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How Clark County, Nevada Abuses & Criminalizes Poverty & Being Homeless & Starves & Neglects Animals at Lied Animal Shelter (& Covered It Up by Blaming Me)

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(A screen shot of a picture/message Lied emailed me on March 30, 2017)

First off:

I just got an email (shown above) from Lied Animal Shelter aka The Animal Foundation thanking me for helping them showing a picture of white newborns that look like my white newborn kitten they murdered (or rather Animal Control) and saying they want my help for their neediest newborns and saying they couldn’t have done it without me. You mean me being forced as an impoverished or homeless person to buy my repeatedly stolen or confiscated pets back only for bully officials and cops to starve and kill them and even steal my carriers? You’re ruthless thieves, animal-neglecters and abusers doing whatever for a fast buck. You murdered my kids, tortured them with starvation before doing it, used my money to do it, what little I had, exhausted me to the bone to repeatedly get to your shelter to get my kids back, put me in jail for nearly half a year and starved me for good deeds, forced me to accept a deal claiming I’m the one who committed your crimes, and I’m “helping you”, and you rub it in with emails like that. Clark County’s government is sick, twisted and evil.

Please do not take animals to Lied, which is basiacally a state-sanctioned animal hoarding organization. Even my much older adoption records show Lied is negligent in feeding animals, all my records show my cats repeatedly, including healthy ones LOST weight at Lied:

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(A screenshot from a videi I made of one of three kittens confiscated from me by police at the Strip who arrested me because they didn’t like cats and me bringing them their outside of legal hours, when I came late at night with them, which ended up at Lied Shelter for 10 days, starved to the bone as I tried showing by gently squeezing it on the video I made about one or two hours after buying them back. Lied was going to kill them they said (had I not rescued them from Lied, police arrested me again with them 2 days later at the Strip with a newborn I rescued, their pretentious excuse was because I brought them there, and murdered them all within the day after feeding them, THEY WERE NOT SUFFERING OR DYING!)).

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My court apptd. attorney’s chiefly Jennifer Fraser failed, I believe purposely failed to acknowledge these pictures and posts despite me repeatedly telling her about them. She kept siding with the cops who took/stole them and kept trying to get me to take a plea deal in which I basically let the county/state claim I starved and killed these cats. I’m sure she and the other attorneys did and do this so they won’t have trial losses in their career records. She is clearly a horrible defender and I think knows she’s too weak in trials to be convincing so tried to get rid of me for her convenience. I mention this fiasco again below farther down.

I’ve experienced and noticed repeatedly cops and judges (enabled by the county officials and government over them) mistreat, assume about, stereotype and falsely accuse persons for either saying they are homeless, disabled or poor or for their (the cops or by cops’ claims) visual judgment that they are homeless or poor or very poor. Specifically cops, security guards (and anyone else in the world EVEN IN ANCIENT TIMES!) will treat you poorly for appearing to be very poor, especially sometimes if disabled.

Many professional studies confirmed that humans will discriminate/treat others poorly or unjust/fair/ly based on their beauty and lack of it or ugliness and attractiveness (and it’s also common sense) but it’s been that way since ancient times like in the Bible story, “The People of Gibeon Trick Israel” where the healthy, good-looking Gibeonites were terrified at being destroyed by Israel so dressed in poor clothing and pretended in other ways to be poor to elicit sympathy and mercy from them. It worked, they were spared by a peace treaty.

Now that’s an example of human mercy and compassion FOR the poor and needy. And as a side note: remember that those were Hebrews/Jews AND were ancient CHRISTIANS (some were not tho, but evil as the Bible repeatedly points out) and those Hebrew Christians were looking forward to Christ’s sacrifice. Don’t agree? Remember this?: Judaism (the so called “Jewish religion” — “Jewish” the ethnicity is often confused with “Judaism” the religion) didn’t exist in Moses’ or Joshua’s time, not even Solomon’s! There was no “Jewish religion”, only pre-Christ Christianity. Not all Jews understood God tho, so were punished by God repeatedly. But back to my point: the mercy those Jews showed was symbolic of God’s mercy (even tho the Jews didn’t come about in the delivery of that mercy correctly.) And God was showing how the poor should be showed mercy and compassion (and symbolically that my humbling yourself/losing your pride you can obtain peace with God).

But that’s not how the world is often to the poor. Instead they stereotype them as stupid and criminal people. Often the MENTALLY ILL (pathologically deluded, arrogant and bitter/narcissists and those lacking any conscience at all a.k.a. psychopaths) managers, guards, cops and judges (even other poor and homeless) will stereotype a homeless person as being

1. chronically jobless (as in not having an employer with a business license who paid the government to get it) AND poor-looking or dirty-looking or having poorly combed hair as
2. IRRESPONSIBLE (as in someone who, out of wrong logic and hate blames any problems they have on others to the point where they are often criminally annoying others or breaking WHATEVER law, no matter how inconsequential that law is because they believe they can do no wrong, so, are mentally ill or evil and needing moral guidance)

3. LAZY (therefore evil), or just EVIL/CRIMINAL out of their bias

4. A drug-addict or drunk

5. Having a mental problem (sometimes people will say that as an insult, to bully, or to provoke the person they are insulting into trying to fight so that the bully, like guard or cop can charge them with attempted battery or obstruction)

6. having some contagious comtact disease like mrsa

7. a thief

8. someone who due to being mentally ill or evil cannot be peaceful with others and therefore is homeless

My point is that when someone, cop or noncop calls someone “homeless”, they can actually mean that as an insult made to deliberately provoke that person into violence (to make it easy to villify them as being “bad”), and it’s no different then “fighting words” (some laws make it legal to fight someone for using provacatory words, like “Fight me”, even in Clark County), and it can simply be said out of disgust, hate, even tho the person saying “he’ss homeless” doesn’t believe they are really homeless (so is just being malicious), or can mean any one of those stereotypes. My other point is “homeless” doesn’t have a single meaning. It literally or basically means , “Not having a frequent place of living” which means “not having a non-mobile house”. So it could also simply mean a homeless person is merely someone who travels much, explores much or wanders much (not because they must be mentally ill). That could be a wealthy businessman who spends short stays in hotels or houses. That is why it is an act of hateful and biased discrimination (and not Constitutional too) to punish a person for not having a particular place in which they live or an enclosed shelter or owned land they live on (or to even indirectly or associate with a punishment as if it’s due to not having such things that a person does or is likely to do illegal or immoral things like rape someone or kill or sterilize someone elses’ animal wihout their permission or using unethical deception, lies or unethical force or threat of force or threat of withholding their animal unless they do what they ask).

Therefore it shouldn’t be a court stipulation (as I talk about below) that a person accused of a crime be required to have very speciicmliving residence, or pay for it themselves, even a p.o. box, or be required to see a mental doctor for not having any specific living residence, like a “homeless shelter”).

It’s simply wrong to assume a person is evil, unwise, incompitent or of low intelligence (and by extension then of low worth and not worthy of treating kindly or richly) merely for being or appearing to be poor, very poor, dirty, ugly or homeless/houseless, even for wandering often too. Think: Some people pretend to be poor even to get free things and do you want people make snap negative assumptions about you over mere clothing, your cleanliness at the moment they see you, your scars or moles, or because you say you wander or travel a lot or don’t have a house? “As you would have (others) do to you, so do to them.” So then, don’t be impatient, don’t be careless with who you give help to, don’t be quick to anger, don’t be gullible or simple by believing someone is stupid, evil, good or wise merely because they are poor one moment and rich the next or vice versa!:

James 2:2-4:
“Suppose a man comes into your meeting wearing a gold ring and fine clothes, and a poor man in shabby clothes also comes in. If you lavish attention on the man in fine clothes and say, “- Here is a seat of honor,” but say to the poor man “You must stand,” or, “Sit at my feet,” have you not discriminated among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts?”

“don’t forget to be friendly to outsiders; for in so doing people have entertained angels without knowing it.”

And remember: Did Jesus even have a home? No, and not even a pillow. He deliberately made himself completely poor to lead by example and rescue others, humans first of course and even animals and so called pets by doing that. He didn’t play celebrity, didn’t wear gold chains or look for the trendiest clothing or hairstyle or command, “Look clean continually, avoid smelling bad: shower at least three times a day, don’t stand in front of a Caesar’s Palace or Walmart without buying anything every 15 minutes from them and make sure you’re holding a grocery bag and receipt when you do at all times. Never sit in mourning in public, never put ashes on your head or dress in sackloth, smile at all times and never look very sad if anything bad happens to you, family, friends or your pets ot because don’t have any.”

“[Jesus] said to them, “You are the ones who justify yourselves in the eyes of others, but God knows your hearts. What people value highly is detestable in God’s sight.”

Jesus, than you Jesus was not a cold-hearted, arrogant hater of the poor or those who made themselves poor by giving and giving, helping and helping. It’s not a crime, sin or immoral, to look poor or get mud or dust on yourself or put wear on your clothing from work or travel or sitting on something other than a bleached, clean flat floor. “Whoever humbles themselves will be exalted.” … “Jesus said to him, “If you would be perfect, go, sell what you possess and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow me.”” …

A LITTLE about me:

I was misdiagnosed with psoriasis when I was 16 (it matters as it hindered me curing or better treating my actual scalp condition), I just learned this from studying why, , my scalp won’t stop flaking, burning and itching and why 2 doctors said it was Seb d.

Here’s my problem: it in large part has kept me homeless (besides that my narcissist parents have been kicking me out since I was 8, think of narcs as all super arrogant, cold, emotionally chaotic, super-stubborn and self-centered RELENTLESSLY extemely immature, memory-impaired, very deluded, never-sorry, always defensive, know-it-alls, highly vengeful, retaliatory… it’s almost being a psychopath, in some ways, much worse!)

How? Mine is heavily stress-triggered: my memories are filled with abusive behavior and insults from my parents, it’s caused ptsd, so whenever I stress especially meet someone who acts like my parents, it flares up tremendously: MY SCALP BURNS AND ITCHES LIKE HELL, FLAKES TO NO END, that causes it to get worse because the pain is stressful, and worse because of the stress from moving around all the time to scratch the itchiness and piling build-up of flakes, and that in turn exhausts me, THE STRESS from that exhaustion makes it flare up too, then all that itching, pain, moving around causes SLEEP LOSS, as in I CANNOT SLEEP AT ALL, I can end up not sleeping FOR WEEKS and at best go into a trance-state, dream, but hear the noises around me, can even sorta see, but also since homeless and poor (from all this scalp hell, exhaustion, lack of sleep, and an inability to walk far, and now recently knees giving out) but that being the case (plus a damaged right shoulder that is getting worse and worse and painful to sleep on) I wake up in minutes!

Now get this: the sleep loss stresses me out and that causes flare ups. Oh, but that’s not all: I get crippling pain in my neck every few days accompanied with migraines that can last half the day or not stop unless I sleep or use the maximum safe level or tylenol combined with ibuprofin (I can’t afford that much): BUT THE MIGRAINES (and shoulder pain and back pain, I have to sleep rough often as homeless) keep me awake! It also ALWAYS feels as if I’ve been beaten up. My muscles are always very sore as are my joints. I’m not 85 but I imagine that that must be how it feels. I’ve used Xanax twice, it helped me sleep both times however my disability income kept getting cut off (3 times for wrong and stupid reasons) so I was never able to get a prescription.

And that isn’t the end: The more I walk (which is why I try not to and bicycle instead, though my 48th bike was just stolen – since 2011 here) the more frequent I have some sort of nerve shock in my spine somewhere that causes me to immediately fall to my knees in pain, it winds me nearly. I can recover fast, now and then it happens twice in a row, but it’s terrible.

Now I’ve often been made fun of and belittled by cops saying I’m lazy, and “a grown man”, shouldn’t ask my parents for help and who know nothing of my probs and don’t want to hear it, and they think dermatitis is not a disability or laugh at it and “back pain” or like one female detective did, point to a scar on her neck and said she had surgery (the Hell? — and I, homeless, not an oppressor for money like you, a thief/predator on the poor like you, have money for surgery?), and so I’ll just tell these idiots, who are called “cops” that I’m depressed (guess how depressed being that this has been happening since I was 16, and when for many years every girl wanted me, yet now I’m society’s trash?)

I truly think the majority of cops are mentally ill, narcissists or super conceited with a false flattering view of their decency or goodness. Some are like wild animals, simpleminded due to arrogance of thinking they “know enough” and are “grown men” and so have mentally lazy attitude or they’re simply hateful, bitter, using their job to find human punching bags to take their anger out on (while getting paid to do it, or worse looking for people to sexually take advantage of.

What these cops DON’T realize is that their callous comments and insults cause my seb. d. to flare up! Badly! In effect, their evil mouths and stupid arrests keep me in pain, exhausted, awake, bitter, severely depressed, homeless! You’re not HELPING me or the community repeatedly pushing and dragging me around! You’re literally assaulting and battering me, even if with just rude speech as it has an extreme physical impact! How would you like me doing that to you with you having such a physical condition? STOP ASSUMING. STOP THREATENING, STOP INSULTING, STOP WITH THE STUPID, SMUG, CARELESS, KNOW-IT-ALL COMMENTS MEANT TO DRIVE THE POOR TO SUICIDE OR PUNCH YOUR MOUTHS SO YOU CAN GET PAID LEAVE AND JUSTIFY YOUR HARASSING THEM BY PRETENDING THAT WHEN/IF THEY RETALIATE IT PROVES YOU RIGHTLY STOPPED THEM! No! If you punch wrongly they may rightly punch back!

You should go to Hell you Satanic demon possessed bullies. Bullies, racist hypocrites, well-fed, self-centered, arrogant gluttons, terrorists, conniving stalkers. You’re criminals who weaseled your way into getting a badge, weaseled as in pretended to be moral and good to become a cop.

But so that’s still not all of my physical problems: my neck will every few minutes (since 16 I think) become rigid, I have to crack it thoroughly or it locks up, if I don’t: nerve shocks, those collapsing kinds.

That’s still not all: When I’m in sunlight and heat up, and am, as usual exhausted, then walk or bike or scoot in the heat especially high heat I want to die, it overheats me that quickly. If I don’t seek shade I feel I’ll die, and in the cool I want to sleep desperately! But I can’t, flies will start landing on me outside or inside security guards tell me to leave.

That’s still not all: carrying even slight weight on my back, heavy jacket even tremendously increases the chance of nerve shocks and migraines.

That’s still not the end: the sound of traffic makes me scalp flare up!

I forgot to mention ants biting me at parks or scrub areas when I try to sleep there (wish I had a folding cot).

To deal with all this, I, having limited energy, ability to get far, no money usually, not being able to carry much liquid, and DESPERATE for sleep to get rid of my Hellish aches and pains and not feel the itching and burning anymore and regain energy, again, desperate for sleep, will go into abandoned or vacant homes or into obscure alleys or into the desert. I know, you’re thinking: why not a shelter?

1. I don’t want mrsa
2. I’m sick of ranting schizos
3. Thieves
4. The stink
5. I’m desperate for IMMEDIATE SLEEP and pain relief
6. Trying to get out of that energy-sapping, migraine-inducing sun
7. Trying to avoid scalp flare ups from loud traffic noise (there are no nearby shelters and Southern Help of NV is a long walk)

Problem is: I can’t sleep even if I manage to do any of this because

1. Houses: Fear of cops bursting in (or insane persons) into houses that is
2. Outside in the desert: flies, ants, mosquitos at night, no pillow, no blanket, wind blows sand in my eyes and mouth (when in desert areas), yes, mosquitoes are everywhere,
3. At parks: cops will wake you up, ants, flies, heat (day), or just worry over druggies sneaking up on me to make off with wharever
4. Alleys: worry over druggies, often no water around, and where to poop?!

It’s not funny.

It got worse:

In NV, where homelessness (and being disabled is caught in this net) is criminalized and treated as a source of crime, cops kept harassing me for criticizing them on my blog, and so took their hate out on me and my pets more severely, increasingly, looking for any excuses to do so, like some narcissist crazy cat lady type angry I don’t give her a free kitten (cuz only she with her imaginary riches and good morals and female gender and white skin should have pets, or service animals) calls animal control on me (even if no animal is seen with me! Yes, it happened people!) and cops tag along to add their harassment. It culminated in more carrier confiscations and worse of course taking my cats, 3 kittens, Lied Shelter starving them for 10 days, me adopting them back with all the money cops didn’t find on me (yes, cops steal from those on foot, especially “homeless”) and having to use Lied’s flimsy box with a handle carriers to get them back to the apartment I was living at (but a particular animal control stalker bitch, some short stalker narcissist fat white bitch with brown hair who stole one of my kittens) ruined it for me by scaring my roommates into kicking me out for, get this: being homeless and having pets. Yes, even when I’M NOT HOMELESS AND THESE STALKER COPS KNOW IT, THEY TRY TO MAKE ME HOMELESS, WITH PETS, AND PRETEND THEY’RE HELPING ANIMALS, AND ME, TO GET A HOME.

SO, where are we? We’re at me getting the 3 kittens back, now bony, two now mildly sick, but alive and kicking, even playing! Low on energy and skinny cuz Lied fed them like Las Vegas feeds inmates in South Tower CCDC: shit, and barely any shit. A day later I rescued a beautiful white abandoned newborn kitten, went to get feeding syringes for it, posted ad/s on craigslist asking for a surrogate mom for it:

a detective (Ortega) arrests me for having them with me, tosses the newborn on the ground, has me put the cats in my carriers, scolds me for, “how do you who you’re selling them to, they’re strangers. I know the law, you can’t sell live animals.” I wasn’t trying to sell them. He and 2 other detectives stole my property, money $90, refused to look at my adoption or vet records, had the kittens killed after putting them in blazing heat for 15 minutes, trapped in carriers, wrote lies in “Trial notes” on my ticket (apparently Ortega feared I’d sue him) saying, “First I read him his Miranda rights”, no you didn’t animal abuser, that I denied the cats food by not putting food in the carriers, that the carriers were “maloderous”, “overcrowded” (with 3 “emmadiated” kittens?), gave them “dirty water” (catfood particles you super fat idiot), denied them food (cuz I didn’t put it in the carriers when he arrested me) and “boxed/crated… cat” (just one huh? And what box, fat idiot thief Ortega?). Then the a.c. vet added lies, pretended I hit one cuz it had a pink hip (idiot: cat skin IS PINK, MR. VET, IDIOT). He killed all four, AFTER feeding the skinny ones. And Ortega put my wagon, ID, debit card and ebt card in the evidence room, and stole my bike pump.

Sept 16. I point out on c.list this harassment and abuse, in 2 posts.

Sept 21. A white male detective accuses/charges me with starving and killing them, asked,

a. Did you give kittens dirty water
b. Did you take kittens from their moms
c. Did you steal cats
e. Are you calling these cops liars?

(He never read me my Miranda rights, he had no recorder, no interview room, took him 15 seconds at the jail to ask these dumb questions while “detaining me”, yet had me put in an overcrowded “fish tank” and had me rot for 3 days in jail, and a guard made me stay 3 more hours for not walking fast enough, and did I mention Sept 21 was my birthday, and I’d FINALLY just fallen asleep when cops “detained” me, and stole copper wire off me, claiming it was illegal to have copper wire (yet more hard work and money of the poor stolen by cops, the “state”).

When I asked why he was detaining me he replied, strangely, “I don’t care if you get out of court or not.”

Oct. 23, after harassing me on my blog, that detective showed up at my house with the blonde detective with her poor-her-scar and steals my kittens, putting them in pillow cases, then pretends they’ll leave me alone (but the male keeps pestering me) and had code enforcement (illegally) board me out.
Oct 25: Arrests me, steals 3 more.

Judge Dianne Sullivan claims I’m a danger to animals, refuses to OR me or lower my bail, I’m forced to repeatedly see 5 different judges, jailed for 4 starving, bullied, sleep-deprived, bright, loud, intercom-blasting months, DA rejects my offer to expose a child molester at the Strip (and a serial killer, and a rapist-arsonist-wannabe, and a cat killer, and a cat-torturer after pretending she needed a month (forcing me to stay 5 months) to consider all that (and much more), my defenders tried behind my back to find me legally insane, withheld my discovery, literally wouldn’t show me. My defenders too specifically Jennifer Frazier withheld my offer till the last second, including info on terrorist plots, she apparently never mentioned that last part. Further, Lied wouldn’t show my adoption records or the health notes on them, only confiscation records.

Due to all that trickery, and from extreme starvation and not being able to take listening to COs babbling loudly at all hours plus blasting intercom messages and contant loud acitivity from meal and med deliveries, snoring inmates and schizo babblers that COs wouldn’t put in isolation but kept next to me (one was so crazed I wrote a medical kite in his name to get rid of him, and he signed it!)… due to all that I accepted, “starving four animals, 1 year no contact with animals or animal orgs — so I can’t go to Lied to get those records to prove they starved the 3 kittens… how convenient for you cops, PETA and DA Ferara, and my asshole attorney Frazier who kept defending, smugly, the cops), and I have to find a house and see a psychiatrist by March 31 (interesting that’s what the stalker detective on my blog threatened he’d “force” on me and kept in both plea deals from this sicko DA).

Well, being massively exhausted and having no money, and SHNV being hardly available, I’ve gotten no where. Consider the hateful irony: Sullivan said 31st wd be “plenty of time,” to get this done, not knowing a thing about me but that for 5 months I behaved, and when it’s these sickos and pride-drowned, willfully ignorant ignoramuses that need a mental doctor, not only that: JAILED FOR A YEAR WHEN I WAS REPEATEDLY ALREADY TRYING TO GET SHNV’S HELP, TRYING TO GET A JOB, AND YET COPS KEPT ILLEGALLY EVICTING ME, HARASSING ME, AND THE STATE LETTING DRUGGIE THIEVES FLOURISH, JAIL ME FOR BEING HOMELESS?!

So the state makes bullying the homeless and their animsls legal sport, even murdering their animals and forcing them to pay to get them back, never reimbursing them for the carriers they confiscate (if you the government can’t afford your own carriers, you animal hoarding government, don’t steal them from the poor, leave animals alone period) and doesn’t give these homeless adequate help for disabled homeless persons, trepasses them arbitrarily from wherever, when they’re doing nothing wrong in my case, again, steals from them, and also punishes them by jailing them, and uses torture and obstruction (hiding my records) gets them to confess or agree to basically, “being willfully and maliciously homeless” so the state can’t be blamed for anything, like having morons, thugs and thiefs for cops. You, “the state”, can’t afford your own carriers, or to feed inmates adequately (or so it pretends), yet, Sullivan gleefully claims the county is going to start its own homeless program…

Please: Stop hiring sick emporers with no clothes like this. Stop hiring cops, judges and leaders without first doing EXTREME VETTING on their mental health and morality, and obey God: do not oppress the poor and needy, orphans or widows, but, “As you’d have done to you, so do to others.”

One last note, facts from research:

“When abused children under court protection were studied in California and Massachusetts, it turned out that a disproportionate number of them were unattractive.”

“Good-looking adults are more likely to get away with anything from shoplifting to cheating on exams to committing serious crimes.”

Now, this translates to: humans are more likely to do wrong to those they see as unattractive, more likely to be biased (misjudge/lie TO HELP) in favor of those they find beautiful. Do you think “the government” and the thugs they hire are immune to this? Think on this too: A cop that is not good is more likely to get hired if white then a better cop who is not, in white dominated areas (and on and on). But, this is sick: to put it into law, bully laws, and to actually punish a person with jail for being disabled, depressed, having no specific address, car or shelter (that a richie rich approves of)… for not beint attractive, but ugly. In essence, school bullies (or who got bullied and want revenge, or both) have become our leaders, cops, lawyers and law makers.

Two more things: Me being around and holding, kissing, petting CATS (with non-coarse fur and not trying to bite or claw my face when I do, obviously) causes my depression and seb. d. to subside! So for someone, a judge or not to tell me to “stay away from animals” (and as if animals matter more than humans!… tho admittedly a good animal is better than an evil human) is sick, it’s hurtful, immoral, evil and being a torturer and bully. It’s truly sick. If cats could make kids’ cancer go away but it inconvenienced the cats for however long, for example, then SO WHAT if the cats felt “bad”? What matters more, the suffering human or a cat becoming aggravated? Yet this is the crazy and oppressive way of life many liberals (usually all narcissists) want everyone to live like: like we should worship animals, roaches even, as if God made man to serve animals, bugs. Disgusting!

Stop forcing your liberal religion, your personal feelings on others! You’re rejecting common sense, you’re spitting on God! You liberals and your feelings cannot replace God and his Law! “As you’d have done to you so do to others” NOT “Cater to liberal philosophy, to emotional whims of man, to animals barking, hissing, chirping or roaring.” A lion roaring is not my law, it’s the commands of God, stop hindering me with your emdless and ever-changing emotional whims, your, “Well if I think ur doing wrong ur going to jail fera year.” Angry bitter hypocrite white-washed bitch with your purple robe, go to Hell with ur whining and God-complex. Stop pretending to care about animals when you and your ilk use it as cheap cover of righteousness to mask the hate in you, you control freak judges.

Note: I’m not saying all officials are equally bad or that there aren’t any who couldn’t be called honorable or decent, cops included. As a Christian I must be strict and precise with how I judge right from wrong and must use God’s Law/legal standard of right from wrong and therefore use that standard to judge (if there’s a need to) judge someone’s character or relationship with God (with what evidence is available) by their actions. For you who say, “You shouldn’t judge”, you’re immoral and don’t know God, that’s my judgment. Who says not to judge right from wrong or if someone does either or if they are GOOD, HONORABLE, DECENT OR EVIL? Not Jesus:

“Stop judging by mere appearances and make a right judgment.” he said. When he said, “Don’t judge”, if you read the rest of the context right after nearly he’s saying to be careful with your judgments and not to be a hypocrite judging BY getting the log out of your eye when judging those with mere splinters in their eye/s (if you’re a hypocrite you’re not a Christian, if you’re a Christian God had opened your eye/s enough to know right from wrong and set and keep you on the path to eventual perfect understanding of God’s, his known will that is, as God says he has higher thoughts and secrets). That blinder in your spiritual eye/s (also your ability also to reason logically concerning God’s basic teachings, especially on salvation) aka “the log” can only be removed by God. YES, the Bible says God deliberately blinds, other parts imply or say He lets Satan do it (so God is in that case indirectly accomplishing His plan using evil people/angels and acts just as he does with good acts or natural events).

And do you think only Hitler’s “good” acts should be pointed out or any bad a person does be ignored (that would make everyone who does much “good” no matter what they do or unable to be judged as not only never doing wrong or making a mistake but never able to be known an “evil” even if all they ever did was abuse animals or rape anyone, even innocent or good kids, common sense. Do you have common sense?).

Remember Matthew 25:

“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… 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< (remember the Bible teaches God predestines everyone's life experiences). 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. … 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 will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life."

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A new cat in the family? About a cat I rescued.

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.

How Bad Is My Life?

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.

Daily-going ons and some ideas for pets I have

My folding mountain bike with PussPussPuss's golden pet carrier on a bridge near the Aria at the Vegas Strip

PussPussPuss in a golden basket with a golden tip trough - IMG_20150527-205730

PussPussPuss lying on a ''short on rent'' sign from another person who was on the bridge with me trying to get money - IMG_20150527-204329

PussPussPuss in front of the Mirage - IMG_20150528_141351

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.

Two days in the life of a not-by-choice homeless aka houseless person in Las Vegas

May 22, 2015 Comments off

Yesterday I decided to make some money for me and my cats again. When I awoke and was lying on my sofa cushions in comfort and some misery suddenly felt as if someone was shaking my bed, as if to wake me up but I kept my eyes closed mostly. But since I was on these sofa cushions and not a bed, I wondered if I was experiencing an earthquake. I thought maybe though it was my heart beating on the pad my chest was on as I lied there wondering and trying to see if that’s how I felt, but it didn’t feel as strong and the apparent quake had already stopped by the time I pondered. Later in the day while at Walmart I heard a young woman mention it to someone on her phone and then I remembered what I felt that morning. The earthquake apparently happened at 11:47 AM. I had actually suspected a quake would happen in Vegas a few days after posting an ad in Craigslist in Vegas asking if anyone would help a homeless Christian Jew move some of his possessions to his storage unit, and to my disgust no one offered, not one person replied after days, and I seriously thought that that must surely anger God and that he would punish Vegas for it. I think that quake was a little warning to this evil city about that and their other sins.

When I got up I woke up to birds perched on the wall chirping away. I was in so much pain from lifting that bike repeatedly that I had to lie down for hours in much pain till it went away. When it I had awoken birds were repeatedly coming to a wall that separates me from other houses and Princess was showing great interest in them and I eventually, though feeling very miserable started looking for a pocket knife I hid for a reason I won’t say, and no it wasn’t to cut myself or harm anyone or my cats, but so when I lifted up a basket found a cute little partially brown baby bird underneath which explained why the brown birds were repeatedly coming around my spot. I picked it up and it called out somewhat loudly and drew back the birds looking for it when I did so and I kissed it a few times in the face which caused it to become silent for a few seconds. I showed it to my cats and let them feel it and tried to distance myself from it when I took it away to let the parents tend to it, but the bird when I tossed it gently, though flying a little away stayed silent and the parents stayed on the wall at times as if in fear of me, so I eventually tossed it over the wall. I finally looked to see where it may have ended up, but didn’t see it and I never did hear it cry out again.

Before departing had, in the morning spoken a little to a crazed homeless woman, though she’d built for herself a little tent-house of a sort, and I asked her if she felt the quake but she hadn’t noticed it. Then an obnoxious racist wealthy neighbor living in a little neighborhood sped right up to me on his car in an unsafe way and harassed me. It was no doubt go me because I looked Asian and or Mexican, aka Spanish, and after calling me a “mother (effer)” and boasting about having me on camera and threatening to call the police on me sped off. He’s someone who seems to have narcissistic personality disorder, a possible narcissist in other words who has harassed me three other times, one time calling me a “nigger”. That is not unusual for me in Vegas to have annoying, stressful and annoying events like that happening to me. Anyone who reads about my life thoroughly you’d know why I take that risk even during legal hours when some mentally ill or highly illogical person could make trouble for me with false reports about me or my cats. Either that morning or the morning before that had taken pictures of some fast moving little spiders that live at my resting spot, where I partly live and got some decent pictures of them with my remaining cell phone, as the other was thrown out or stolen. It was damaged anyways, having a cracked screen and not being able to dial out after having been submerged for a little while and not deep, even though that LG phone was supposed to be well water proof, but perhaps the cracked screen compromised that waterproofness.

When I got to the Strip and sat on a bridge with my cats, I encountered the usual “Kitties!” and “He’s got a cat, two cats” and “Awwwws”s, and the usual “You should do this and that” person who in their inexplicable ignorance thinks all cats should be fat and wild or fat and in a house, just any house, just as a person harassing another may sayg to them, “go see a doctor” or “did you take your meds”? as if any doctor or meds solves everything and will make life all better. During the day I encountered one such stupid person, no offense to you, who when I got my first decent meal of the day besides yogurt in the morning I found in a dumpster started to annoy me, again, while I’m eating. I had just found that meal too, and it came with a jug of water, though not full. This woman sounded French but spoke decent English and she did the usual stupid-person starring and said something like, “They need water, do you have water for them?” I then pointed to the water or grabbed and shook it in front of her, though I wasn’t actually sure it as water, but did it to make her shut up about it since she was implying what was wrong, which was I was neglecting these clearly relaxed and content cats in and by a huge basket with a soft shirt inside. They had plenty of shade and places to rest and as everyone knows cats for some strange reason aren’t annoyed with flat or gravelly ground to lay down on, for hours, even rolling around on it, whether it’s filthy or not. She then asked where I had a cup or she said bowl for water for them, and I lied and said it was in my bag, and even more annoying she then said, “In your bag? If you show it to me I’ll give you money,” or she said, “A dollar”. I then said they weren’t thirsty and had already fed them, so she then commented on how one of the cats looked skinny. So I then asked, “Can you see her ribs?” And she said again, something like, “Yes, she’s skinny.” I then told her she was naturally skinny. How dumb can a person be to not know that not all cats are fat or even that a cat may have a medical problem with being fat and should not be allowed to be fat, and that a cat can get diabetes from being fat? Further, how does she not know that if I cat hears its owner eating or smells meat (and one of my cats likes bread and noodles) will not go to the owner to eat from what they are eating, and yet they were not. I say how can you not know since dogs are that way and cats are known for the same food-seeking behavior. She was it appeared, fifty years old, so how could she be so ignorant? I had fed them not long before arriving at the Strip and then gave PussPussPuss a little pork after getting there since she was, unlike Princess very interested in the sauced pork I eating, and persisted in coming near it. Finally she went away and I could eat with more peace, though not total, since there was always the wondering in me if another like her would arrive, or some stupid cop informant, or a mean cop. Hours later, during the day, when it was starting to get so windy that I considered going home as I did not want debris getting all over my cats (and possibly in their eyes) as happens on bridges the woman came back, and I tried to get her to be more friendly. So I found out she was originally from France but had lived in Atlanta for a long time. She saw I had a cup for water for them, and I showed her how easily dirt got into it and which was why I did not just leave a cup of water out till they drank. But to get her to shut up I filled it and she put it near them, even though I’d already done that and tried to get them to drink, but they wouldn’t, but they were a little thirsty at that point, or barely, and took a few licks into the bowl, and she kept persisting but only Princess took a few more licks. She then said I should get an umbrella for them. That is something I already thought of but so I told her about how I would seek shade and which was why I was on that bridge and not a certain other one that doesn’t have any (hardly, and except for building at certain hours that create it) and because of obnoxious black CD peddlers (the unlawful kind and who are always black…) who often stand in front of or next to me trying to prevent me from getting the tips they want so that they can draw them to themselves, which is a kind of spiteful act besides annoying and rude. Sometimes those CDs are blank by the way, not truly having “mix tapes” on them as those peddlers claim. There’s another reason I won’t have just anything with me or set up, and that is because I simply cannot safely carry any extra wait or items of certain length with what I already have with me. And due to yet more bicycle thefts and lack of a decent amount of money at all times had no bicycle rack. Further I have a suspension bicycle which does not allow me without putting out a lot of money to have a rack that can withstand carrying a lot of weight, and I already have had racks brake on me from much carrying on them. Further, the more you have set up, the more you risk a police officer deciding to get you to leave or ticket you. I didn’t tell her about my lack of a rack problem, or the police problem and she ended up giving me $20. Yes: an annoying ignorant person from another country gave me $20. It’s hard to be thankful or happy about it since I felt like I was conversing with yet another person who was going to get me in trouble with the police. Her donation though did send me on my way home for a few hours and I rested with my cats. At that point though my back was starting to encounter major pain from repeated lifting of my bike, sometimes with heavy weight on it to get over a wall I have to go over to go to my resting spot, it would get much worse the next day in the morning, much worse. I was already exhausted and my digital devices either out of power and all of them had the memory on them filled up from recording some of what happened at the Strip that day and before that, and I was too exhausted to put it onto my laptop and didn’t want to get even more worn out taking it out and going over the wall with a lot of weight to power everything up and perhaps end up losing so many hours to all that that I ended up not going back to the Strip to make money, and so making no profit, and suffering for it, however that gamble of a sort turned out to be the wrong move as I’ll explain. So when I got back to the Strip, with no recording devices got the usual good treatment, and not so good. At one point I saw a very beautiful girl, her body and skin was at least, so beautiful I picked up PussPuss to speed ahead of her to see her face and get a better look at her, but she was with her dad who no doubt knew how beautiful she was and perhaps would think I was doing that to check her out, and though I tried to make it seem like that wasn’t what I was doing, he gave me a look that was unpleasant. I also did that to get the girl to look at me and PPP as she’d not noticed me or the cats and I was hoping to get a positive reaction from her, but got nothing but some unimpressed looks from her. Her face wasn’t anything special, but her over all shape and waist down was. This was on the New York New York bridge. When I came back to Princess, the spot I was sitting at, I found a homeless-looking guy who also looked drunk standing right at my spot, looking down at my tips and so on, to my annoyance. So I got him to move and he then tried to sit to the side of me and set down a large duffel bag, and I gently asked him to move because he was in the way and he left soon enough. And getting a nice amount of tips I encountered a blonde woman from Orange County and police showed up doing their usual scanning, and I’d only talked with her a little while, and one of the police decided to bother me a little, asking me what “this” thing was by a bridge light, and I told him it was a solar panel for my bike, though meant to say a solar light and that I was using the bridge light to charge it. The woman then stood up and said, “Are you picking on him”? And the officer with an annoyed tone and moving forward with his partners though not going away replied, “Picking on him?” and I replied, “No, no don’t say that” not wanting a confrontation to occur and me ending up with a ticket, so I then said, “I’ll get lost,” to the officers, and the one who was doing the talking replied, “Thank you” and the woman left quickly. As I was packing up and the officers sticking around a little I noticed three newish looking one dollar bills in the tote I used to carry the cats in that day, wondering if she had left it quickly without me noticing. But I also noticed someone had taken my dollar store flowers, and wondered if it was that “bum”. It made me detest Vegas, reminding me of what a criminal-infested place it was, a very evil place where you can’t trust anyone, not police, judges, friendly strangers, even a friendly cat.

Eventually I made it to the Flamingo and saw two usuals: a tall black steel drummer who as usual was doing about no drumming, or had stopped from lack of tips and an old man who holds up a sign that says, “My e-wife had a better lawyer” and between them a guy who’d left out a huge amount of black-ink?-on-white-boards-pictures that trailed off from the side of the steel drummer. The one who’d left them out on the curb had sat net to my cats in a drunken-like way and I thought he was some stupid tourist trying to mess with my cats at first, but he was the one who left the pictures out. At one point I saw a very beautiful woman pass me, and only saw her from behind at first, who was in black dress that appeared to go down to only her knees, and who had hair that seemed to go down to her shoulders, and perhaps a light brown color walking alone or perhaps with a female companion who wasn’t very close to her and she turned around momentarily to look at me and I saw she had a very beautiful and adorable face so much so that I thought I should get up and go and get a better look at her and speak to her to see if I could get to know her, but instead I kept sitting thinking something like, “I have a responsibility to care for these cats, I have to get money for them,” but I was struggling over that. She was so beautiful that the longer I sat there the more sad I became till a few minutes later I became so sad I started to stare at the ground not interested in seeing any other woman and doubting I’d see any that beautiful and adorable for a very long time. She was one of “those” people who have just the right look, so much so you only see such a sight maybe every six months to a year. It is rare to see such a person that is so beautiful over all and so very much so, for me at least. When I got home I thought about her and realized I perhaps made a devastating mistake, as the look on her face when she turned around seemed one of friendliness, being open to talk and she perhaps turning around briefly because she herself was wondering if she should have talked to me. Perhaps she would have ended up being a friend or wife who could have speedily or greatly helped me and me her. This happened at about 11:40 PM by the crosswalk at the Flamingo which is opposite of Caesar’s Palace, or whatever it’s called. Some minutes before seeing her I’d encountered a group of mostly it seemed young people from Canada, a seemingly 17 year old white gay male and some native looking types one of whom was from Saskatoon. An older male, maybe 20 came up to look at the cats that this 17 year old had sat net to to compliment and look at, and perhaps a 10 year old female and 12 year old one, both females looking like natives slightly and said aloud, “Awww I’ve seen better *ussy than that” and all the young people laughed loudly, and curiously the 10 year old of laughed in the way an adult woman would who appreciated foul jokes. I was so amazed these innocent looking young people all laughed at such an obscene and unkind adult joke that I said something like, “Aren’t you too young for such a joke?” and the ten year old I think hearing that she was replied instantly with some annoyance, “I’m not too young!” I think at the 13 year old. Then an older native looking woman came up to get the “kids” to come away and the 10 year old struck at this woman as they departed in a sort of comical way though it was clear both of them were seriously angry at each other, though not in a killer way.

I’d also encountered maybe just before meeting those group of Canadians, two Canadian females, I think Canadian, one with dark hair one blonde, and the blonde was standing while the other got down to pet my cats. The one doing the petting was happy but the blonde was a jerk and asked me if I was homeless and I said “yes” and then said, “Well that’s not responsible” and I corrected her and asked, “Would you rather they eat roaches and birds?” to which she had no reply, and I then said, “See, I am responsible.” Of course I could have come up with a better response than that as there is nothing wrong with eating roaches and birds, it’s just gross and sad for the birds, it is though a little dangerous perhaps for the cats as someone who loves birds and hates cats may try and kill the cats or the cats may die from swallowing a sharp bone from the bird, or even a bird of prey snatch and kill my cats if left alone. She then trying to save face I suppose, or just being a jerk, maybe a narcissist than asked, “How do you feed them?” I think because I said I had no income, and I replied, “With tips”, to which she also had no reply. She then asked, “Do you feed them before yourself?” and I replied, wrongly with, “Of course, that’s what I did on the bridge yesterday” to which she also had no reply, and neither left a tip and left. Now what I should have said was, “If you’re starving from lack of money and ability to find food, and my cats hungry, and you came to me for food, who should I feed first, you or my cats?” or, “What if I only had enough food for either you or my cats?” or, “What if I need that food to survive long enough to give them more food?” and “Who is more important, the one who takes care of, who protects the animals, or the animals, especially when they do little for the owner or are even unthankful?” She was obviously a God-hater who in her twisted way worshiped animals, the creation rather than the Creator. I wonder if it was the blonde is who sicked security on me.

Not long after that and after all the people to my side trying to get tips left, and eventually the old man, leaving me alone, though near the cross walk was a Kiss band member look-alike who sits in a chair, but he wasn’t near me. At that curb, which is on the opposite side of the sidewalk of the Flamingo, no security guards ever, and I’ve been there long enough to know, ever bothers anyone. They don’t even other the bums who sleep on the sewer-stench-blowing grate on the ground near the entrance to the Flamingo there, which is opposite of where people like me sit for tips. Sometimes what appears to be a fattish man dressed as Marilyn Monroe stands there, where the bums sometimes sit or sleep that is, and no guard ever bothers that person… but one did me that night. As I was sitting with my cats alone, who were lying in a large basket, the same one I had on a bridge that day, an old man dressed as a security guard (who was of Flamingo Casino) came up to me just as I was explaining to a woman sitting in front of me enjoying the sight of my cats was listening to me tell her how people discriminated against people with cats, and by that I meant some people against those with cats in public and how I’d planned on going to Congress about it, that is to, as I was trying to tell her, to convince them to allow cats to be designated as service animals to help prevent such discrimination But instead this idiot guard and whatever idiot sent him interrupted me with, “How can I help you” standing right behind her and clearly making her uncomfortable and she left. I forget what I said in reply other than to the woman, “See?” and he then said on his CB radio, “We have a street person sitting with his cats.” This wasn’t the first time the guards there had been heartless assholes to me, utterly heartless backstabbing assholes. And I know for a fact the guards there are racist, something I may talk about later. This old idiot stayed near me long enough that I became distressed enough to leave and wondering if police would come or if more guards would pester me. Another younger guard came out but by that time I’d gone over to my bike which was sort of hidden in the darkness and already had my cats gathered to it and both guards had gone to a spot closer to the Kiss impersonator though weren’t near him either. I don’t think they were interested in anything but getting me to leave without incident. It was especially insulting because not many days before were two young black men, who both looked about 19, sitting at a table on that side of the sidewalk sawing away endlessly at wood (I think to make peoples’ names from them) and barely got attention and with two police impersonators near them, who were women of hardly any beauty that I’d never seen before. The men sawing at wood, who were doing so mainly to draw attention had created for two days in a row at least a large mess of saw dust all around them and yet no guards ever came out while I was there to get them to stop, nor police. It was also stupid timing of the guard since for many minutes I’d been deciding to go home since I’d gotten a decent amount of tips again though nothing much and wanted to rest and give the cats more peace. While trying to leave when the guard annoyed me I ended up spilling my tips that were in change and some tourists seeing my cats in a handbag or tote adored them and at least one wanting to pet them helped me pick up the change and were appalled that the guard had pestered me. I was amazed that a pretty blonde woman was getting on the ground with I think a drink in her hand picking up dirty change from the dirty ground for a “bum” like me, and she picked up a good amount of coins. Me being in pain all the time perhaps projected that pain onto her and so seeing her bend over as she was felt more amazed, though of course her back may have been fine. I think they gave me a dollar or two.

I spent maybe an hour more trying to get tips careful to make sure no police were around to get a few more dollars and hoping for a twenty dollar bill, but only got a few dollars more ad sand the level of tourists was so low that it was no longer worth being around. It was much more difficult returning since the guard and scared me off enough that I left behind my bungee cord, which I hoped was in the handbag, but wasn’t which I needed to secure the large basket as it had no handles, and so had to grip that large thing on the side of my bike handle as I headed home and trying to, and it is hard, keep the tote from rubbing repeatedly against my bicycle wheel as the cats were in it.I

And around 2 PM I went to return a smelly handbag that worked well as a pet carrier I could see but which had a bad chemical smell which became unbearably prominent as the day heated up, which took maybe an hour because of the usual waiting in Walmart’s return area and because I brought the wrong receipt. When I went back to get the right one at my rest spot, was so exhausted that I lost my footing a little and rubbed my elbow area against the rough wall of my resting spot and scratched it a little bad so that it bled. Then at 3 PM I was in McDonald’s and saw a very beautiful Spanish/Mexican supervisor I’d argued with days before in the same McDonald’s and she saw me and I looked away from her in sort of embarrassment over my uneloquent arguing I had made with her and my rough appearance vs her beautiful appearance and calmness, even though she had severely been in the wrong (she was discriminating against me for looking rough and having a bunch of stuff plugged in even though I had clearly bought something and was within my time to stay inside there – she lied saying I only had 15 minutes). A few minutes later an old security guard came in who guards part of the plaza had come in to use the bathroom I think and as she seemed to be leaving got up and though not looking at me said to him in a subtly pretentious save-me way, “I’m so glad you’re here could you look around to…” and you can figure out the rest. What was ironic was was that an evil transient named Levi, a drug addict and very evil person who once tried to kill me and mug me in front of another guard who guards Walmart (as she, the guard was coming out of McDonald’s eternal ordering area) and he was sitting on the other side of a partition from her when she’d been sitting down and was still there and clearly had bought nothing as usual as she was talking to the guard and the guard never did look around the store, but left on his own. He left with a male and female couple who appear to be drug addicts and the male of which is always asking people in the Plaza for money or cigarettes. Both Levi and that male seem to have narcissistic personality disorder though Levi seems to have it much much worse.

But so now it’s 6:19 PM and I’m still in McDonald’s and a homeless man who has given me a new name for himself (Joe) but which he says is his real name, is using my tablet, playing games on it, has been for hours and I fed him a little, something I’ve done for him before. I help him out of sadness for him and because he’s helped me out at times, like watching over PussPuss or my bike, and gave my wallet back when I asked if he found it. He was raised Mormon which apparently helped ruin him as he disassociated himself from it eventually. I think he also has schizophrenia as he sometimes, maybe often says nonsensical things almost in a Yoda-like way. What will I do now? I don’t know, I think go back to the Strip for more money as I’m almost out of it again and need a bicycle rack and better pet carrier and panniers.

Update: I awoke after having fallen asleep at my resting spot to the night and it was probably 10 PM at that time, and it’s now 12:22 AM, and in sadness decided to let my back heal rather than rush to the Strip for tips or to see if I could find that beauty I saw walking passed the Flamingo Casino. I was also sad because I was too worn out to show much love to PussPuss and sensed I was wearing her out keeping her with me all the time and giving Princess more attention. I give Princess a lot of attention sometimes because she’s beautiful, responds audibly often and try to get her to be more like PussPuss, but it doesn’t work as, unlike PussPuss is mostly wants to roam around apart from me. I’d sell her, but she’s such a valuable cat to have and it pleases me to see her beautiful face and to be able to pet her and feel the warmth of her body against mine, and I always remember how adorable she was around the first time I saw her. She’s not cute anymore like that, but I feel like I’m caring for a cute cat somehow that is still a kitten new-to-the-world and wanting to be loved because of that memory. … And Princess spilled a bowl of water I set by her on one of my sofa cushions at about 1 AM, on this 23rd day of May, that I use as my bed, grrrrr! Maybe that wouldn’t have happened had I gone to the Strip with her to make some money, sigh. Even though I’m sitting in a comfy beanbag chair, my lower back is still hurting though, so perhaps a trip to the Strip would be unwise. I’m hungry enough though to go into a dumpster to look for food though. I may buy my cats some food though first.

A Nazi From Jersey Island, My Cats at the Vegas Strip and Other Stupid People There, or, “Other Forms of Discrimination Other Than Racism”

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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.