores me when I tell her that is hypocrtical and nonsensical and the opposite of washing your hands of the theft. Two days later I look for a druggie and sex fiend bike thief and burglar named Nick to help get my bike back. In short he wastes my time with his obscene sexcapade stories. Perhaps two days later has me tag along with him to meet a credit card cloner I met a day before finding him, but she’s sleeping. So then I follow him part way to a drug dealer’s house who also counterfits one dollar bills, he never returns hours later while I see and encounter other notorious thieves and druggies goimg to Gato’s, including Chino who repeatedly harasses me and had even stolen my bike with my cats on it many months earlier. After petting a friendly cat I see a notorious elderly narcissist homeless woman, Kim, who likes to dress up as a slutty teen and who despises me, sitting on a couch in a garage that a schizophrenic named Steve was trying to turn into his new room. He was sexually harassing her and complaining about her new boyfriend Ron (Nick had later told me Ron was her boyfriend, which is how I learned of that), a drummer, and he too is a druggie and narcissist, a very rude one who never stops talking, but he wasn’t there, tho Kim kept saying he’d beat me up if I went to a house she used to live in and insulted me now and then. In the morning,
3. I awoke and saw near my head what looked like one of the bags I bought from Savers, looked in it and found my precious memory cards and apparently Kim’s clothing. Steve soon let me out and I left with that bag and the memory cards. Perhaps the next day,
4. a female black manager at Savers named Dee, who hates everyone and is an apparent narcissist said the following insults and lies to me for getting a store bag for an item I bought there and having a receipt: You homeless bastard, have you eaten today?, look at all the shit on your bike, I own the property, bags cost money, don’t ever just take something from the cash register, keep going (arguing) and you’ll be 86ed. The next day,
5. a young black male from Africa harasses me working as a nameless guard in Savers in a sexual way and repeatedly touches me without cause and says it was because: I disrespected him but never explains how, then lies and claims I was washing my hair and bear hugged me and lifted me up and tried unsuccessfully to walk me ou of the store, then said, “I don’t fight”, and doesn’t bother to call he police, rather, I do and am pu on hold, so I leave. The next day,
6. I meet Nick and pay him to retrieve my stolen bike and anythig with it and he’s using a good looking classic style bike meant as a gift for the credit card cloner (so she’d buy something for me, which he said he did give her, though never got anything from her if she ever got it which she said she did receive). One or two days later,
7. Nick tells me he never went to get my stuff because the girl who was supposed to drive him here never came through. Nick admitted to me to being a liar by the way. One or two days later (after cops ticket me for bringing cats to the Strip again) Iget ripped off at Super Pawn when I over paid $69 for a stupid HTC Desire phone.
8. an apparent black homeless male stinking badly of armpit odor was charging his phone, and a few minutes later in a completely disrespectful tone and as if he were retarded with ugly particles covering his right arm said something like, “Man you stink, sit somewhere else, hey, hello!” Then said smething that sounded like, “you want to die.” And then, “Hey, move, you stink”, or somethin like it, so I get up and he becomes wide eyedand begins punching my face and I hit his jaw extremely hard, and he picked up a chair and acted as if he migt impale me with the legs and then began following me around tables, and then took my phone and charger, destroyed the charger and forced me to pay him for my junk HTC Desire phone, and ended up getting $63 out of me, a few dollars short of what I bought it for. The next day
9. a homeless narcissist named Lory who sells meth, beer and water and uses it and who claims to be an under cover officer got out of a hospital and was there she said becsause she fell asleep and fell on her forehead asked me where her homeless narcissist boyfriend “Trash” is. Lory, two years earlier because she saw me transport my cats by a large carrier on my bicycle, denied me getting what she said was an Egyptian Mau kitten from her despite saying she’d give one to me for free for sure and who some days before these incidents boasted to tourists at he Strip about her “seventeen” kittens in front of me and four my kittens after seeing them faun over them repeatedly as she sold beer and water and after a tourist who claimed to work at a shelter yelled at me to put them in a shelter. She has me search for her back pack in bushes nearby while agreeing to babysit my kittens for half of what tourists donate as she sits (and lies, but it turns out a drunken bum who sells beer and water has it, so I at her request get him to bring it to her. She then has me look for this worthless boyfriend, Trash. When I get back she tells me to my devastation that she sold m prize kitten, it was the one many tourists kept saying was beautiful and wanted to buy.
10. Some days later police ticket me again, yesterday, for bringing them to the Strip, and one seargant who was mocking me to a group of black tourists deliberately lying to them to get them angry (which to me was a racist act) about me abusing them and not giving them water, ingoring my water bowl as did the blacks even when I put it right at the heads of the kittens. However one commented that she was ticketed for just leaving her dog in her car for seconds with the window open, but she said to the seargent after he kept lying, “Oh, well then throw the book at him” and the seargent cheered her comment. After that I went to another bridge where one of the drug addicted sister, Gale sits with her cat for donations, but instead her drug addicted sister Cindy who sits with her dog was there. Cindy is a literal witch and a ruthless one who was a notorious thief and reseller of books she’d steal from book stores and even drains to her amusement he SSI income of the elderly autistic man she admits abusing who owns the condo she lives in, a roach infested condo where cats wander in and out of and where Gale is always screaming profanities and blasting her TV nonstop. I told Cindy that I just got ticketed.
11. This morning a homeless heroine addicted youth interupted me as I was trying to write this post, and though assumed my cats were overheating outside, was correct, so I watered them down and gave them water and learned a little about him as we both said sorries to each other and he learned about my situation. I also saw in my email that an insane kitten thief, perhaps a narcissist, who’d stolen kittens from me months ago was the very one harassing me for having any cats and who lied about giving me a sleeping bag for my older cats to shield them and myself from the winter cold — she was ranting lies about or to me again and justifying the theftnof Creampoof, she claims to be an employee at the Lied Anima (KILL) Shelter where I’ve had to buy back my stolen cats before when Starbucks manager Samantha and coworker stole and sent their under a lie as to where they got them. The same Samantha who wanted them to burn up outside in the heat. She hates cats and the poor, and is a narcissist.
At midday I went the Strip and while on my bike out of everyone’s way by a fountain near a bus stop by Caesar’s Palace asked a homeless drunk why he was sober for once and to my amazement his personality was very different then when he was drunk. He tried to explain how police harassment had ruined his nurse career attempt but cops appeared behind me and began harassing me, put me in cuffs, illegally searched me and my property, wasted my time just starring at me, made a failed attempt to impound my kittens, ticketed me for blocking traffic, and the seargant, whose harassed me before, stalked me at the bus stop, although he did give me a $20 bill I accidentally dropped in my attempt to get away from them after they uncuffed and ticketed me. Later at night the same seargant found me sitting with my cats on a bridge again (out of everyone’s way) and ticketed and arrested me and I was sent to jail. I let a homeless woman take the kittens and my tip money. When I got out the next day I got scammd right away out of my $105 tablet I was going to return as it was slow and buggy, a VisualLand tablet. Instead a traded it for a phone that turned out to be locked to someone else’s email. When I made it back to the druggie homeless woman, I found out after I was just about to leave with what I left her, she suddenly appeared and had a story about the $100 I left her(which was looking for as I was leaving) and told me it was stolen.
12. In the morning a homeless druggie who calls himself New York, with narcissism disorder, who had stolen a spray bottle from me a few days earlier (to beg for money by offering to wash cars) walked up to me at Walmart making his usual childish insults and it put me in a horrible mood for the rest of the day, I still feel like puking over his snide harassment. Walmart security and management won’t do their job and get rid of him.
13. On June 7th at night at the Strip, as soon as I set up with my cats a fat angry tourist insults me for putting cats in a walkway (not sure if she was pretending to care about them but apparently disliked cats). I tell her to stop acting like I’m ISIS or if I’m like ISIS and she replied, “You might as well be.” I then asked her if she knew anything about the Holocaust (to see what absurd response she might have next), and she asked if I knew, to which I replied, “I’m half Jewish you moron” and she left in anger.
14. June 8th the same tourist walked by but had died her hair so didn’t know it was here, and as she walked by, to insult me, sloppily got out a slice of large pizza and plopped it on my setup saying it was for the kittens without saying a word, to which I replied, “I already have food for them” and fed them with catfood. Stupidly she wasted the pizza as I got rid of it. It was of course meant to show her disrespect for the hunger of the homeless and poor (she assuming I was), my pets and to dirty the setup and attract criticism from other tourists seeing pizza on the setup as if I had sloppily put it there. She came back minutes later and said something to me other tourists couldn’t even understand, but it ended with the word “Orlando”, apparently her disrespectful reference to the gays murdered there by the lone ISIS cultist. She was an obvious narcissist by her haughty behavior.
15. On June 9th a kitten I caught escaped and a little while later was told that a black male (about 13) had tortured it to death. I was lead to it and I retrieved him. About 30 minutes later I discovered my precious and only female kitten, Beara had wandered away and or was stolen as I was charging a new phone and watching her and my other kittens from nearby. I searched over an hour for her at the park I was at, where the other kitten died, till it was dark and then left for the Strip, getting a popped tire along the way forcing me to use the bus. I was and still am in severe lower back pain. At night a female blonde tourist I had encountered the day before for the second time was accusing me of having drugged my cats and said this time, “…at least they aren’t drugged this time” and maliciously took a picture of me and I again argued with her and humiliated her and once again she made a middle finger sign at me as she left. She was it seems from England and had severe narcissistic personality disorder, she told me casually and arrogantly I didn’t deserve any of the money (thay she saw on the second encounter).
16. When I got back from the Strip and went back to the park at perhaps 1 AM. I slept and stayed hoping Beara would show up, but it’s 3:30 PM and there was no sign of her. While waiting I met a beautiful catlady type I’d met a few days before again and we conversed a little. I was distressed at her though because she wanted to neuter all my kittens, or at least said she would. Soon after I encountered the black male who supposedly killed one of the kittens and I followed him as he tried walking away from me and I recorded him and asked what happened and he seemed to be lying, but I let it go.
17. On June 10 I discovered that at one of my living spots my remaining cat traps had been stolen by some clean up person or persons apparently. I contacted a real estate agent of that house for help and am awaiting more info from her, meanwhile I’m trying to order new traps. At the same time as my discovery my recently bought Walmart Huffy cruiser had a critical failure in the rear hub and I was forced almost to steal a bike…
At about 6 PM a young homeless male I don’t know, probably a druggie, while walking by me as I was near a grocery store said something hostile that sounded to me like, “If you keep going to that house they will eat your cats, fool.” And at about 7 PM I finally found the Facebook page of a friendly tourist I met perhaps two weeks ago, a young woman from Utah who gave me some help and who works at an animal clinic… and never replies, at least I didn’t try to friend her, but maybe that’s why she never replied, or saw I was religious.
18. I find Lory and Trash by, not at the Strip, Trash immediately asks next to Lory if she “stole” a kitten from me, Lory makes some sloppy lies and being so annoyed at their ranting I leave, but nkt before confirming what I guesses about Lory: her own family kicked her out of her apartment, and she claimed her son used his dog to attack her. So, I’m wondering how in the world I might then get Lory’s kittens, and possibly breeding cats, if her son might be a very hostile person.
19. Think it can’t get worse? Today on June 17th I decided to order a replacement gboom bluetooth speaker which was meant to get me tips at the Strip months ago rather than having to bring my cats to entertain tourists, but as soon as I ordered the battery online a mysterious unauthorized charge to my card was made for an “sl investmen(t) for $11.65, which prevented me from ordering a component to create a solar power charger and from eating at a buffet restaurant for kittens and I. So, it will be chicken, icecream and a little beer again. Now to cancel my card again, ugh, ugh, ugh. … :( couldn’t afford any icecream, just a bottle of cheap made in China beer. Haven’t even eaten or drank what I just bought, typing this out is all painfully slow, my neck is in pain, a right thigh muscle keeps cramping, have to cancel my card, quickly eat to get my kittens to a vetrinarian.
22. Never got my cats to the vet, and at 9:26 AM just discovered an “EXCESS ACTIVITY FEE” for $15 from WellsFargo it seems in my bank statement. Besides that being immoral of them and oppressing the poor it will and no doubt has prevented a crucial Amazon order from going through (an order for animal trap.) How is it WellsFargo now thinks it bad for their brand to be used “excessively”? So they think too much advertising of their service is so bad they will punish you with their hypocritically excessive fee? I hardly use my card being poor, and they make me even more destitute for it!
Right after discovering the charge a dirty insane bum came to me repeatedly asking me if I was alright, and he then said, “This is the only place we can get water in the whole area” and twice said, “this place reminds me of California”, then he turned and walked away. I’ve only seen him two other times. Supposedly he’s a liar, but a liar who hates blacks and Jews is the one who told me that. He does seem crazed though.
23. After Plushy went to pee he suddenly ran away, I chased him and him out of a bush. Now he will get the leash treatment.
These are only some of the horrible events I go through everday as an oppressed and poverty stricken person. I forgot to include an incident at the Strip where a young white male acting like Leonardo Dicaprio threw a lit cigarrette butt at me and my kittens when I told him I wanted an (absurdly, obviously joking) high price for my kittens while he repeatedly said I was retarded. It burned my leg and then my matt. The next night some stupid pair of cops ticketed me for bringing my cats, at that same spot. One couldn’t believe I was getting money for people loving cats, or finding them cute, but insisted I was only getting pity money, and insultingly mocked me and all poor persons, specifically homeless ones, with, “If I was homeless I’d have pets too.” But if that is so, if her were truly wise, why then could he not understand why I was getting donations, and in disbelief I wasn’t hiding my good-looking bike? He had an evil stereotype of the poor as many police do and their wealthy overlords.
Police choose to be police, some of them boast that they are oppressed by those they police (how silly for these tyranys to say), but who forces them to be police and play violent, arrogant, brutal judges over others?
Creampoof, my beloved stolen kitten.
My daughtet Beara, whom I also called, Pussybear
I encountered a female cat with blue eyes, who seems to be a Birman x Calico or Tortie, near to where I live two days ago and she was just about bony and so starved that when I offered her food she immediately ran to me and ate, and ended up eating two cans of cat food. I came back for her tonight as she seemed to be an abandoned cat and I got the impression there were no roaches in her spot for her to eat and she was clearly too scared of traffic to go past her borders. She was still around and so skinny she looked like a grown kitten in the distance. When she saw me this time at about 2:00 AM she immediately hid but no so that I couldn’t easily find her. I saw her head and then went back for a can of food in one of my bike panniers and when I came back to her opening it and saying, “food” repeatedly she ran very fast to me and with her tail up and fully bottle brushed and rubbing on my legs a little immediately went for the can of can food after I chopped it up a little with the lid that I pulled off of it, and knowing she was that hungry I just dumped it out on the sidewalk for her again and she ate it quickly. I put her on my belly and held her up like a baby afterwards and with only a few hisses and batting at my shoes during that time she let me carry her to my bike, and I put her on top of my carrier. She jumped off twice and she ended up following me onto the sidewalk on the other side of the wall and since she was scared of the loud traffic I helped guide her and at one point a cop past me and then circled back, seemingly twice and starred at me a little, perhaps because I had no lights on my bike, but I was in a parking lot at that point with only one car there with two people watching the odd scene and he turned around and left. I carried her mostly and she kept meowing in distress and at one point I could see her face was filled with sadness and worry and I put her head in the crack of my body and bicep and rubbed her face repeatedly and almost getting there she wanted to jump off again and I let her and she then rolled around on the sidewalk by an office as if having just gotten pregnant and expressing happiness over it. I went back to her and took her to my area quickly and gave her another can of cat food, and then left her hoping she’d stay and went to a certain spot to charge my laptop and finish watching Mad Max – Fury Road. For now I’ve been falling her Bushtail or Bottle Brush.
Update: Some took her I think, this was maybe in early August.
This morning I thought about the strange events I go through and hear about from others, bizarre people with mental problems, maybe demonic, and thinking about how perhaps the suffering I go through which though painful is not really much to complain about, as I often see very crippled people, elderly and severely drug addicted going about every day, often the same ones, clearly very miserable and tortured, so why should I worry so much as if I myself won’t be able to “make it”? I think of pigeons too, how some become very dirty and live a miserable life for maybe years, and
they survive. So, if I have my youth and strength, no addictions, and have a lot going for me including a religion with a good base as opposed to a free for all mind wildly going everywhere, it’s not so bad, for me at least. Yesterday night I encountered two blacks, somewhat young, and both had 99 cent store carts on the sidewalk filled with products and were apparently going home. I was on my bike going in the proper direction on the sidewalk behind them with a lot of bulk and my three cats in my carrier on my bike and was biking very slowly, more than enough for them to move aside politely. The male let me pass, however his apparent wife, a clear Walmart employee decided to TAKE THE ENTIRE SIDEWALK despite full well knowing I was trying to get through. And she rudely deliberately got in my way. So I squeezed past her anyways going to the edge of the curb and looked back at her and she said, “Shouldn’t you be on the street?” I learned actually, NO, and that it’s a myth bikers have to be there when riding. The law problem comes in when you’re going in the opposite direction, and especially are not easy to see, and worse, speeding with people walking in the way, obviously. But clearly she was in the wrong as, 1, she and her husband illegally took the carts, 2, she deliberately got in my way when she could have easily gone IN FRONT of her cart rather than to the side and taking up all the space except a literal inch and that only because she wasn’t trying to be extra annoying, though still was being a kind of bully, 3, suppose I dismounted, I then would have been taking up more space by standing at the side of my bike trying to get past her, so her complaining and annoyance was uncalled for. So I turned around and headed for her and she immediately started babbling in arrogance and she said she’d hit me if I didn’t going away, or hit me for some reason. I then tried to record her on my cellphone and pursued her across the street with her husband watching and began recording and I said, “I can understand if you are angry” (because of her being poor and having trouble pushing her cart and the usual annoyances in life) but she cut me off before I could say another word and again began arrogantly ranting and threw two LARGE, not even medium sized, but large rocks at me into the street, and then her husband began chasing me to the point where my backpack fell off my bike. And despite me repeatedly saying I had cats on my bike they were still being jerks. But as I made it back to the main street trying to prevent him from touching me he wised up seeing the traffic and seemed to notice my cats and then backed away. At one point he had said, “If you touch her I will…” but I forget what he said, it was however a violent threat and stupid as I was clearly trying to prevent my bike from falling and trying to stay on it. I went to Walmart to complain but they didn’t make or want to make the effort to identify her but said she could have been from another store. She would have been from either the one at Trop and Pecos or the one on Russel Road. She was a bulky somewhat short black woman with her hair, for lack of a better way to explain it, pulled up on her head, though not high, but flat, maybe with a bun in back, a small one, and not round, I think. She was wearing beige pants. This happened sometime not long after 10 PM last night, in Las Vegas, so if you know who she was, please let know. And so you know, my carrier is gold and not hard to see, and pretty big.
As for the strange event I mentioned, it was that of a homeless girl who claimed to be 24 who has been in my area for perhaps two or three days. Someone I knew said she claimed to be demon possessed, and the next day and become the girlfriend of a homeless schizophrenic man I am sometimes with who smells horribly almost always after claiming her boyfriend “ran away”, and yet she leaned on him and without any sign of disgust fully tolerated his smell. She was pretty, and he immoral and rude even if friendlyish and helpful at times and I was the one often helping him as opposed to the other way around, so it was annoying to see this, but after I parted from them he told me this morning that she freaked out on him. I asked him what happened and he claimed she had a “living nightmare” and wouldn’t wake up and that (when she did) that at Subway threw her drink at him with it loaded with soda and accused him of being a murderer.
So, at the Strip I went back with my cats a two days ago, and Princess was acting more sociable than PussPuss, and though both were obsessing over roaches running around in the shrubs near the road in front of the Flamingo, Princess as I said was acting more like a, Princess, sitting in an upright position and acting friendly, but I did have to put her in front of me or to the side, removing her from the shrubs a few times. Eventually police showed up and one whom I didn’t recognize said, “Didn’t I tell you not to bring pets to the Strip?” and he looked me up and said I had no warrants and allowed me to leave. Two days later, after I had gotten back nearly home, where Princess had wandered away, seemingly for good, I went back to the Strip with PussPuss, trying out various spots and only making about $12, and eventually ended up in front of the Flamingo again. At first I went to charge up my stuff, ad saw one of the seemingly chronic homeless using the charging spot, and he said he was taking off, and he seemed to have a girlfriend. I decided to set up in front of the plugs/charging spot after he left since he said he was leaving, and his gf holding a $1 for Weed sign up looked at me from around the corner where they seem to usually sit and said, “Really?” even though I was half trying to get tips as I was holding my phone and using it, and they both left soon after. Later an ugly fat woman called me to her friend who wanted to pet my cat an “asshole, he has his cat on a leash” and I told her off to her face, telling her it was the law and asking her if it upset her that I was trying to get food for my cat, and she had no response of course. Later two bicycle cops showed up, a male who was very polite and friendly giving me a warning ticket and telling me he didn’t care if I wiped my butt with it, it was an educational notice mission he said he was on about pet’s obstructing walkways at the Strip and the heat they would be exposed to,it didn’t seem to be about what hours I was allowed to have them there. They looked me up on the police warrant database and found I had THREE WARRANTS no doubt activated by the last judge I’d seen who wanted me to report back to her on some day about me having joined a homeless program she wanted me to join but which do to being homeless in the first place I didn’t join. Not that I didn’t want to try it but I decided due to already having plenty of assets and decent health and know-how to keep trying on my own to get out of my situation. The phone I originally had when I saw the judge ended up being damaged in a sewer when I tried to catch some ducks, and it wouldn’t “heal” so that it could dial out though eventually it could receive messages. I actually did call the phone number they gave me and I got the message, “Our customer service line is busy”, and not wanting to wait, hung up. But so after being told by the female that she’d arrest me if she saw me again and the male telling me new officers might, I left the Strip with PussPuss. I ended up stealing some stuff at thrift and dollar stores as I’ve been doing for about two weeks now due to my income being very low for various reasons I’ve already mentioned. I don’t want to be out in 90 F degree weather with my cat anywhere without good stuff to cool her and myself down with and even when I do I get annoying “concern” from various people who see my cat with me in this now hot weather of Vegas and it’s a risk that one of them will call animal control on me in their disingenuous concern, and if that happens who knows what would happen, like not allowing me to leave or cops somehow getting involved and deciding not to be merciful.
As I neared Maryland Parkway I called a young woman I had met the night before who had a broken leg and who helped me feed PussPuss and told me about her kittens. I called her and asked if she’d care for PussPuss till I could get a big money boost and resolve my warrants and she said she would. And this morning I met a pretty Mexican woman who told me stories about what seemed to be a demon that lived in Vegas (not crazy stories but obviously her genuine observations of something that might have been demonic) who also offered to help care for PussPuss. I decided however that I’m very reliant on PussPuss for emotional support to motivate me to do anything useful to give her up temporarily even, but I might change my mind on that since I’ve encountered police a lot in Vegas.
When I got back to where PussPuss and her family lives, or where some still live, the place where I rest at night and morning and keep some of my stuff, I let her run around for about an hour or two – and she had much fun chasing bugs and hanging around two cats, one which was apparently unrelated and had a tipped ear – and when she repeatedly didn’t come back to me when I called became too fearful and jealous to let her stay that way and was also concerned that without her I may not get enough money to survive and then who knows what would happen to her? So I retrieved her.
I may go to Freemont Street with PussPuss for tips now even though it would be double the traveling time to get there in the now greater heat of the day or night till I get large sums of money.
There’s some donation projects I may make soon, one to build two homeless shelters in Vegas and for inventions I thought of to better transport pets, I won’t be specific since I don’t want my idea being stolen, metaphorically speaking. I’m almost obsessed with Reversi aka Othello, and have been thinking about holding some traditional and new-type board game tournaments in Vegas, but for the same reason I chose not make a rock and jewelry museum here I think I will probably not hold tournaments here either.
A Nazi From Jersey Island, My Cats at the Vegas Strip and Other Stupid People There, or, “Other Forms of Discrimination Other Than Racism”
So, I went back to the Strip maybe two days in a row now, something I rarely do, that is bring my pets there, and as usual morons were about ready to judge, with some drunk ones from Jersey, as in the island, at around 12 at night. One woman, maybe around 10 PM, who while petting my kitten PussPussPuss aka Poopapoo licked her hand and the woman said, “Are you kissing me?” then got up and as she walked away said, “I hate people who bring their pets to the Strip.” Besides the Bible saying that anyone who hates their brother is a murderer and someone who does does know God, their Creator, who the Bible says “is love”, it’s clearly hateful (very obvious) and a childish and dumb thing to say. It’s an elitist comment, and why there is a ban on pets at the Strip. The purpose is to make the poor go away, as the mafia who once ruled Vegas once tried to do, and no doubt why God made them go away. However God replaced the mafia with the even worse, perhaps, Clark County police. Yesterday there was also a black woman who said aloud when she saw an elderly homeless man on one of the bridges, “I don’t understand why the bralums sit on the bridge all the time.” And around 12 tonight I encountered a party of three from Jersey Island. When they spoke to me as I was with my kittens, who were sitting on a little folding chair that I bought for them so they wouldn’t be on the dirty sidewalk or accidentally get stepped on and so they would be easier to observe and pet, the male among the two females of this group spoke, and what he said I don’t remember but I said, “Are you from Australia?” and he replied angrily while looking about and taking a deep breath and holding a cup of alcohol as the two females were too, “If one more person asks me if I’m from Australia I swear I’m gonna,” and he sounded very serious and I think he actually said something that indicated he would physically assault them. He was obviously an oaf, a violent moron. Why should something like that upset you? And how many people could have possibly asked, probably not that many, and yet he, most likely a narcissist (keep reading and you’ll see why I say that) decided to condemn me after I talked a while with a blonde in their group. She asked if I was selling them, and I said no, and she asked what their names were, which I told her, and she replied, annoyingly, “They don’t have names” and then asked what the quarantine laws were. I told her they were $7000 cats, which they are in my opinion, and being Russian Blues, half, with the qualities of ones passed on to them arguably made them such, especially since some could argue their qualities were superior to various pure ones you could find, and either the blonde woman or the red headed one said, “No they aren’t.” So they were ignorant about cat values, drunk, and with a violent animal, that is, that male. The blonde woman then asked twice if I would sell them for $1000 each, I said I wouldn’t at first, then the second time I half-hearted said I would sell Princess that much, because she doesn’t like being here. She then replied, “Now that’s not good.” That comment was, no offense if you read this, stupid, because part of the reason I ended up being evicted last year from my house (my house which I had a solar power system in that I built up using my disability and social security income, a system which was half destroyed by a bully code enforcement officer who also vandalized the windows in that house with a female animal control officer observing him, and the rest, about $650 stolen by him the next day), that being because when I had seven other cats, had asked on Craigslist if anyone could help me out with food and water for them, and an absurd moron jealous of me having them ranted about how they looked sickly. So what if they look sickly to a random moron who won’t identify themselves and is criticizing me for no good reason? They asked why I didn’t just give them away. Well moron, if you’re to stupid to figure that out, you’re a moron. Her comment was obviously offensive and it was to me and I let her know. So then she reported me to animal control or was animal control. An officer apparently fooled me into giving up my address, and then animal control began harassing me, literally and threatened to impound cats they never saw using a warrant. Now they never would have obtained a warrant I think, but even if they did, they would have had no cause unless they lied, because I merely said I would have liked extra food. This is at a house where police officers with the help of animal control stole one of my dogs, literally stole him, and the other, a female that I had rescued, they lied about being abandoned and stealing her took her past the no kill shelter and took her to the kill shelter. That was a dog I was going to take to the vet to be cured either the next day or not long after that, and to me, murdered her. And animal control seeing I had been dealing with code enforcement, called them, and the officer who had been harassing me at that house came back and illegally broke in with an animal control officer and illegally evicted me and my cats IN BLAZING HEAT, and they both told me to go away, exactly, “Go cowboy, just go,” the code enforcement officer said, and the female behind him, “Just go.” When I left, I had to abandoned one of the two kittens I had rescued not long after I moved in there, the male, Sushi, who I loved dearly. He became feral as a result of the eviction, and they boarded up my house repeatedly so that would more likely happen. He was the one who I said vandalized the house, junked my panels by shattering them in empty pool and throwing some of my lead acid batteries onto the ones he threw into the jacuzzi and who the next day stole solar panels I’d just bought and an inverter I rescued that he had thrown off the top of the roof and had landed onto the ground, an inverter that cost me about $250. The panels were $150 each, and he stole three of them. I took my solar controller with me, but that was soon stolen. I think that cost about $145. But so my point is, I ended up homeless, chronically you could say, due to me not wanting to give up my cats, and here were foreigners playing judge over someone in another country, over a person they did not know anything about other than that he was treating his cats visibly well, pampering them, and who wasn’t looking like a “bum”, who had a nice bike right behind the cats with a clean duffel type bag and a clean new-looking backpack, cats resting in a chair, sleeping, and the blonde said it wasn’t good that I would sell ONE, not both, as in that I would sell them at all, meaning, “I don’t love them.” Now of course to those who are not stupid (sorry to call you that but it’s true, I’d like you to become wise and be a friend but, you’re stupid), of course would slam this woman verbally because many, probably the majority would say, “You should sell your cats because you can’t handle giving them proper care.” Even the man had said, “Why don’t you give them to a rescue” shelter, or he said “place”, and I wanting to be rid of them and being frustrated and trying to defend the fact that I loved them said, “No, they might kill them,” or “would”, and also because I was thinking of the kennels in Clark County – some in Vegas is known for quickly killing the animals they get. So I was caught in a “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” situation. As I said in a Craigslist post I made very recently, explaining why I would make no rock and fossil museum in Nevada, no matter where I go in Clark County, I meet evil morons. They are of every income level, from very poor to very wealthy and they’ve repeatedly “ruined my day” and sabotaged me. Anyways, so the blonde, though stupid and drunk, was much more honorable than the other two and showed a capacity to learn at least, to grow and get better, to improve. The male however was an angry oaf. I’m sure many would say, “When you’re drunk you say many things you don’t mean.” That’s not true. The hate is there, and you do mean what you say. So after she gets my blog address from me and stands her ground when her whining angry friends(?) keep begging her to leave me the male comes back to harass me and says very harshly, “You’re a disgrace dragging those cats here!” though not saying it very loud, but somewhat loud, and said it with such a hateful look I replied, “I didn’t drag them”, and it was obvious as they weren’t complaining, weren’t trying to hide and I had a bike and “bags” and were sleeping. It was as dumb as the blonde saying that they had no names when I just said them to her. He then said, “Yes you did, I have cats…” and perhaps said other nonsense to finish that sentence. In other words I was arguing with an angry blind and hypocritical brat who was being a bully because I wasn’t living my life according to his feelings, his unstated rules, his random preaching of his opinions, the babble of a wannabe God. So what if you have cats? Not all cats are stay-at-home, or is it you let yours wander around to do whatever and get poisoned, scratched up, kidnapped, or shot with an arrow as one veterinarian in America recently boasted about having done? Who knows, because you didn’t even care to explain your oh so profound morality, your personal rules, so clearly they must not have mattered much, and you were merely ranting your feelings in disgraceful drunkenness. What is a disgrace was that time wasting babble, you playing righteous God, elitist moron with no solutions, not listening and arguing fist, assuming in hypocrisy, spending your money getting drunk or gambling rather than helping the poor. You are no different than the elitists of Vegas whose solution to help the poor is to push them away or as Republican Alaska Representative Don Young said somewhat recently during a committee hearing (probably a narcissist), the solution to homelessness is to release wolves on the street. Stupid Don, their already are human wolves on the street like you that keep them homeless and greedy ignoramuses who have no genuine compassion like yourself, but pretend to care so much, are so hypocritical, ask people to elect them to be their representative. And represent those who voted you in power well you do, because the reason you are in power is because of careless loveless people, who like you, pretend to be loving and caring of others and animals. The solution to poverty like that violent elitist oaf from Jersey is not to show mercy to the very animals he pretended to care for, but to rebuke their owner and shake him into, GOING SOMEWHERE ELSE. In other words, “Don’t be poor in front of me! I want to enjoy my gambling and getting drunk, my materialism, the immoral sexual imagery around me, the lack of compassion shown to animals and only advertising to buy goods other than animals!” I told these people I’d been illegally evicted, but it didn’t seem to register in their drunken minds. And when I followed a little the now yelling male, yelling that I was a disgrace to rebuke him, the red headed(?) female said with a disapproving whining-like tone, “You’re leaving your cat,” … yes moron I was, because your moron companion was tempting me to and demanding I rebuke him while he was delaying me and distracting and harassing me. Okay drunken moron? Now imagine this: I beat nearly to death all three of them, and it probably would not have been recorded on camera, and gouged their eyes out and so thoroughly stomped their heads that it lead to brain damage so that they could never clearly identify me, and of course, they end up homeless or very disabled. Now imagine they end up living worse than me, being given to alcohol and using drugs to get rid of the chronic pain such a beating would have caused them, including mentally, and become addicted to them. Do you think then they would have some understanding of what it’s like to become so poor and so hated for being poor? I was not that far away from beating the male, because as I told him, he didn’t know me. You don’t, especially if you’re from another country, and knowing unless they are ignorant of the news of that country (and then what business to they have all the more judging someone of another country) call someone a harsh thing like “disgrace”. Imagine I go to India, North Korea, Iraq, or China and come across someone who is begging for money or food, or some war torn African country that I went to because I read a brochure telling me it had beautiful sights to see, and me saying to the beggar, “You’re a disgrace, begging like this, get a job!” And how dumb is the “get a job!” comment, a supposed “solution” to all the problems of poverty? As anyone who is not an utter moron knows, not a fool, not a disgrace, merely having just any job anymore than a mentally ill or distressed person just going to any “doctor” or going to just any college or taking any “meds” isn’t necessarily gong to solve whatever problems you have. Many people try and get many jobs and end up wearing themselves out, are angry all the time and are still poor for all kinds of reasons which include only having time for work, and not to tend to medical needs or raising their children properly who may in the absence of their parent or parents end up eating up all the food around and forcing that parent to use up all the money they have. Eventually they can end up homeless and then what good did having a job or multiple jobs do? Also some medications for mental illnesses and other physical ailments are known to be “pulled off the shelves” for having lethal problems that may have already been known, but due to greed and bribing was able to be sold legally, but which killed or did great damage to those who took those meds. And not just any college is going to make you wise. People who give quick and cliche solutions with a hateful tone are often, besides being atheists or some sort of false Christian, like an Arminian Pentecostal, they are people who are simply willfully ignorant and therefore deliberate simpletons, hateful and self-centered. Just think about that, people getting drunk, spending their money on everything but helping you, telling you, “You must help yourself in the way we demand because we say you are bad!”, people you don’t know and who don’t know you. There is no spiritual law that says, “Don’t have animals in noisy places, or loud places or very populated places. That is why Pet Kingdom, a pet store here in Vegas has an owner who feels fine having something like five full grown fat cats wandering around that high-traffic store. I’ve never heard anyone complain about her having cats spending hours in that much noisier store than many parts of the Strip, never heard anyone say, “Shame on you for dragging all these cats into your store!” or “…all these hamsters, these parrots and snakes!” Does the male from Jersey also want to yell about all the animals and uncommon insects and plants (and beautiful rare rocks and fossils) that were bulldozed away, killed or buried to build Vegas for him to joyfully get drunk and gamble in and berate the poor to make himself feel superior and wise, like he matters much and has any lasting value, a man clearly on his way to an eternity in the darkness and fires of Hell? He’s a simpleton like so many other elitists, too stupid to argue with and a waste of time to give more than one or two rebukes too. What is also stupid about his comment and that of anyone saying that animals don’t belong on the Strip: they don’t explain why, at all, second they don’t acknowledge there are animals already living on the Strip: service dogs, non-service dogs, birds, feral and half-feral cats, parrots which are allowed to be there by obtaining a permit (which can be done with any animal and therefore it could be argued that the ban on pets was a “follow the money” / greed law, a law to both force the poor away and monetize bringing animals to the Strip), all kinds of animals. Do tourists or locals whine when they see parrots being used for pictures, to make a profit for the company using them? Nope. Do they whine and moan when cats and dogs are in mass brought into “kennels” or “rescue shelters”, literally dragged there with a noose and given jail treatment? Further would the tourists and locals like to whine and rebuke the city officials and animal control for not forcing with all that money they get from taxes, the feral animals and wild birds off the Strip, should that be a priority? Further, who said my pets didn’t already live on the Strip, or some high traffic or very noisy area? In fact they live in Vegas, which is not much different from the Strip. My pets, all of them came from very noisy places, lived in very noisy places, dirty places, diseased places, areas full of gambling, drug addiction and alcohol use, so then why does it matter if they are at the Strip or not? It doesn’t, it’s about money, stupid narcissists, vanity, self-righteousness, babbling drunks, discrimination against the poor, ignorance, a lack of love and cold-heartedness.
On such hateful people at this time and on the poor and wealthy the Bible says,
“But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God–having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with them.
They are the kind who worm their way into homes and gain control over weak-willed women, who are loaded down with sins and are swayed by all kinds of evil desires, always learning but never able to acknowledge the truth.” – 2 Timothy 3:1-6
“The poor plead for mercy, but the rich answer harshly.” – Proverbs 18:23
“The poor are shunned by all their relatives– how much more do their friends avoid them! Though the poor pursue them with pleading, they are nowhere to be found.” – Proverbs 19:7
“Wealth is worthless in the day of wrath, but righteousness delivers from death.” – Proverbs 11:4
“When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left. Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’ They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’ He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’ Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.” – Matthew 25:31-46
“There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores. The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried. In Hades, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. So he called to him, ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.’ But Abraham replied, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been set in place, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.’ He answered, ‘Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my family, for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.’ Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.’ ‘No, father Abraham,’ he said, ‘but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’ He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’” – Luke 16:19-31
“Warn a divisive person once, and then warn them a second time. After that, have nothing to do with them. You may be sure that such people are warped and sinful; they are self-condemned.” – Titus 3:10-11 (You may ask what this verse has to do with this post, it does in that this man and the woman were trying to separate me from animals that I considered my kids, family, kids that love me, plus this verse is obviously talking about a very hateful type of person which applies to that male Jersey citizen, that nameless nobody.)
“Fools find no pleasure in understanding but delight in airing their own opinions.” – Proverbs 18:2
Of course if the blonde woman ever goes to my blog and sees she’s become a major story in my blog, it will horrify and I hope shame her, as they were very shameful representatives of their country, or home rather, but what I said about you wasn’t meant to hurt your feelings for the sake of it.
One more thing to say about the stupidity of those who don’t like to see others bring their pets out in public: Why don’t you fools, you hypocrites also babble away at those who use service dogs, why don’t you accuse the blind with, “You’re just using that dog so that you can get around and buy stuff,” or some other evil comment like that? It’s clearly some bizarre hatred, a coveting and jealousy of those who have something they want, in particular, the poor and lowly, or those who in their eyes are poor and lowly, but for all those assumers knew: I was an undercover cop who for whatever reason, was sitting at that spot with my cats to catch a criminal or criminals. In fact, for all the police know, I am an undercover agent working with Homeland security. I can say jealousy with justification as that is a common theme in life, there is of course even a commandment in the “ten” commandments that says not to covet what others have, not to hate them that is, for what they have that you want. The day before yesterday I had even encountered a young Japanese sidewalk performer who said it was sad that my kitten was on my shoulder, and when my kitten made a slight movement to jump onto something I was holding, she used that as an example that my kitten should not be on my shoulder. Yes, I know, this was an extremely stupid person who was so dumb that she thought she could fool me into just abandoning my cat, at which point she’d no doubt take her home with him. And that is in fact what it lead up to, because she then asked this moron immigrant with a heavy Japanese accent, yes, another stranger from another land playing judge of a born-here citizen, “Are you saying I should let my cat down and let her wander wherever she wants?” And she replied, “Yes, if she follows you, then…” and she was obviously going to say then I should bring her home. And obviously then the implication would be then, to let a cat down in a busy sidewalk where any evil imbecile might step on her or snatch her up and do who knows what to her. A truly evil moron. I then said to her, “You’re not thinking straight,” and left. Of course a cat will sometimes follow or not, and just because it doesn’t follow me right away doesn’t mean it doesn’t want to be with me, because as any cat owner knows, and she claimed to be one and a lover of cats, a cat will wander away, just like any human child of a parent or like a friend might do, and then come back, or sometimes get lost and so not come back, or get injured, sick or die. If that is what she truly wanted to happen, that is some random event and to not interfere with what happened at that point (but it was obviously a dumb ploy by a very low IQ person to fool me into giving up my cat), then truly: no wonder you are a sidewalk dancer. It was that stupid girl who shouldn’t have owned animals, even though she said I was the one who shouldn’t because I couldn’t take care of them (and this was based on her stupid assumption I couldn’t, and her jealousy). Good to know I have such cute and beautiful cats that many people become enraged that I have them and they don’t. Thanks God! Too bad those people don’t appreciate me letting them see and pet them, people who don’t deserve such an honor.
“To answer before listening–that is folly and shame.” – Proverbs 18:13.
“The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people, who suppress the truth by their wickedness, since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse. For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened. Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools 23 and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images made to look like a mortal human being and birds and animals and reptiles. Therefore God gave them over in the sinful desires of their hearts to sexual impurity for the degrading of their bodies with one another. They exchanged the truth about God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator—who is forever praised. Amen. Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error. Furthermore, just as they did not think it worthwhile to retain the knowledge of God, so God gave them over to a depraved mind, so that they do what ought not to be done. They have become filled with every kind of wickedness, evil, greed and depravity. They are full of envy, murder, strife, deceit and malice. They are gossips, slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful; they invent ways of doing evil; they disobey their parents; they have no understanding, no fidelity, no love, no mercy. Although they know God’s righteous decree that those who do such things deserve death, they not only continue to do these very things but also approve of those who practice them.” – Romans 1:18-31
Furthermore, I did actually point out his hypocrisy when I followed him: I twice asked him, “Are you saying I shouldn’t get tips?” to which he had no reply other than to repeat his vain, “You’re a disgrace” cheap shot. In other words, merely because he personally disapproved of how I lived, therefore take it out on the animals he pretends to care for, and instead be a hypocrite and spend it on everything else. Surely they had money to spend and give out: they bought a ticket to Vegas didn’t they? And so what if I even literally dragged my cats to the Strip or ANYWHERE? Are you seriously saying, you fool from Jersey, that you never gave your cats a bath they didn’t want, or didn’t move them to some place they didn’t want to go? If you move will you move your cats with you or let them wander away, you fool? You’re a fool and animals are your master. Are you a PETA moron, a cultist who worships animals, a gay? Is that how you would raise your kids? You’d let your kids go wherever and do whatever you negligent and incompetent moron? Any why if you as you seem to believe, if everyone is an animal treat humans any different? Let humans do what they want to do too then you blind hypocrite? Sadly many people hear, but refuse to listen, and give a careless answer anyways. The treatment of elitists of the poor, or rather the wealthy of the poor, it is in many ways like racism and how many Germans treated the Jews, how they took advantage of them once they impoverished masses of them, and in their lack of love, their hatred, their drunkenness, robbed, mugged, burglarized, and murdered them. Another question for this Jersey male and those who “hate people who bring their pets to the Strip”. Besides your morality of the gaps that I brought up on other animals on the Strip and high traffic areas that no doubt you make no comment about because you are stupid and vain bullies who use cheap shots against the defenseless, at least who are in your eyes to make yourselves feel better and superior or confirm your false belief about your moral perfection and superiority, is that the only thing you hate about the Strip, the only thing you can find to target? What else do you hate, you random bully preachers, you worthless teachers of random opinions? Make a list for me and the rest of us who are not privileged enough to be you. Oh, “I don’t care” you say? Yes, I know, so shut up then morons, live somewhere else and look the other way if you don’t like sights that hurt your easily hurt minds and feelings, you weak minded hurt-over-nothing low-lifes. Also, what do you fools who don’t want cats and the poor on the Strip have to say to PETA, who doesn’t want anyone to have animals at all, and wants cats to be allowed to roam wherever they feel like and be treated as EQUALS TO HUMANS, and any insect, including deadly ones? Do you see now: by whose opinions and feelings should I live by and why, you stupid atheists and people with no traditional or well-thought out religion? I follow God, not people who refer to themselves as ever evolving animals that could be wiped out one day, and who in their ramblings and rants about how to live contradict themselves about how to live and say, “Therefore live however you want.” Okay then, I’ll bring my cats to the Strip if I want, again, shut up then about how I live. “Oh but not if it involves innocent animals!” they may come back with. Who said my pets were innocent, and what is your definition of innocent, and why does it matter if it involves animals or not, which many of you atheists and people with no solid religion or a cultic one eat. How many of you eat animals? So you shut up too. You are stupid, accept that, become humble and turn to God. Stop pretending to be experts or wise about things you aren’t, acknowledge that you are stupid, hateful and change.
At one point the blonde, after saying my cats had no names (even ignoring the fact they had collars with tags on them, how drunk you must have been) with a tone of complaint asked where Princess’ claws were, and was too stupid and drunk to feel for them. How can you not know, if you are so knowledgeable as you pretended to be about cats, that some will and won’t extend them to grab on (you can as many morons do not know, teach a cat words and therefore commands and train them to obey)? Further, whoever it was that was picking her up (I think the red head was) was barely doing so, and I remember Princess was merely being lifted a little from the front, so there would have been no reason for her to extend her claws. Plus she was a little sick and clearly wanted to sleep and rest which is what she’d been doing till whoever it was decided to not let her do.
What amazes greatly is how either of those two females could stand to be around such a violent fool, an obvious bully who after kicking a poor person and making him homeless by disabling him or causing him severe depression would again kick him while he was down and shame him for being down. Truly Vegas is a magnet for stupid hypocrites. To me it says there was something mentally wrong with or something deeply spiritually wrong with them to be able to tolerate such a hateful person. I already know that many women stay with abusive males because those males have beaten them mentally into submission, but these women did not seem to be the submissive type, rather seemed to approve of his violent attitude. I suppose it was so odd to me because they were dressed in a “normal” way, like no different than a so called middle-class American. Now if they were dressed like silly modern witches, new agers, then I could say, “Ah, rich new ager morons who don’t know what it’s like to be poor, to live around morons who bully you for being poor and steal from you in your weakness, morons who gave in to silly beliefs.” It’s another example of why not to judge by mere appearances and mere charm, something the Bible already says,
“Stop judging by mere appearances and make a right judgment!” – Jesus
One more comment, to the Jersey Devil himself: Don’t whine about seeing yourself being put on the spot as a stingy person faced with reality, that you not helping a poor person also has consequences on those relying at that poor person, such as animals, next time, you moron. If I want to demonstrate that fact, or go to the Strip with natural or adopted human kids of my own because I’m not getting enough help for myself and them off the Strip, like in Jersey Island because of stingy self-centered morons like you ignoring me off such places as the Strip, that is my God-given right, and no law made my an imperfect drunken moron man-child like yourself will ever change that.