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I Got Hit By a Car, Very Hard

So, I knew God had some punishment aka chastisement in store for me for my sadly having sunk low and fornicated with a horrid woman at night. God let my rabbit suffer a bit from the impact too to warn me from doing such a thing again. I’m in great pain, and it is very great when I attempt to walk or sit and my organs took a huge hit on the right side, when the impact happened a few hours ago I believed I was about to die and asking people to care for my rabbit and at one point said, “my animal” and one woman if I remember right said, “You’re animal?” as if it sounded odd, but I do not think of him as a mere pet, but as my son and if I said, “My son” they would have thought I was a crazy animal or rabbit guy like a stereotypical “crazy cat lady” I thought. The impact was so hard it bent a hard drive ON THE INSIDE of a padded cooler,  a hard drive which I had found in my storage unit, and amazingly a carbon filtration bandanna in my storage unit the day before and was curious what was on it and was going to try to examine it later but then was hit by the truck. The impact was so hard it struck my rear wheel out of my bike on one side and I cannot get it back in. To my disgust and anger an elderly lady who had been stalking and chasing me with my carrier a few days earlier risking us death, herself too when she stopped on the highway showed up later to ask if I wanted help, but I got away slowly.

Update: I can hardly walk now, let alone get up, I suppose from the inflammation of my muscles and tendons that were hit. Horrible pain!

Update: After two days my rabbit went back to his usual self, and me after four, however due to annoying evil people in my life and a traffic ticket from the accident and not getting my mail completely or on time due to incompetent social workers at NBH paid for by HPN Healthcare broke out hives of three kinds including hand blisters and a burning, itching dry face condition that is like eczema.

 

 

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.

Yesterday at the Las Vegas Strip

So I went back to the Strip with my cats, or rather PussPussPuss and her neice PuffPuff, formerly Snowbaby. I didn’t get much in tips, $21, enough for an ID as I was aiming so I wouldn’t have to go to the Strip anymore, but I ended up using it for food and drink, including catfood, so I have to go back again as it is too hot to street and parking lot beg, and security at a certain other location pesters me away. Security at certain parts at the Strip however are okay with me, except at the MGM, where an old guard is a polite jerk to me. A notable event was just before 12 AM when I was leaving at the MGM area on Tropicana and ranting nonsense about Mormons while biking past people. I saw a beautiful blonde woman with long hair in a black dress that showed off  her long beautiful legs ahead of me. She seemed to be adjusting her shoes, but I’m not sure and had a companion female dressed in white or off white. Wanting the blonde’s attention I said to her, “There you are, the Mormons are looking for you.” She replied with a little amusement, “The Mormons are looking for me?” I then took out my kitten PuffPuff and asked if she wanted to buy a kitten and she replied that should couldn’t because she lived in Canada. She adored her and took a selfie with her and said to her companion who had parted with her a few feet and showed no interest in my cat. I asked where she was  She said to her companion, “I can’t leave.” Her companion replied, “Becca we have to go.” I asked if she was a model and she said she sometimes did. I wasn’t able to get any contact info off of her but gave her the donation page to my rock museum and asked her to leave a comment, and she repeated the website back to me clearly, not like a drunken person, I hope she does leave a comment, but I’m not expecting one, but perhaps she might when she sees the selfie she took with my kitten and remembers me. If anyone knows who she is or if you the blonde contact me I will nicely reward you if I can. This young woman by the way, the blonde, who seemed to be about twenty years old, she had superior beauty, a girl you would say is a “10”. She was even more beautiful than another taller blonde I saw around Caesar’s Palace that day in a peach dress who was also a 10.

Unfortunately I left my phone unpowered when I went to the Strip that day, not even having left a little charge to take pictures or video of any beauties I saw because of time constraints and the Strip having no outside charging spots except in two distant spots that are inconvenient to use.

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.

Why Not To Trust Drug Addicts At All and Why Not To Live or Visit Vegas

December 15, 2014 4 comments

Some of you who come to this blog probably wonder why I haven’t written in it for a long time. I’ll try to explain briefly:

unreliable backstabbing drug addicts and police harassment. How is that for brief? I’ve been living in a Hellworld called Las Vegas, where police harass those who look poor and homeless, especially on the Las Vegas Strip, making it impossible for them to not be homeless, as they’ve repeatedly done to me. They ignore obvious pan handlers if they are dressed in costumes mostly, but the homeless they often harass, especially those with pets. Meanwhile they ignore the tourists with pets, showing that these police are criminals, rather than professionals persons doing their job. You can’t for example, ignore one murder because that murderer is dressed nice and from a foreign country, but only deal with the local murderer, because he looks poor, or has a cat with him, if you do, you yourself are a criminal. My cats have been repeatedly stolen from me, first five, one ran off and probably stolen, ran off when a homeless man punched me in the head just cuz, and knowing he could injure the kitten/cat. The last one I had, I’d been ticketed for having twice at the Strip, by the same evil cops, and a previous ticket from the same ones even for the white kitten that had been ran off. So, three tickets from the same group of bullies calling themselves police. That last kitten had been stolen with the help of a security guard at Vons, at first I thought she stole it, but then I found out from the thieves themselves that she permitted them, giving her blessing so to speak, to steal it. This is a guard who called me insane for saying I wanted to breed cats and me saying that there were researchers who showed that there is no cat overpopulation problem. Months earlier she had told me, “I hate people, that’s why I keep to myself.” This guard is so wicked, that when I started to leave Vons after buying cat food, she, after having not spoken to me for months for me saying what I did to her, all of the sudden said, “Hi, how’s it going?” Can anyone say, “NARCISSIST”? I’d call her a psychopath but psychopaths could care less about animals as she passionately did, however her “care” was a twisted narcissistic care. If she truly loved animals, she would not “hate everyone” as in the owners who care for them too, nor randomly permitted total strangers (who by the way were homeless meth addicts, the one who directly stole however was half-homeless) to steal my kitten. She also lied to the police about what happened, and made up absurd lies like me being in a long line. Adding to her stupidity was her thinking she could lecture me in her stupid assumptions about how to take care of the kitten AFTER she’d permitted him to be stolen. A narcissist by the way is almost identical to a psychopath, the only difference being a narcissist is delusional in how important they are, and has a very tiny conscience. Hence why this guard was gulping in fear when she saw I was truly concerned for this kitten, rather than having what in her stupid, petty, twisted and presumptuous mind: no concern at all. She thought in other words, I’d say nothing and let it go, but she saw I could get her fired instead, and she realized her dumb mistake. She knows by now that if I press charges against her and so on, I could destroy her career, and she could end up homeless herself, as she deserves. And consider she did this with Christmas close ahead AND WHEN I WAS BUYING THIS HUNGRY KITTEN FOOD. How did she know if they would feed him right away or not, if they had the money, if they weren’t morons who’d feed him dog food, which lacks taurine that cats need, and on and on? That’s the “care”, the “love” or a narcissist. It is false care, false concern, false love.

It was obvious to me this evil woman played some part in the disappearance of my kitten, as she refused to tell me if there was an outside camera and refused to let me call 311.

Update 12/18/2014:

So, yesterday I got scammed by a smooth talking druggie who stole my bluetooth keyboard, portable battery and the sim card my Trio AXS 4G tablet after locking it! She also cost me making $20 that night. I came across her when she was pretending to be in distress over $40 being stolen from her, and me not realizing she was yet another untrustworthy drug addict fell for her charm and smooth talking. She was showing signs of being a narcissist rapidly, but me thinking she was just uppity and eccentric in my weariness and looking for a friend overlooked it. She quickly began having angry outbursts when I didn’t want to participate in her scams or let her do whatever with my tablet and and she took off angrily when I told her my portable battery went missing. Ironically she delayed me so that by chance I acquired a phone, legally. One of the bizarre signs she was mentally ill was claiming, even in front of others, that because I (merely) TOUCHED her phone that that was why it has cracked, a phone she tried to sell me IN THE DARK OF NIGHT which she knew was already cracked no doubt. A guy I suspect is a meth user had stolen my bike afterwards that night and replaced the pedals with clip pedals and ripped the front light off (he’s not a bike user and no doubt wanted the light for himself). He was no doubt going to sell the bike, however I caught him with it and despite knowing my hellish experiences here and the events of the thefts that night made up/implied that a crazy drug addict (a real one who tried to assault and mug me) was the one who gave it to him. This moron made me argue very long with him for it back, even tried to make me give him the wheel I’d removed as a precaution, and when I recorded him arguing with me he demanded the camera in exchange to give to the crazy addict so that he wouldn’t get beat by him (just forget that that addict, he claimed thought of him as an uncle and that that was why he wouldn’t beat him when angry). And btw, all three of these fools I’m talking about were obvious narcissists, including the gf of the crazed one whom he broke up with right after trying to, or feigning to fight me some nights ago. The one with the bike by the way, while scamming me with a fake check he got me to deposit and putting me $412 in debt, said to me with an angry hateful voice over me already having spent my share and not having anything left for him to use that I’d f’d it all off including by sharing some with others (I told him I had) and he furiously replied “I’m the only one that matters!” So while he was holding my bike wanting something for it I’d told him I’d stopped talking about that (betrayal) of his (and his claiming smoothly afterwards when I brought up that he’d ruined my bank account that that was all my fault and I couldn’t blame him at all – not even for him calling me a retard for not helping that scammer a second time huh?), I finally, and no doubt since I recorded him, got him to give up his stolen prize. Consider that yesterday night was very cold and I was stuck with two heavy bags and an injury to my right shoulder from having chased what I thought were the thieves who stole my kitten on a stolen scooter, which is yet another hellish thread. But so after biking away came across the usual druggies, including the one who wanted his stolen scooter back, who foolishly after tracking the thieves down, listened to their sweet talk and let them disappear with it again. And that night I witnessed a drug deal gone bad – a marijuana grower/dealer was robbed of much weed and the thief in the car tried to speed off even as the seller held on to the car! Before all that had happened, just as the two were entering the parking lot where the theft occurred, one had suddenly stopped in front of the dealer’s car (he was riding in it as a passenger that is) and screeched quickly into the lot). The people in the car with the dealer and some other guy, a guy who was a witness or whose car was hit too was standing around, perhaps exchanging insurance info. Then tonight I found one of the druggies in my sleeping bag in his usual cranky mood. He claimed the girl (who was one of the druggie thieves that stole my kitten) had given him my sleeping bag. It was his birthday, so I let him be, knowing that he might disappear with it or leave it around where it would get stolen. And that is only SOME of the troubling stressful events I’d been through in the past few days. The large amount of druggies I encounter here by the way all show signs of being narcissists or sociopaths, except maybe two or three. Ive found that those who heavily use heroine, meth, weed and alcohol are usually narcissists or sociopaths. A sociopath as I define it is someone with a burned out conscience and little to no fear of God. Don’t trust anyone who sells prescription drugs, heroine or weed either.

Meanwhile, I lost a mini SD card with a lot of good footage of the craziness here and a 64 gig USB drive I was using to back up my laptop and which I’d transferred a large amount of data too, meaning if I don’t find it, I’m going to have to do data recovery, sigh. On top of that, it seems my laptop’s hard drive is defective now from I suppose my laptop having had a few falls recently.

What words can cats understand that we say?

June 15, 2014 1 comment

Cat’s can learn about 50 words supposedly. Here are some phrases I think my oldest cats know in no specific order:

1. “yes” or “hawww?”

2. “no”

3. “no good”

4. “good”

5. “bad”

6. “yucky” i say this when Sushi, as he loves to do, rolls around in the dirt and dust and plant debris, he knows I hate that since I brush it off him sometimes and prevent him from doing it right when he’s about to.

7. “Food, foodie foodie food, fooooooood” :) or I’ll ask them “want food?” or express bewilderment at them not wanting food with, “no food?”

8. “water”

9. “egg”

10. “chicken”

11. “beef”

12. “fish” I don’t say that often since they seem to prefer beef most of all, then chicken and raw egg, and seem to prefer fish stuff last. But since cats supposedly have good memories, I suppose they may know that word. I do remember Sasha was highly interested in smelling raw unfrozen fish, and seemed like she wanted to eat it, but since it was whole fish I’m guessing she preferred it be cut up.

13. “crunchies” (hard food)

14. “water”

15. “(cat’s name) go pee pee, poo poo? Good poo poo/pee pee” (I still say it since it’s a habbit since they were kittens to encourage them to use the litterbox and so their feral kitten relatives will hear me praise them. The kittens are all litter box users. Torrie has bizarre behavior, will “errrrrrrr” in an upset tone if I bring her in front of the feeding dish, even when no other kittens or cats are there. So annoying since I must bring the food to her to her chosen spot at the house, her little living area. I hate that… I did notice her, once, using the litter box, but other than that she poops in fear when I pick her up as she knows it angers me when she makes that errrr sound and hisses. I don’t understand why she is so stubborn and won’t stop (I say pee pee and poo poo so much with these new kittens I feel as if I’m going insane). No doubt Torrie still needs to hear me say for another week:

16. “no hiss” (don’t hiss)

17. “no errrrr” (don’t grrrr)

18. “hiss bad”

19. “wanna go outside?” /”outside?” Sushi, my male cat, about a year and half old will come up to me and try and warm me up and make some cute sounds or place his paw on my leg to get me to let him out. One time I looked down and saw him observing his arm, trying to turn it so that it would be on my leg sideways, as if he were a human trying to figure out how to make a human kind of gesture. He looked like he was thinking, “Am I moving my arm right?” It was cute.

20. “look, hair” I say this when I groom them or hair catches on my fingers and let them see it, or they look to see what has come off of them.

21. “so much hair”. I wonder if they understand what I mean by “much”. I wonder because I never say, “not much” or “no much”.

22. “bye/I’m going”

23. “bird” I rarely say that word.

24. “lizard” rare

25. “hot/too hot” rare

26. “cold” very rare

27. “dirty” I say that along with “yucky” sometimes

28. sometimes I sigh while or after cleaning, and I can tell Sasha knows I’m not enjoying myself and overwhelmed from the look on her face

29. “sorry”

30. “play with (cat’s/kitten’s name here)”

31. “get it” as in “get the wriggling leaf blade/lizard/bird/ball/rope”

32. “head”

33. “foot”

I taught them, or rather tried to, get them to learn other body part words, but since I could tell it would be very time consuming and have little obvious benefit other than maybe boosting their intelligence a little, and being exhausted and in pain a lot, stopped.

34. “what’s wrong?”

35. purring sound

36. “(cat’s name) happy/?”

37. “(cat’s name) sad/?”

38. “watcha doin?”

39. “no scratch/scratch scratch (I say the latter when I see them scratching something, just to give them some brain boosting exercise and entertainment”

40. “no run”/”why you run?”

41.”(Sushi) so fast, (Sushi) run fast” Sushi loves to play chase and run and play big shot by arching his back and tip-toeing to imaginary foes, it’s adorable

42. “(no) hide/why you hide?”

43. “fire”

44. “Light”

45. “where’s my…”

46. “no bite/you bite me/why you bite me?”

47. “lick (cat’s/kitten’s name). of course it never works. Sasha and Sushi will only lick each other mostly, and stopped doing it many months ago, sadly. Sasha will only lick the kittens she knows now with one lick or an attempted lick.

48. “jump/good jump”

49. “climb tree”

50. “wanna go on the roof?/roof” I haven’t said this for months since my cats completely lost interest in going on the roof, I’m guessing because it was obviously boring up there and they already knew how much more interesting it was to wander freely outside and they made that painfully, excruciatingly, exhaustingly obvious.

51. “bzzz bzzz” they know this means “fly”, or a red laser dot is somewhere around or about to appear

52. “come here” (and other such phrases and words I won’t mention since they are obvious, but I’ve rarely used them

53. “sleep” something Sushi would know a little I think since almost every time during the day or night he comes to rest or sleep on my bed. I say that too him when he is wrestles and wanting to go outside, or seem unsure if he wants to.

54. of course, “i love you”

Though not words, cats can read various facial expressions, and they make it clear, especially Sasha, that they know what I’m feeling, in a way you could count these as words, though not literal words, but it would obviously take up learning/memory space. There’s also variations of their name’s I use, and I wonder if that takes up much memory language space in their brain. So, that’s about 50 words and phrases together my cats know or should be able to. It’s somewhat satisfying that they know all these things, but obviously it’s barely like talking to a human, and there’s no conversations going on. The sad thing for all pet owners with dogs, cats and parrots is the lack of the pet’s ability to answer back in our language some question, like “what’s wrong?”, except for a parrot perhaps, which might reply, “no fish” if it wanted some but was only given seeds to eat.

What unique words or phrases have you taught your cats, pets or parrots that you think they clearly understand (don’t mention anything vulgar please).

Save the Feral Kittens – Donate

The police and a bad neighbor have once again sicked code enforcement on me, for no legitimate reason. They are endangering the live of myself and pets, Sasha and Sushi, their mom or sister, not sure, who is feral whom I caught along with her kittens, and she is pregnant. They did so by not just wrecking me with endless harassment but getting the power co, illeglaly, to stop giving me power and illegally locking out the water, and doing this in 100+ F desert weather.

Please read about my plight and help me to keep them safe.


The cute flat pill shaped feral kitten (one of the three feral kittens). She also looks like a cross between an Ewok and Okapi. I’ve named her Widdle Ewoki.

The feral cat and her kittens (her other is in the first two pics. The mom’s face is uh, not so, appealing).


Sushi


Sushi looking at Sasha, Sasha looking at me


Marshmellow on my shoulder

Fibromyalgia, Depression, Chronic Fatigue and Bizarre Skin Pains and Crawling Sensations

September 3, 2013 Leave a comment

Recently, I’m guessing from getting older and riding a scooter due to my bike having a flat and UPS playing games with my deliveries, delaying me from fixings things asap, and them causing me extreme stress from their repeated failures to deliver (because of a stupid driver apparently and their poor decision to leave deliveries solely up to “driver’s discretion” as opposed to a strict set of rules), I’ve been having a kind if pain in the middle of my chest I’ve never had before. I’m sure that stress was a major trigger (and and Amazon.com banning me once again for me being an outspoken Christian, though I was kinda used to that discrimination from them). I hadn’t been frustrated like that for months. But so I googled what might be going on, and couldn’t find any connection online between chest pain and scooters, but I knew it wasn’t a coincidence since that’s the only change recently besides the UPS Hell. It even hurt to lift my somewhat heavy young male cat, Sushi, which made me feel as if I were an old man, though far from it. I thought I felt old before but this was a whole new feeling of being old, especially with my lower back pains acting up again from I supposed picking up debris from the grounds of my house. I’ve already got so many problems: psoriasis, dyscalculia, depression and chronic fatigue (and often wondered if the fatigue was just from my depression and even googled to find out and still wasn’t very sure after studying) that with this it’s as if I have Lyme disease. So I looked up the sore chest pain causes and “costochondritis” comes up among other things, and it seems to match, so then find a page on about.com about it, http://chronicfatigue.about.com/u/ua/whatisfibromyalgia/fibromyalgiapain.htm, and lo and behold discover costochondritis is not just linked to what I I read years ago is a vague and imaginary condition called “fibromyalgia”, but that chronic fatigue is linked to it too. And what really proved that to me was when she mentioned that also linked to all this was painful skin sensations, AMPLIFIED PAIN (which I noticed I had whenever I’d get my finger pricked, which happens often) and crawling sensations on the skin. That last symptom was something I felt and even tweeted about! Thanks to God and Adrienne Dellwo’s for helping me verify and uncover what it was that has been weighing me down. It allows me some mental relief at least. Many have been told “never diagnose yourself” only a doctor, but that’s a silly myth that you shouldn’t. Of course you shouldn’t conclude something without evidence, but if you have it, of course you can conclude by diagnosing yourself. If you see you have a cut or bruise or back pain from squatting on the ground for too long, why not believe what’s obvious?

Update 6:02 PM: The soreness in my chest is already very much diminished, now that it’s been a few hours since getting two packages that a UPS driver wouldn’t leave. Since I didn’t have such chest pain when using a Razor-like scooter for more than 12 miles, I concluded that the inflammation was merely stress-triggered, but just now after having typed that that was the cause, felt the chest soreness when I hunched my neck down, which is sort of what I do when I use this four wheeled scooter, but also what I do to type on my laptop and when going forward from my deep seated position in my couch. I have a wireless keyboard but often put it to the side which causes it to be inconvenient to get since I’m sunken into my couch and between the arm rests.

Update Sept. 9, 2013, 2:06 AM, after trying to find a cure for this apparent acute bronchitis strep throat problem I’ve been struggling with for two days now, read this from a website, “Costochondritis can occur in people with upper respiratory infections, such as bronchitis and pharyngitis, which result in hard coughing”. At least my costochondritis is mostly gone.

The Demented False Christian Youth Pastor Steve Withey of GV Christian Center

Here is more evidence that the Assemblies of God church is a cult. This is an email conversation to a oddly behaved (as in he acts mentally ill) flippant, and rigid youth pastor at GV Christian church who, when his brother Patrick, whom he knew was mentally ill, appeared on the church grounds, allowed him to take charge in helping me, not telling me a word about him being SEVERELY mentally ill:

On Mar 7, 2013, at 5:05 PM, Daniel… wrote:

Hi, I’m Daniel, I talked to you earlier about your brother, the one who showed up at GV Christian the night you were doing something or other with the teens there, the one whose name was Patrick. I forgot your name, sorry I have a brain problem with peoples’ names, literally. But there is still a major problem as I told your assistant, your brother still has or did have one of my pocket radios which I needed for time and for what a radio does, that thing was $45, and worse he has or did have my Canon SX50 battery charger. Without that charger I’m nearly forced to constantly guard my camp. It already cost me two million dollar recordings I could have made of these two homeless narcissists who keep attacking me, vandalizing my camp, stealing from me and harassing me. One ranted in front of me and wouldn’t go away for 15 minutes, another did so for 6, the value on YouTube for entertainment and learning purposes of those was enormous, that is why I said million dollar. However, I also needed it for safety and so I’m not stuck at my camp constantly having to guard and stay awake, which is killing me. Yesterday the one who ranted for 15 minutes called the police on me to try and make me look like the bad guy, that could have cost me not just my life, being forced to live on the streets or in a worse location that I wouldn’t have made it at, but the police said they’d take and dump my property, which is millions in value. But I can’t and won’t sell it because of my desperate situation and don’t want to be taken advantage of as has always been the case in my life, with people preying on the fact that I am poor. In fact I got conned again by a gambling addict who kept lying through his teeth about such and such, and lost three dollars. I should have known better when he moved my property over to sit next to me and then asked to sit next to me, ugh. But anyways, can you please either recoup the money I need and or directly order what was stolen from Amazon or Walmart and give me the radio and battery charger or find out where Pat put them and retrieve them immediately somehow? My life is in danger!

On 3/8/2013 7:40 PM, Steve Withey wrote:

“Hi Daniel,

I am sorry you feel I owe you. I, however disagree.

You are a grown man. You are responsible for your own actions.

Patrick is a grown man. He is responsible for his own actions.

I am a grown man. I am responsible for my own actions.

I am not responsible for any choices Patrick made any more than I am responsible for any choices you have made, any more than you are responsible for any choices that I have made. As functioning adult human beings we are each responsible for our own actions.

I am sorry you lost these items. It is, however, not my responsibility to replace them. I went out of my way to get you help last week and to get you your missing items back. I will not be taken advantage of though. Do not contact me about this matter again.

If you disagree or feel you need to take this further, then I encourage you to contact my employer at my second job at the… Police Department. Or, if you like, I can contact them myself and we can meet at the main station on Water Street to resolve this.

Steve Withey
Associate Pastor, GV Christian Center
Campus Pastor, The FIX – Sunday Rock Church
Lead Pastor, The Differents – Youth & Young Adults
http://www.gvchristian.com
http://www.thefixrocks.com
http://www.iamthedifferents.com”

My reply:

“You’re not making sense: you are your brother’s keeper, that includes me and Patrick, to simply say, “It’s all your fault” is irresponsible. That is as stupid and short sighted as if you had let in a crazed gunman or a known thief and didn’t warn anyone and let him help whoever. Your irrational thinking makes me think you are mentally ill or, being a false Christian, have severely corrupt judgment. You do know that eternal life is given now and is not temporary, but eternal don’t you? I can tell your church is false. The two members you sent to help retrieve my items didn’t even have a solid church doctrine, but rather cast off any solid beliefs to “that’s too extreme” and couldn’t tell me anything specific about what they believed that wasn’t contradictory. The same went for another member I encountered. Your pastor is also rude and hostile, what does that say about your church? To simply say, “You’re a grown man” is a fob off. Jesus himself said, “Whoever knew master’s will and did what was wrong will be beaten with severe blows, but the one who didn’t will be beaten with few blows” not, “They’re all equally responsible, their grown men.” God did not say, “Cain you’re not your brother’s keeper, he’s just some guy you killed.” Ironically, you’er hypocritically making excuses for yourself rather than accepting responsibility for your own irresponsible actions. If you know someone is a danger, and you say nothing, you are no better than a watchman who sees danger coming to the sheep, and says nothing. You are like a thief who doesn’t enter by the gate, but jumps over, and when trouble comes you run and go for a vacation.

Your reply will be posted on my blog as further evidence of what the Assemblies of God cult is like. Even the two you sent me, one of them, gave me $20, AND THEN TOOK IT BACK, only give me a few dollars. What in THE HELL was that? Taking back a gift that was just given?!

Now, being that YOU ARE THE BROTHER OF PATRICK and know him, please call him and ask what happened to the items, stop being a man who does not love his neighbor as himself, but is only interested in himself.”

I then followed up my reply soon after this one with:

“And Steve, your reply is also unbiblical and telling of your incompetence in Scripture, as it typical of Assemblies of God youth pastors and head pastors, in that you imply you will disobey Scripture by going outside the church for judgment. What does God say about you?:

[(I sent this to Steve as a third reply as I forgot to put this after “What does God say about you?:”)

1 Corinthians 6
New International Version (NIV)
Lawsuits Among Believers

6 If any of you has a dispute with another, do you dare to take it before the ungodly for judgment instead of before the Lord’s people? 2 Or do you not know that the Lord’s people will judge the world? And if you are to judge the world, are you not competent to judge trivial cases? 3 Do you not know that we will judge angels? How much more the things of this life! 4 Therefore, if you have disputes about such matters, do you ask for a ruling from those whose way of life is scorned in the church? 5 I say this to shame you. Is it possible that there is nobody among you wise enough to judge a dispute between believers? 6 But instead, one brother takes another to court—and this in front of unbelievers!

7 The very fact that you have lawsuits among you means you have been completely defeated already. Why not rather be wronged? Why not rather be cheated? 8 Instead, you yourselves cheat and do wrong, and you do this to your brothers and sisters. 9 Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God?]

It’s amazing to me Steve, that you’d rather risk a multi-million dollar lawsuit against you and your church, clearly you don’t care about the church let alone the cult you’re in, rather than helping me get back the little I’m asking for. Truly, you show you are not saved, and no amount of, “Well I disagree, let’s talk to the police if you want, I’ll even call them” will change that, it will only condemn you further. Stick with Scripture, stick with logic, stick with love, not retaliatory words and resentment and worldly excuses.

And Steve, no one is saying, “It’s all your fault,” but you, as a leader, as Jesus himself said, are far more responsible for the situation that occurred than me. YOU ARE LEADER OF THE CHURCH, YOU KNEW YOUR BROTHER, YOU KNEW I WAS NOT FAMILIAR WITH YOUR CHURCH AS A STRANGER.

So cut out with the, “You’re all grown men, but not me, I’m above judgment, just blame Patrick and press charges on him if you want.” Remember what you said the next day when I came to you for help, this time to undo the damage your brother did? You said, something like, “You can press charges against Patrick if you want, he’s a grown man” as if you had nothing to do with what happened, as if you were just an innocent bystander. You think that’s being a mature and grown man? Tell me Patrick: was I silent? Did I just say, “Doh, Patrick stole from me, I’m going to do nothing.” Or did I come back to get help from you?

And again: what’s with the pastor you are under, Vick? He told me to go to your help center for help, and when I went there for help, he ended it with, “Now I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises, your business is finished here.” Rather than letting me finish it, and ask for what I came to ask, he concludes it for me. If you approve of his behavior Patrick, that further condemns you.”

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For those of you wondering what exactly I’m talking about when I refer to my camp, what happened was, as my Twitter feed records, was that my apartment community manager had been harassing me along with some other sort of manager, and illegally, literally illegally evicted me, lying to a judge about giving me a five day notice in order to justify a 24 hour notice, without explanation as to why it was given, and despite my rent being paid off.

Strange Encounters and Nice Finds in a Nevada Desert

February 20, 2013 Leave a comment
Today, as I was on my way to find some shovels and a wheel barrow
I had seen many days ago, and to retrieve some pretty rocks I found
I took various pictures along the way. These aren’t all of them, just some
of the better ones. They are in the order I took them. You can find the larger
versions in my Flickr album.
A nice car I saw going for repairs apparently,
was being driven by an old guy.
Some mountain peak off in the distance.
Some fire off in the distance.
Balloons I saw off in the distance near that peak.
Some of the rocks I found along the way.
Some common plant.
Some other rock I found,
a poor agate I suppose.
Some homes off in the distance.
Some salt(?) I found gathered onto mud in a little marsh.
Part of the marsh I had to cross to find the wheelbarrow and shovels.
Grass in the mud, interesting.
The balloons again.
When I made it to this point I met the two below,
they were friendly, and I found out that the balloons
were attached at the waist by fishing line.
I found out it was fishing line because it snagged on me
hours after he had left. Apparently he abandoned the balloons.
He had a rifle, and strangely it seems as if he saw me very
far away in the distance as I was on a hill taking a pic of him.
The lens was extended to 50x magnification. Maybe it’s just
an illusion that he seemed to be looking at me.
I found crayfish in the marsh to my surprise. Surprised
me because I was in the desert. I found out at about 8
PM when I got home that in 1988 here were red crayfish
First I found the red one, which I accidentally killed,
then I found one with small claws, it was dark brown gray
like the two in that pic, but it seemed to have died.
Then I found those other two, alive while it got dark
and after an hour of me cleaning out this stream in
the marsh. I was trying to beautify it and see if I
could find more crayfish, and though I could barely
see, I found those two. I was going to take the
two healthy ones home, but seeing how small
the marsh was, I wondered if that might cause
their extinction or a bad genetic bottleneck.
What’s strange is that the Flamingo Wash was
no where near this little marsh section I found,
and Lake Mead was even farther away I think.
But since this was in 1988, I think perhaps the
marshes used to be linked. I man I met along the
trail by this area, maybe met him two months ago,
he told me that a certain part of the area used to be all
marsh, and that they got rid of it to build homes. So,
it seems to me maybe the marsh was one connected to
a much larger area back then. But there is no answer as
to where these crayfish came from in the first place. Were
they originally in the marshes? Or did someone put them there.
I also found a reference to crayfish living in Lake Tahoe. Perhaps
during the Flood, crayfish were stranded in Nevada and adapted
to live in those areas.

Why Not to Work at Michael’s Arts and Crafts

January 10, 2013 Leave a comment

I used to work at Michael’s. there was a young married in back who worked in the framing section. I remember one day I was on break and the wife told on me when she saw I was spray painting my bicycle windshield. She reported me to one of the most decent people there, Jeff Green (there were many evil workers there because the manager and supervisor were very corrupt people). Jeff was no Christian, but he was very friendly, but having a narcissist monster for a manager and one for a assistant manager would stress him out as it would other decent workers, sometimes to the point of tears. So, he wouldn’t believe me when I was on break. I thought “bitch” whenever I thought of her, but being a Christian I did forgive her and I’m sure I prayed for her. One day I saw a very very beautiful young blonde customer, who could have been between 16 and 18, walking around, though I wasn’t attracted to her, but I saw Kim (I think that was her name, the one who reported me) look at her as I pretended not to notice the blonde or Kim looking at her and was very close to her, and I saw a look of sadness in her eyes. I knew what that was about and felt compassion for her. She was beautiful in her own way and ironically I thought she was the attractive one (she was a brunette with brown eyes), not the blonde. My manager (and no thanks to a junkie gossiping Jew named John he hired, who stole from me when I loaned him money the way I’m not racist), eventually forced me out with their stupidity and my manager and assistant manager’s relentless harassment, including when I wasn’t even working, which they did one day, in public, which is what got me to quit. I simply asked about three co-workers if they would allow me to make a website using their credit card as the website designer and domain provider etc would, as far as I knew, only take credit cards. So I think one of the co-workers told John, than John, even though I’d loaned that moron money, told the manager or assistant one, and the manager being an especially cruel narcissist, loved to pick on me, and so called me over to the isle to berate me in public about it. John was there and the assistant manager. What is most sick, is that even though the manager had reports against him for mistreating co-workers, he was kept, and I was banned from ever working at Michael’s again. The supervisor Mike was also such a stupid man that he once asked if we could sweep the side street to the loading bay WITH A MOP. Jeff politely and amazed, told him we couldn’t do that with a mop and we laughed about it later.

I also reported the manager for his mistreatment after I was fired, and the illegality of her son Chris working with the assistant manager Kathy, which she hated me for doing and in retaliation harassed me yet again when I went there to shop long after, and lied to me about me being banned from the store, though she didn’t try to enforce it I guess she thought she could be sued or arrested for harassment.

But so, one day I went to visit Kim, and when she asked why I was back in the framing section with her she didn’t believe me. I think she said, “Yeah right.” Maybe it was because of her telling on me and her realizing I would have hated her for that. But she was too adorable looking to hate. Her husband was a few feet away, but ignoring me. If I remember right I told her she should go to church, and she said she was going to a Pentecostal one. I asked her if she was saved, not sure if that was my first question or not, but she said she and her husband had been saved. I also noticed she seemed to have changed even though I didn’t know her much. I did know that a friendly co-worker told me months before that time that she was a bitch, and her reporting me confirmed that to me. But so I warned her about the Pentecostals, who speak in tongues with an interpreter which is against Scripture, and she said she knew and was looking for a different church.

I’ve never told that story to anyone, I hope you liked it.

Note: I attempted to publish this as a comment on a fellow Christian girl’s blog a few minutes ago, but it wasn’t instantly approved, I thought I’d post it here too,

Strange Rock Hounding Experiences In the Desert and Other Goings On In My Life

November 24, 2012 2 comments


What is it?

At about 4:30 AM I went rock hounding and collecting again, and when it was fully daylight, I thought I saw a certain security guard’s truck, and when I thought he spotted me, I biked away into the desert, and expected him to follow me, but it wasn’t apparently, and he instead drove away. For some reason people drive to this certain area of the desert, especially in the morning. Some go to fly rcvs (remotely controlled vehicles) or rather, toys, rcts, toys I say, because it’s not as if anyone can fit inside these flying machines. So, after looking at the beautiful fluor… oh yeah, on Thanksgiving night, my dad tried to force me to attend Thanksgiving with him and I guess my mom, brother, and relatives, despite, and I do mean spite – I know my shallow dad – me telling him that I was exhausted from rock collecting the day before (it’s nearly a full time job for me, it feels that way at least), and that my psoriasis was bothering me badly (and it had gotten very bad recently, and stranger: after disappearing for a few days, which has never happened before). As usual my dad’s narcissism caused him to completely ignore what I said and “to be ready at…”. I knew why he wanted me to go, it was to make him look loving, despite his love being self-serving, and because like the rest of my family, and my relatives too apparently, they are all shallow, devoid of anything to say to keep your attention, lacking in good social skills. If it weren’t for me the year before, I could tell there would have been a lot of awkward silence and broken conversation. And being that every one of them is corrupt, a liar, rude, and a stranger to me (which includes my relatives, because my parents deliberately isolated them from me, because I figure they were afraid I’d tell them they were abusing me), I wanted nothing to do with them. Last Thanksgiving my brother, who barely spoke, was so arrogant and cold, that while eating the disgusting buffet, he said, “You need to get a job”. This is a brother who doesn’t know me, and rejected my attempt to add him on Facebook, a brother who about six years before, said, “I’d never do anything to hurt you.” So, I went rock “hounding”. And what did I find, a vein of banded fluorescent light green something or other in cement like rock on a cliff, and I dug A LOT of it out, I kept digging till I could see no more of it, and made quite a crevice in the cliff trying to get it all out.

I should have used a stick to get out the great amount of dirt that had filled the crack, but by the time that occurred to me I didn’t care anymore and just wore the skin on my hands till there was no more of this pretty stuff. Some of it fluoresces a beautiful orange and purple-lavender color, with some yellow mixed in, and that is the grand prize of this stuff, although I did see again this morning a type I forgot about, which is green with, if I remember right, green-blue circles on the top, the top being the wide flat area which looks wavy on top rather than rough on the bottom (and the sides have the banding/vertical stripes, you can see pictures of similar minerals on flickr via my twitter feed, there’s a link).

But I didn’t go back for it, instead this morning I went to a different spot to check on a certain big beautiful rock I had left behind for months, because it was so big and I didn’t want to damage it. When I went there and shined my light around, I eventually found it, though didn’t remember it looking the way it did at that time, it had no particular shape other than a vague rectangular one, so it wasn’t something easy to remember. And I also saw many others I left behind that I had forgotten about. I gathered the best of it into two or three spots, mainly two, to make it convenient to retrieve when I got back. And I, as I was about to say about, was enjoying the fluorescence of these rocks. Now when the sun was out, I started to bike away, and went onto a driveway to do so, and saw what I thought might be the security guard of this place parked, and I thought he saw me biking on the driveway, because I saw someone inside start to move, and the back lights light up, and so I biked away into the desert, a part which was a small part, and thought he might follow, but instead they drove away to the street where I was headed, at that point I decided to look for more rocks as I biked back to the driveway, which I was doing, because I didn’t want this person to drive past me as they went down the street I was near, in case it was the guard trying to see my face. But as usual, I looked down, and saw a few rocks to get, and more, and more, and more, till once again, I started collecting bags that had gotten caught in the bushes to gather them in. When I found some easily scratched rocks, God provided some napkins lying around (as in they were near those rocks), but soon those ran out, so I used a wax-lined, cup I found, and that filled up, and then I stayed in this certain area, which to my amazement, had a huge amount of sparkling rocks, and a few very good sea fossils, with only about three that were so poorly preserved that I discarded them, one or two of the fossils were faint, but clear enough so that it was obvious they were fossils, only one fossil was so poor on a rock I kept that the only way you would know it was a fossil was because of the druzy that had filled it’s place. I have a theory about why that druzy is there sometimes…

It seemed as if every rock I looked at had druzy on it. One rock was incredible, it was a large glassy druzy quartz rock lying against a big lava rock. I also found these ultra rare light gray (only found one dark one ever) puttystones I call them (formerly called them graystones), which is my name for them, which were perfectly preserved, and some where the beautiful putty looking type I love to see, but I was always overloaded with rocks in my arms and hands when I found them, and they would fall and as usual, scratch. I found one type I’d never seen before: a light avocado (inside of the avocado color) green one, and I started to feel like throwing up, when I tried to move it out of the dirt it was stuck in, while overloaded, because I thought I would damage that one too. I always damage about half of them after finding them. It makes me furious because my dad, and probably mom, knows I find valuable rocks, and yet won’t do anything more to help me with the equipment and money I need to professionally collect them, nor will any of my neighbors, who have a huge amount of free time on their hands. I imagine though I can hire an artist to match the color of the rock to some paint to repair the damage. It’s such a sad thing that after hundreds or thousands of years, those puttystones, perfectly preserved in some cases, are damaged within seconds of me finding them. It very much angers me.

I tried to just stop at “one more rock”, but couldn’t, I kept searching this certain area till I was sure there was about none left. I was praying to find some rock so spectacular that everyone who saw it would think of God, as in clearly one of his creations. I don’t think I found such a rock, except maybe that near spectacular quartz one. It could be called spectacular, but I’ve seen so many similar rocks now that I’m craving to see one that flashes brilliantly all over, as if holding a little star with some sort of never-before-seen energy coming out of it, like “magical” fairy dust glowing you could say. I collected so many I had to leave what I am estimating was over one million dollars worth, and no I’m not exaggerating. It’s very strange that people, for years, have been walking past these rocks for many years, and haven’t noticed the bulk of them.

From the few people I’ve met around here, those who do go out into the desert do sometimes see them. The day before Thanksgiving I talked to a certain homeless man I’ve talked to many times before, and I showed him a pathetic example or two of what I was picking up, and he said, “Oooh so that’s what you’re looking for.” Now keep in mind he implied about 8 months earlier that he hated rocks, that he’d thrown out a bunch his girlfriend brought to him after she showed them to him, as in did it in front of her right after saying, “Look what I found,” as he put it. After seeing the rock he told me he’d found some and given them to his grand daughter, I think he said it was for her birthday. He then, I think then, told me he had no interest in rocks and never would. Yet a little while later while still talking to him, he said his uncle had found geodes in Arizona and that he had found some too to his surprise in the same place, and even cut some open. He even said he went to a rock show and bought one and put it on display and that he loved it. He said it looked like the Hoover Dam inside. So much for hating rocks. He also told me a little while later where I could find beautiful rocks in a lake and “rocks that change color” in a certain place I’m not going to mention. I wonder what he meant. Then as he started to walk to certain place to watch football for free, he started looking for geodes, and said to me with a smile, “Damn now you’ve got me looking” hah. That same day I went looking for a UV flashlight I lost near a pair of evil homeless guys. I asked if they had it but they said they didn’t, but I’m sure they are lying since it was large, and very ear to where they go to and from where they live, and I saw the worst of the two, not long after asking, do something strange I’d never seen him do before: walk far away in a direction he’d never walked to before, in back of his camping area, and then stop when he seemed to see that I saw him. There was no reason for him to stop since the only thing in his view would have been a bunch of bushes and tree, so I wondered if he had hid the flashlight somewhere in the back, maybe even throwing it into a large thornbush I’d discovered two days before in that area.

It’s ironic that these homeless people living out in the desert are almost always clean in appearance, with the exception of one, at least much cleaner than I look, as I’m always getting dust and dirt on me. Since the day before Thanksgiving there were six, unless the new one who used to live there four years ago, so he said, left. The new one, who was at least outwardly friendly mostly, told me where to find geodes some miles away, but it was a vague description that might require a year of searching. If I do search hopefully I wouldn’t be wasting time but finding other things of value.

Oh I forgot to mention, so after picking a certain spot this morning to gather the bulk of the fossil and sparkling rocks, I saw a shadow come towards me, and I thought it might be someone, or a dog, but when I lifted my head as I was putting rocks down, to my amazement it was a road runner! And it was looking at me as if it were like a pet parrot, it stayed for so long I had time to measure roughly how far it was from me – about four feet! And it went a quarter of a circle around me, and looked at me for a few seconds as I made sounds to it, and then it went away casually looking for ants to eat I guess (there’s nothing else big out here to eat other than lizards, which are almost always much larger than a road runner beak, at least from what I’ve found). It was truly an amazing experience. Thought I did feel a little insulted a few minutes later that it lost interest in me so quickly :(

I took me about an hour to write all this up if you’re wondering when the things I said happened today happened. Interesting, just after I typed that my Sony recorder which I was using as an mp3 player stopped playing due to low power, and didn’t even awkwardly cut into the song.

11:40 PM: I decided to look up on YouTube any vids of road runners coming up to people, and found one http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=&v=PPdklH6t7dI and that bird is making the same sound I heard the one making around me earlier. From the video I can see its been is about as big as those lizards (plateau lizards) I mentioned, so they obviously could eat them. I saw a video right before that one of a road runner supposedly killing what was a sparrow.

11/25/1:16 AM: Just learned some amazing facts about Road Runners here http://www.desertusa.com/road.html, with no pointless mentions of the adult fairy tale of evolution.

1:22 PM: I just got back from another rock collecting mission, and found what I estimate is another million dollars worth of rocks, and gathered them into a few spots. I suffered the usual hellish frustration of them repeatedly falling out of my arms and hands and damaging more precious putty stones as I tried to gather them into these places. To my delight I found some very beautiful ones, that weren’t just druzy, including one that was very similar to a white botryoidal rock I lost, and in a way this was better because it had flash on one side, but it overall was inferior, because the other one had more spheres and was more smooth looking and had a more pleasing overall shape. I found a gorgeous blue and white quartz rock, and took that one home, and, as usual, though I don’t find them often, two very well broken pieces of what seem to be flat rounded ovular rocks, that look like frosted glass, and are always in a candy medium red to pink to white orange range of coloration with a frosted glass kind of look. I wonder why those ones are always broken, at least the seam broken. it would highly weird if it turned out they form has half ovals naturally, what could cause a crystal growth to make such an unusual shape? For the first time I got sun blindness, and my shitty room light that came with the place isn’t helping, every time I’m in my room it’s as if I’m a little blind. I was out since about 6 (first doing a little grocery shopping), while it was still dark, because I wanted to see the fluorescence of the rocks I left behind yesterday which I was too exhausted to bring back that day. There about eight sixteen twelve fluorescent green quartz rocks which I pocketed and brought back before going back out. After eating some chocolate icecream and chocolate bars and bananas together and drinking some condensed pineapple juice that I mixed with purified water I went out again. I didn’t go back to collect the rocks I had recently left behind though, instead I decided to explore further out into an area I hadn’t well explored yet. I was out for a total about about 7 hours and 30 minutes, giving me a good six ours of UV light in my eyes. The damage would have been much worse had I faced the sun nonstop and looked ahead and had no long had, but I did the opposite of all those things, and looked down at least half the time. I better take some nutrients and vitamins to repair the damage now.

11/26/2012. 5:16 P.M.: I went out at about 6 AM, and collected some rocks I gathered, and then explored more, and found thousands of dollars worth of rocks, including two worth over $5000, and one is apart of a cliff. They are museum sized pieces so I wasn’t able to bring them back. I gathered many rocks in various spots in preparation for retrieval later on. At about 1:30, I believe I found what was as close to star in the form of a rock as I’ll get, the kind that I said would make a person unable to deny there was a God, and though not huge, it was a good dragon ball z size, and sparkled greatly all over in general. It wasn’t very spherical, but was very roughly round and somewhat smaller than the size of my palm. It didn’t have any amazing color, but that didn’t matter since the flashing druzy blended well with the pinkish light brown color of it and is what mainly was what stood out. I’ve seen similar rocks, but this was the most spherical and one most covered in druzy, or whatever it was that was sparkling or flashing. The many grocery bags I used to make sure the rocks wouldn’t brake out failed, so I was barely able to bring back any of what I bagged, and had to make a few trips getting more bags before I could bring in much of what I gathered. I decided to leave the easily damaged banded rocks I gathered behind, since I didn’t want to risk damaging them, but rather took the ones that were harder and more resistant to damage, the ones that I suppose are agates, quartz jasper. I did collect many putty stones though, with about all of them getting damaged as usual.

I hope to replicate whatever these various puttystone types are made of so that I can make various things, like walls, floors, automated spinning doors, or art pieces, or giant sized putty stones. But it wouldn’t be practical without finding some chemical to make them scratch resistant. I hope to replicate the fluorescence some of them have too.

A stupid dad on Facebook got into my friends’ business and cut her off from me with a childish threat, an obvious Christian-hater. I knew her well enough to know she would hate her dad for that, so it will no doubt backfire. No mature adult wants their parent invading their privacy. That will only get you hate and your child will see you as a cold, callous and arrogant control monger. Keep it up, and you’ll never repair the damage, like the scratches on a puttystone.
11/27/2012 2:14 PM: Someone stole my bike at around 12:30, I only left it out for about 20 minutes, but minutes later found thousands of dollars worth of rocks again, and this morning brought in thousands worth, and I have a decent spare bike, with great grips and is more comfortable than the one that got stolen, which is kinda of odd since it’s clearly a $70-$154 bike, and doesn’t even have suspension, so how mad could I get? And not long after the expensive one was stolen, I found out one of my neighbors was friendlier than I thought, so, again, can’t be very angry, at least not yet. I also found a strange yellow rock with red stripes on it, it looked like quartz but had a very segmented body. Wearing yellow glasses made it look dirty mustard yellow, but without them it had a dull light brown appearance if I remember right (I had a huge amount of rocks and it’s not convenient looking through them after bringing them back, and it causes dust to get into the air to look, plus my lighting is ugly and poor anyways so no point looking to give you a precise color).

11/28/2012: I finally got the SSA to stop withholding money from me, sort of, they are shorting me about $1206 in pay, so that I’m only getting $2094. “What a rip off” hah. Better than nothing back though, I’m not gonna argue and stir up the beehive and end up getting no honey at all. At least the monthly amount will be back to normal. I saw a beautiful woman at the local SSA. She had big beautiful sky blue eyes. The day before I saw three other beautiful women in the same general area, a tormenting experience. I found more beautiful druzy rocks today, some I found surprised me because I didn’t expect them to be where they were, where there were hardly and stones, just dirt and pebbles. And one rock I found this morning looked like a piece of the sun, it didn’t sparkle, it reflected as if it were sparkling. It was incredible looking. I would show pics, but my fingers are in pain from having hammered away using rocks to get others loose, and to see what was inside others. The road runner came back, and gave me a big eyed look when I made sounds at it, and after a few seconds ignored me again. And a baby dragonfly came right up to my right arm but I couldn’t keep track of it. I haven’t seen any scorpions or lizards for about two weeks. The last one I had died, and the previous two I let go so they wouldn’t die. The skink got loose weeks ago and I haven’t seen it since. I still have three scorpions last time I checked, and the two large survivors no longer react wildly when I pick them up. They will calmly stay on me if I put them on me.

4:59 P.M.: A few minutes ago I opened a package from China, turned out to be a green quartz crystal cluster I bid on, which cost me about $45. It turned out to be fairy quartz, aka cactus. It had a little damage, poor flash, no druzy type sparkle, and I wasn’t impressed. It’s an interesting specimen at least, and hand sized, so, I’m okay with it. I think I would have been happier with fairy citrine or transparent quartz though.

11/29/2012 10:52 P.M.: Someone sent me a giant fossilized-looking pill bug or trilobite looking-thing (the joined top picture’s in this post), gray in color, in a little cotton ball. I think it was a gift with a ebay purchase, but don’t know who sent it and why it was poorly packaged in a cotton ball. I found it about a week and a half ago on my floor. Maybe the seller forgot he put it in the ball and used it as packaging stuffing without realizing it.

3:02 PM: Thanks be to God I brought back thousands, possibly a million dollars worth of rocks back, it feels like the left half my face is a little asleep though. I didn’t sleep well this morning. Rock hounding and collecting is back breaking Hellish work without a car and partners. None of the teens or older people nearby care that I could be raking in millions, they just walk by, except for Grant, Jack and Leonard, who are too worn out for such work. I took me from about 6:10 AM and three trips to bring back various rocks. I found a few amazing fluorescent ones that fluoresced an amazing green color, and I found out this one huge million dollar rock I’d seen before under UV also fluoresced the same kind of green in various places using a special fluorescence revealing technique. I also found at least one one of a kind rock about thirty minutes ago, it looked like a putty stone that had sheets of transparent but dull calcite form over it. It’s structure is hard to describe. And as usual, I damaged a precious sparkling puttystone – it was on my lap when a rock fell out of my hand right onto it, I yelled an angry bad word when that happened. If I had a partner none of the puttystones I have might have even been damaged. Sad that so many kids and teens could help but instead choose to be idle.

12-04-2012, 7:47 AM: I wonder what the desert I collect in would look like from before I collected to 11 months later. I sapped the color out of it, I think it would have made for an interesting picture. Maybe Google’s map of the area will show a crude color change.

12-06-2012, 8:41 PM: I just got back from rock hunting, and of course met yet another jerk just before getting home. But before that, while r. hunting, almost slid off deadly parts of two cliffs twice. I wasn’t very scared, I suppose I sensed God wasn’t done with me here yet. I now know where not to explore though, or rather, how not to do it. While hunting around much farther out than usual, I discovered some incredible rocks, just like the kind of I’ve been finding, though one was unique. But when I saw how much farther out I was still finding this dazzling and beautiful things, I fully realized something incredibly tragic about this area, that being that this poverty stricken city, growing poorer, that it was most likely covered in over one billion dollars with of rocks, and the people who constructed here, and who still are, are destroying millions worth of natural jewelry, because they don’t have the common sense to look down carefully at the ground they are building on or making roads or paths on. It’s much more horrifying to know that over the past hundred years, these incredible one of a kind rocks have been possibly lost or destroyed forever, than me having two brushes with death (about the 15th time now I think). Even worse, where this one very long path has been made, which probably swept away or buried millions dollars worth of rocks, the sides of the road appear to have been covered in some sort of brown dirt, and by doing so obscuring more of these beautiful rocks. I would like to tell the property owners and city that they are ruining their own income, but if I do, I am sure the place will be covered in rock hounds, and then I will lose money.

12-10-2012: Since the 6th, God has swamped me with more beautiful druzy rocks. The beauty is amazing me again. Apparently on some days, obviously, I won’t be finding the very good stuff always, so I guess that is why I wasn’t that impressed after a while. But once again, today I found a few very beautiful ones. I’m barely finding any fluorescent green quartz anymore, or whatever it is. I found a fairly big chunk of it today, but it was a little damaged from being stepped on while another rock or rocks were on it apparently and seemed to have damaged the druzy there. The druzy on it was poor anyways. I have a lot of non-fluorescent quartz pieces now and plan to tumble them, including the ones that have poor fluorescence and to have some faceted or polished to a specific shape. I may also reuse some for a little zoo that has algae growing under the quartz.

I was planning on going very far out into the desert to a place I’d never explored before, but I was compelled to search a usual area, which is where I found mostly the amazing pieces I did today.

All my scorpions have died, except possible for one large one, which escape while I was warming it with my laptop fan.

12-15-2012 (about 4 P.M.): Just got back from the desert a few minutes ago. I think I was out there for about five hours, only briefly did I come back inside. I found so many beautiful and interesting rocks that I just gathered them into four spots and only took back a few that were of the most interest to me, that being ones that sparkled greatly and the largest that might fluoresce. I found about three beautiful botryoidal rocks. I’m amazed at my next door neighbor. Last night I could here him clearly saying foul things to a little kid, perhaps his brother and to my amazement, his fiance was with him, but I didn’t hear her say but a few quiet unintelligible words. Meanwhile he was loud and banging on things as usual. I wonder when she’ll become wise that he’s not mentally well and finally leave him. She’s a marine I think, or in the army, and he is an airforce squadron leader. They get into little to big arguments seemingly often.

12-16-2012, 3:31 PM: Just got back from the desert, I was out since about 9:45 AM. I had fallen asleep at around 2 AM, I think. I woke up without being well rested. I found many beautiful rocks again, and many were amazing. While walking back, to my amazement, I found one of the most beautiful of them, probably one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen in all my life. I found two small bullet shells and one long one while looking for rocks. The two small ones were close to each other, and the long one was on the mesa above them. It scared me a little to know people had shot bullets out in the desert. I found a golf ball too, I hadn’t found one for about two months I think, which is unusual since I used to find them every other day it seemed before that. It was nearly covered entirely in dirt, buried, and was pristine. I found two rocks, unrelated to each other, which had both broken into many pieces in two different areas, one on top of the mesa and one below. I could tell that they had broken at least decades, maybe even over a hundred years ago, because they were smoothed out when I found them, rather than having fresh sharp breaks. I tried to fit the pink one together, but only two pieces fit. I wonder if there were other pieces I didn’t find. I found it worth mentioning because besides having found both in one day, it was only one of about three or four I’d found after almost a year of searching what must be hundreds of millions of rocks. Yesterday night I found a cup of sparkling rocks that I forgot about for over a month (in part because of police who had harassed me severely and thrown away thousands of dollars worth of rocks I collected) and during the day found a bag with rocks on and about it, and a pretty mushroom I found that I’d also forgotten about. And today I found two or three other small spots where I’d forgotten about some beautiful rocks I’d gathered together. I made one gathering near the bag of rocks yesterday, and another huge gathering yesterday and put even more there today, and today made two more spots where I gathered together beautiful rocks. There are about 20 spots now at least where I’ve gathered such rocks. I don’t just bag them all because some of them are easily scratched and that would devalue them and I run out of toilet paper to wrap them in fast. I also don’t even want the hard micro crystals scratching against each other so I avoid just bagging them all together unless they are simply smooth and not covered in any druzy crystals. And when I was about done gathering rocks today I found two mushrooms of the same type that I’d never seen before, they were two white small dwarfish looking mushrooms, not tiny, not large, but medium sized. They were the most beautiful I’ve seen in the desert out of about three or four other types I’ve found. Since they were so beautiful and rare, and because I’d accidentally pierced the top of the larger one, and since the soil was moist, I blew the spores about in various locations hoping that more would grow. I also found beautiful areas of moss. I knew about one spot before but it was especially beautiful after it rained. I tried to pick up one large spot of moss but it started to break so I stopped and decided to get it later on when I didn’t have my hands full with rocks and wasn’t in a rock collecting mood. I also planted a long rare cacti out in the desert two days ago, since it seemed to big for me to care for. I rained the day after, which I didn’t expect, so that saved me the trouble of having to water it. Oh and I got this game called Vyruz yesterday. It’s great, unfortunately it’s very buggy and the vehicle that you use in the game gets stuck in place sometimes or it will get stuck on a particular weapon. The second and third levels are also too hard and confusing and the map function drains money fast, which is ridiculous. I can’t get past level three. It’s now 3:50 P.M.

3:58: Ooops, forgot to mention that for the past two days I’ve been trying to help a homeless woman who lives in the desert, but as I thought, she’s an atheist and hates everyone. I gave her a grill I found around the beginning of the year, the one I posted photos on here months ago. I tried to repair it since it was bent somewhat bad on both ends and managed to get it looking better. She doesn’t have a job and doesn’t want one to my amazement, and hates being told to get one (I didn’t tell her to get one). She also said she’d studied religion for 40 years, though she doesn’t look older than 38. She seemed to be lying from the look on her face and tone of her voice. She believes the end of the world is when the Mayan calendar ends, and also because supposedly, the Hindu one and some others end on the same date. I showed her some of the rocks I collected, and she was very amazed at what I showed her.

12-19-2012, 5:37 PM: I was really not expecting this but today when I went out at about 10:30 AM I think, in 20 mph winds that didn’t let up till the sun started to go down (and yes I was cold and miserable since I don’t have the money for good winter clothing and my winter pants were literally falling apart as I was working to the point where I looked more homeless than a homeless person around here), oh so I was saying, I was really not expecting this: I found a huge amount of sparkling rocks over the past two days and today found big sparklers and one made me laugh for a little while and become very happy. I found so many that I am overwhelmed into exhaustion so that I only walk home with less than a bags worth of what I consider the best or most interesting as far as I can tell and remember (there’s a huge amount to look through). I also mined a certain spot to see if I could get out some big pieces of banded calcite, if that’s what it was, and got some good pieces out, but due to lack of money had to smash some rocks it was on to get them out, which damaged them and made them smaller then if I had had a water truck to hose the mud away. A road runner visited me again, and some minutes later, when I was below a cliff and looked up towards a certain tree, one of the only ones, I saw it standing near the edge staring forward, and I made some sounds to get its attention and then it went away. I’m truly amazed that sparkling rocks of various kinds keep showing up in the same places and every one or two steps sometimes. When I walking back home, after about five nonstop hours of work, I even noticed one large rock that I was amazed I hadn’t seen before and which appeared to be of the sparkling type. But since the sun wasn’t shining on the ground anymore I had to wait till I got back, and in the dim light of my kitchen stove light I could see it sparkling. I don’t understand how I could have missed it since I’ve walked that area many times and there was no where for it to hide since it was just about on some plain gravel that had been dumped in the desert, smallish gravel. There was a recent rain, but it was very little, and there was no reason that it would have had dust caked on it and didn’t appear to have any dirt stains on it as if it had been recently washed off and the stain revealed as a result. What I mean is that when dirt is on a rock long enough, at least certain types, it leaves a residue like when soap dries on glass and leaves a film that is very hard to wash away sometimes. I can’t find my UV light, haven’t been able to since yesterday, so I can’t see if any of the opaque quartz I brought back fluoresces. I always bring large quartz pieces back after I find them, because I love that some fluoresce bright green or some pretty shade of green from within, like kryptonite.

12-31-2012. 11:52 AM – I finally won Vyruz about three minutes ago. It’s a very obscure fun, yet very frustrating shootem-um game. It had many bugs but not enough to make the game unfun. It had a funny ending.

4:56 PM – I finally went exploring during the day a part of the desert I thought I hadn’t been to before, but turns out I had many months ago, at night. It was worth it, I found awesome rocks including a big one of the sort I thought there was a slim chance of me ever finding again, but amazingly it was just lying on a rock, as if someone had placed it there. I’m sure it was since it stood out from the rest. But why they didn’t take it, that to me is a mystery. I’m guessing it was perhaps a new ager or kind person who wanted others to enjoy it and perhaps didn’t think any good would come of taking it themselves. Perhaps they didn’t have the stamina to become a regular rock collector to be able to turn their collection into a museum display, so left it there for someone else to do. I was praying as usual to find great rocks and I did. I sometimes wonder if it’s angels or an an angel leaving the rocks I find where they are because they many times are placed in such a way as if they were meant to be found. I met a guy on the trail while going to that part of the desert who knew some things about the area and informed me a little about what it used to be like over a decade ago and he confirmed some of what I thought, like why houses weren’t built there (the soil is too soft) and he knew that fossils were around too. Later I met three young boys, not even teens yet who were exploring the area on the trail with their bikes. One talked to me first asking what I was doing and I explained. I think the same one said my bike was cool. I asked if they bullied anyone and they quickly said “no”. I slipped that in because of all the bullying these days and was hoping to discourage them from ever doing it. After a little more words they wished me a happy new year and I them and I biked away back home with my treasure.

01-02-2012, 3 PM – I found my biggest chunk of green-fluorescing quartz ever a few hours ago and once again, hiding in almost plain sight. The fluorescence isn’t impressive to me though, because it’s a little above decent, nothing like the intense glow of others I have that are much smaller. So, I must say, I still have not found anything I can call “Kryptonite”. About an hour ago I found, while gathering some putty stones and other various stones by a rock, I noticed when about to go back home for bags to put them in, a large rock sparkling next to them, when I picked it up and shined it in the sun I was taken aback because to my amazement it had wonderful sparkle, and yet I hadn’t noticed it despite having been repeatedly at that spot and going by it a great many times this year. It was clean and just sitting on the ground. That is what I mean about it seeming like an angel is just putting stones and rocks around for me to find.

01-11-2012, 11 PM – I’ve still been finding nice rocks, but much much less, with the exception of banded yellow calcite, however I can’t seen much more in this one vein I hit and another one I found, which seems to be some sort of calcite, requires a huge amount of water to dissolve the complicated mess of dirt encasing the rest of it, and which also seems firmly attached to large boulders which I can’t remove without destroying the calcite with it. And the yellow vein I mentioned which only seems to have one last large chunk is firmly attached to the side of some very hard and very thick limestone, which is also easily damaged by vibrations, and I don’t want to risk damaging it further. I’d rather wait till I can afford a $15,000 rock saw.

I’ve been thinking about farming out in the desert, I found a certain type of grape that can grow in desert conditions. It would take a lot of work though to remove the garbage that idiots have dropped onto the dirt, large amounts of waste rubble, broken glass bottles and fibers.

I had a pretty bad German roach problem for the past two months, but I was so persistent in clearing and killing every one I saw (with the exception of a few, to see if this skink I found would eat them), that there appears to be only a tiny amount left, and they seem to be moving slow due to having nothing left to eat. I’ve barely seen any today, which is not the usual situation. I made a little campsite under a tree out of curiosity to see if any good rocks were under the debris, there were only about two or three and two or three nearby I discovered today, and one was very white and sparkled a little and isolated from the rest of the rocks and against the dark background of the natural dark compost from the debris of the tree it was next to, so I found it odd I hadn’t noticed it while working that spot for about five hours nearly non-stop yesterday.


The campsite I made. I managed to mostly flatten it out when I kept working into the night. I didn’t work on it today, my muscles were in too much pain.

The skink I caught (and some weird little bug I usually find around pine trees, as I did with this one, the skink wouldn’t eat it).

01-15-2013, 8:50 AM: Two days ago while rock hunting again, in a place I thought there would be next to nothing left, I found a bag full, a in enough to fill up a grocery bag, and I jut discovered a few minutes ago, that a remarkable looking one with a cavity of dirty sparkling druzy, SPARKLES IN VERY LOW LIGHT! I’ve seen one or a few sparkling rocks barely sparkle as the sun was about down, but there was no sun where this was spakrling, but in a hamper covering the light over head with only a little light coming in from one side (the hamper was on its side). It’s also a very unique looking rock, not common at all. I found many druzy rocks that day, and one was excellent with fine white druzy on botryoidal structures, or what I what some call “bubbly” rocks.

And yesterday night I finally got my skink to eat a little piece or raspberry while it was on my knee, only thing is that by the time I looked to see if it had eaten it, it already had :( I didn’t even get it on video sigh. I least I know it’s a kind that will eat fruit. I tried everything to get it to eat it short of forcing it’s mouth open, which I avoided since it was clearly a fragile creature, too small to try that on without risking big damage to its muscles or mouth structure and didn’t want to stress it out bad. I already have a few lizards that died after me trying to force feed them when they seemed to stressed out to eat. I wish I had the knowledge, money and equipment to breed hybrid skinks, they are such interesting and fun creatures to play with and watch.

One of the few evil neighbors I know of that lives near me has been bullying me and harassing me lately. God will pay that narcissist idiot back I’m sure.

Liberal Bullying — YouTube (and CNN) Censor Free Speech and Christians

September 30, 2012 2 comments

A few days ago, I noticed some extremely harsh atheist trolls raving over me and another Christian posting rebuttals to a claim on a video in which a naturist claimed evolution was true. I first saw whiny complaints by a few atheists on YouTube doing the usual: whining about seeing comments about God, and demanding and commanding those mentioning him to not mention him, and one atheist used a typical immature cliche, saying to “get your ass back to church” and talk about God there. There were various insults as always, but none from the Christian, till I came in to rebuke them for their stupidity and trying to take God’s place and them preaching their own version of morality, that being to not talk about God or religion whenever it didn’t meet their approval. These are typical liberal morons who like the liberals that call to conservative radio shows, or who hear them, complain about them, as if they are forced to listen.

A very short while after, I got this email:

The YouTube Community has flagged one or more of your videos as inappropriate. Once a video is flagged, it is reviewed by the YouTube Team against our Community Guidelines. Upon review, we have determined that the following video(s) contain content in violation of these guidelines, and have been disabled:

Bombardier Beetle vs Solpugid aka Camel spider aka Sun spider aka Wind scorpion –

Your account has received one Community Guidelines warning strike, which will expire in six months. Additional violations may result in the temporary disabling of your ability to post content to YouTube and/or the permanent termination of your account.

For more information on YouTube’s Community Guidelines and how they are enforced, please visit the help center.
Sincerely,

The YouTube Team

After reading the comment I tried to post on someone elses video who had complained about the same thing happening to him, but noticed I couldn’t post a comment. I wasted about 10 minutes trying! Then I clicked my account only to get a warning message saying blah blah you did such and such wrong and making me acknowledge I read it. I then was able to go back to posting comments. But was there any appeal button? No, instead, these morons force you to use Google to figure out how to appeal the accusation or naturally have you search their help section. When I searched through their help section, I tried to complain about harassment, which was true, however it wouldn’t work with Firefox 14, and was getting a message in broken English, to select something, yet I had selected “something”. There was nothing left to fill out. I then tried to start over only for it to be stuck with the harassment button being selected, and unable to break out of it and continue the process of the complaint. SO THEN, I opened up Internet Explorer and this time decided to go read everything else that applied to my situation, only to go around TWICE IN A CIRCLE, as there was no genuine method of CONTACTING THEM AS THEIR SITE CLAIMED COULD BE DONE. ANOTHER TEN MINUTES OF MY LIFE DOWN THEIR TOILET OF CONTEMPT FOR THEIR CUSTOMERS.

I then Googled how to appeal a video being removed and saw on top a YouTube video from a user, not a YouTube “team member” that pointed me to YouTube’s official (and pathetic and obviously ignored) blog on . I then, as others had done, left my complaint, AND TRIED ABOUT SIX TIMES TO DO SO, TRIED SIX TIMES BECAUSE EACH TIME THE CAPTCHA ENTRY WAS REJECTED! MORE OF MY LIFE DOWN THE DRAIN. The reason it was failing is because the captchas were using tiny numbers in blocks, which were so blurry or small that I thought it was just part of the mess meant to fool spam bots. Finally I got a comment through, so I thought. I then saw it had to be approved by the moderator. I then looked carefully at the comments left, and noticed that some of the comments that were approved were clearly junk comments, not even serious, just nonsense. Now here was a great lie YouTube made, because in its help section, or that blog, they claimed they really did have moderators evaluating flagged videos 24 hours a day. Now if these moderators are doing that, if they are competent, why did they approve comments not related to that page on flagged videos and why did they reject my appeal!?:

Thank you for submitting your video appeal to YouTube.

After further review of the content, we’ve determined that your video does violate our Community Guidelines and have upheld our original decision. We appreciate your understanding.

Sincerely,

— The YouTube Team”

Can anyone explain how my video is a violation, when nothing was harmed, yet approves of insects being put together in a tight space for the purpose of seeing which will kill each other first, and as the spectators clearly hope to see, in some amazing way or why they approve of animals being eaten alive, or a kitten being used as a machine gun? I can go on, and on, and on, and on, including asking why they approve of little girls dancing in sexual ways, little as in three to eleven years old and a baby being attacked by a cobra a boy drowning a pet snake. Everyone has seen certain ones. Consider also this: that video, mine, which they banned, had under 1,500 views, yet the videos I’ve mentioned have millions of views, with the exception of the machine gun cat video having over about 320,000 views. How about the Man Vs Wild series: is it necessary for Bear Grylls to rip the tentacles off a living octopus, cut the tail ends off scorpions without first killing it, and on, and on, and on, rather than eat animals killed quickly like everyone else? Does anyone think that an octopus with its large brain felt any pain having its tentacles being ripped off? Can anyone say YouTube’s moderators are “anti-Christian sickos”? Obviously they are.

How can liberals and atheists expect to be seen as the most peaceful and rational among all the humans if they are conniving psychopaths and bullies who can’t tolerate disagreement or seeing God being put in a good light, or even a comment that expressed a mere disbelief in evolution theory, a theory for which there is NO EVIDENCE, but rather, a huge amount of evidence against, as my Twitter feed and journal thoroughly documents, as can easily be learned from a few hours of research, or even thought experiments? Did it ever occur to anyone that extremely small bacteria can’t just know what and how to eat without having been deliberately programmed? And even the smallest bacteria aren’t just “simple”, it’s not like you can make one for a few dollars or even with a $1,000,000, you’d need millions to make synthetic bacteria even with America and Japan’s state of the art technology, and you’d still need to use parts that came from a living one just to make a synthetic one. How can baby animals be born knowing how to breath, how to instantly walk, how did such sophisticated programming come about, where did the laws come from that allowed for that? Are the laws of this universe simple? Unlike math, which can’t be engineered, for example 2+2 simply = 4, there is nothing you can do to change that, it is an eternal truth, unlike math, the physics laws of this universe are variable, in that atoms, electrons, particles and dimensions can be changed, if you had God’s powers, so why are the laws of this universe the way they are, and not some other way? Again, it’s not like math truths, because truths can’t be changed no matter what. You could come up with a new math problem, but nothing will change about what the answer will be.

Obvious conclusion: YouTube/Google Corporation is a violation of logic and common sense, it approves of bullying Christians whom it thinks no one will notice being picked on, and is composed of moderators that are no better than the trolls cyberbullying, stalking and harassing other users in various ways. And now YouTube too makes it on the list of my Cyberstalking Hall of Shame, the entire corporation. I have also begun a boycott of YouTube.

Update: I just found out, at about 6:25 AM, that CNN had blocked me, when I went to read the comments about Syria’s president supposedly going to demolish Syrian homes in Hama, I didn’t even intend to say anything. I noticed before reading any, this comment with a beige background: “This site has blocked you from making comments.” I hadn’t made comments for a long time there except for some recent ones, which were about that girl who was elected as a prank as home coming queen. What oh so offensive things did I say that violated the (liberal) Community Guidelines? This: “Stand up for what you believe in and go with your heart and go with your gut. That’s what I did, and look at me now. I’m just as happy as can be!”Good job peers: you just helped spread liberal new age nonsense, the kind that gets people into fights and causes bullying.” I may have said something like that it leads to psychopathy and narcissism and, “Read narcissism. tk” (a website I wrote on the signs of narcissism and psychopath disorder). Not sure if I said the bullying part of if I quote the happy as can be part, but that’s about exactly what I said. It was the 43rd comment (so big surprise it got noticed and of course infuriated the liberals who saw it in mass and pressed that report button). I had posted it about three times, because I saw that CNNs comment system and mangled my paragraph by breaking it up in bizarre ways, so I tried again, and it did the same thing, and once more. I then posted a comment saying, “Why the Hell does CNN keep breaking up my comments dammit!?” (And keep in mind that before hand when I would type out a 8 word paragraph, it would put my comment in moderation. Highly suspicious, it was as if some moderator flagged me for being an anti-liberal and then made it so all my comments would have to be approved of first from then on. I wouldn’t be surprised if earlier comments had been removed without letting me know.

So after my little complaint, I quickly replied to another guy who angered at least one person I saw. He had made a comment like, “Can someone explain this?” and in another comment implied, if I remember right, something like she wasn’t pretty. To his first though I replied, “They didn’t elect someone based on their beauty this time.” Some short comment like that. As millions know, comments like that, even if not inherently rude, and simply repeating what the article itself implies, that IT WAS A PRANK, NOT AN ELECTION OF BEAUTY, will, if liberals or cultists, like self-righteous type Catholics (and note, Catholics, I didn’t say all of you, so don’t freak out you sloppily reading self-righteous arrogant ones) see that you’re opposed to them, will gang up on you and attack you in some way. Even on a pro-conservative site like Infowars, banned me once for criticizing Alex Jones for being an narcissist I’m guessing, or perhaps they didn’t like me typing the narcissism.tk link to show the signs as evidence that he had it rather than just limiting me to typing out the signs, and forcing me in a way then to make a long comment. They do put comments that use urls into moderation just like CNN does. So, I don’t bother using the http:// or www in the links, so that my comment can immediately go through. I just signed up again and (not intentionally as some revenge) continued making the usual comments, for many months now, and even saying more shocking things, that might even repel some of Alex’s Catholic supporters. I said recently for example… oh wait, I just realized I could get arrested for hate speech if I say lol, never mind… Stupid liberals. See how liberalism and atheism are partners in crime and lead to oppression, persecution, intolerance, irrationality, hate, fights, suppression of “free speech”, suppression of all the things they claim they themselves are against, yet do themselves, including by silent actions like banning and removal of things their opposition says. How can you trust people that don’t even mention what you say, and hide it from others, when you state facts, and merely because your belief system doesn’t agree with theirs? Isn’t that atheist communism or Marxism? Isn’t that a dictatorship or rule by mob? America will end up like North Korea, Cuba, Haiti or Syria, if liberals (and psychopaths and narcissists) gain even greater power than they have now. If they do, then worse cultist belief systems will take hold, like communism, Mormonism, and Catholicism (and remember what the Catholics did to Europe and South America and Haiti when they had the greatest power? Remember what the Muslim Moors did to Europe when they had the greatest power?)

Still not convinced? Then consider this: a few days ago Piers Morgan interviewed and allowed the narcissist, racist, murderer and dictator Ahmadinejad (or who plays one at least), even shook his hand and praised him with a dreamy loving smile, even after Ahm. had few minutes before said that homosexuality was an ugly act, and after Piers, in defense of homosexuals being naturally born being attracted to the same sex, gave a passionate emphatic, “Yes I absolutely believe that” (about babies being born to be sexually attracted to others of the same sex). So, CNN will allow this blatantly evil person, a narcissist, to say what he wants, but blocks me for pointing out that people like him and Piers are the type who start arguments and fights by appealing to emotion rather than reason and truth above emotion, and for saying that narcissists should be ignored. Liberalism leads to destruction, more generally: disobedience to God leads to eternal pain for those who disobey him.

If the conservatives, including the conservatives in cults, like the Mormons and Catholics do not rise up against the liberals, then America is doomed, unless God intervenes. I believe that within the next 20 years, most of the world’s population will be wiped out, with less than 13 million people left, a number far fewer than was even proposed on the depopulist Georgia Guidestones, which recommends that 500,000,000 be allowed to live. I am sure, that due to the heavy persecution of his children, and the much worse persecution to come upon them all in general, that God will not allow so many non-Christians to live. Instead he reward them with a shocking massacre, and near lethal blows, just as he did to Israel many times, even to the time of Hitler.

By the way, I noticed something very odd happened right after I tried to post an update to this article about CNN blocking me: my Logitech wireless keyboard malfunctioned, so that it would no longer work. No matter how many times I turned it off and on and mashed and shook and hit it, and even when disconnecting the USB transmitted and plugging it in again, it wouldn’t work. It would only light up (it had back lighting). It made me wonder if Satan had crept up close to me. Or maybe it was because I’d recently washed it with sanitizer wipes and the moisture (hours later?!) somehow messed it up. I don’t see how though since the wipes weren’t dripping. It was an expensive keyboard, so, if it doesn’t cost much to have it repaired, I may do so.

Update: Yesterday (10/22/2012) I posted a comment on CNN’s article on Amazon’s server problems “taking down Reddit”, it was, “Good, I hope God continues to hammer away at that atheist cesspool of sin,” which got the reply, “Wouldn’t that be a conflict of interest, he rented out space on that server” and some little lame quip not worth remembering, a troll like comment from someone who had made over 950 comments on CNN I think. I gave him a sharp reply telling him to get a life. So what did CNN do?: They removed ALL the comments, the original I made and the replies and my second reply, AND, failed to post any of my other similar replies, including one in which I asked if anyone had noticed Amazon having server problems on their home website as I have in the past4 days (5 days now). That’s liberalism for you: not just censoring Christian speech, but BIASED censoring, as in apparently, someone remembers me as being a Christian, or sees me making pro-Christian comments, then decides to be heavy handed with me if I dare defend myself against persons on CNN that troll. And how hypocritical, being that CNN a day or two before posted a front page news story about a REDDIT troll posting sexual garbage all over Reddit and getting over 800,000 subscriptions (which would mainly be from atheists, pagans (like Wiccans and witches) and Catholics (Catholics often secretly engage in activities against their religion). Apparently CNN wasn’t posting the article in disapproval, but throwing it up in the air so that it could be taken either way: they would look righteous to the those against trolling, or doing good by promoting an atheist website and helping air the “troll’s” apology. What hypocrisy.