Policies into Bills to be made into Laws
Wednesday,
November 9, 2016
Anti-prejudice
women laws, or anti-prejudice gay and lesbian and transgender and transsexual
laws, or open “Free Trade” markets, or Monopoly regulations, or EPA expansion,
or universal free healthcare, or universal free Higher Education, or gun regulation
laws, or anti-brutality police regulations and laws and anti-gun violence regulations
and laws against black men and other minority citizens and civilians, or free
childcare, or increase taxes on the wealthy, or friendly environmental laws, or
free early childhood classes, or free public school lunches, or ending this 17
year long warfare in the Middle East and redistributing funds to veterans’ welfare
and educational infrastructure, or immigration reform, or rightly so turning
corporations back into what corporations are which is institutions rather than
lending a false identity to corporations as individuals, or no oil pipeline
through the Midwest’s heartland, equal pay for equal work, single payer
healthcare system, or raise the minimum wage to $21.00 (twenty-one American
dollars) hourly rate per increase (height) of annual inflation in the markets according
to Mr. Bill Moyers’s information and research, or voter suppression laws, or
free media without politicians’ threats or bullying or intimidation against the
Free Press’s journalists’ or reporters’ lives who must get home in-time for supper
and a bedtime story, or modern American infrastructure such as public libraries
and public arboretums and public gardens and public sculpture gardens and
public solariums and atriums and public planetariums and public graveyards as safe
municipal services to all American private citizens and civilians or, or,
or…etc.
Friday, June 30,
2017
“The best tailor among all
the cobblers is Jacob the baker.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Sanguine (warm, hopeful, cheerful)
He had sanguine hopes that his suggestion would be
followed.
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A
book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including
social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also
valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this
page.
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No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
---
J.F.K.
~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
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Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
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The F.B.I. is our only hope.
~~~
Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
~~~
Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
The Most Dangerous
Time
In Any Woman’s Life,
Is Right Before
A
Woman
Leaves
Any
Relationship
~~~
No one person owns vocabulary words
My deepest apologies, I meant to
blog today.
However, I might go in for an
emergency surgery.
Possibly internally bleeding from an
erupt tumor, however
Only time will tell.
For the second time in my life I’ve
been given one year to live.
For the past eight years I’ve known
cancer would take me out.
Now, I’m looking down at the barrel
of this lens. Yes, I’m at death’s door.
However, I’ve been at death’s door before
for the past eight years. I made death look good. I’m happy. I’ve had an
excellent run. I made the most of my life. I was kind and smart and intelligent
even when I was a crabby old man.
Possibly, I might not live through
this summer’s end. I’ve been forewarned thus forearmed.
My goal is to make it to Duluth,
Minnesota on Friday, September 1, 2017 by no later than 12:10am CT since Bob
Monahan and I have plans to platonically see each other on such a night. Thus,
I’ll do my best, however. No promises.
Bob Monahan already very well knows
I love him as my platonic brother ever since twelve years of life without once
had kissed of any type other than “air kisses” or without any “make out”
romantic sessions of any type or neither ever skinny dipped together nor much
less stood around naked while filmed together or without ever slept in the same
bed or room or without ever seeing each other naked, not once. Nope.
Yes, as bi-products of our
generation (the Xer’s) both men and women tend to platonically take each
other’s arm or hold hands since one doesn’t ever know when one might require
support from icy 45 degree inclined streets.
Still without a cell phone or
without anyone’s phone numbers thus none of my family or best friends know
anything about what’s happened to my health within the last 24 hours.
Plus, I wouldn’t want my family
around, anyway. There’s no grace to pain. There’s no grace to death. There’s no
grace to tumors. There’s no grace to cancer.
From here on out I must go at it
alone.
We all die alone, anyway.
It was lovely to be here on this little
bit of Earth.
Believe
it or not: I love you all.
Thank you for all of the love mail
and hate mail.
It’s been a wonderful ride.
Thank you to the Amesbury,
Massachusetts police who helped out our cousins on Wednesday night through
their terrible car accident. Our cousins are alright. The car is no more. Our
cousins were hit by a drunk driver. Peace.
Life’s, too, much to bear at this
moment thus I must go.
Yes, I was here. I lived. I was a
real human. I loved. I loved. I loved. I love you. Please, remember I loved
more than I hated.
Peace.
Be kind and smart and intelligent
with each other. It’s the entire point of this blog.
With all of My Love;
Gabriela
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
If I
survive these non-cancerous tumors then I’ll see us all back here on the blog
on Wednesday, November 1, 2017 from Duluth, MN. I’ll go home to either, live
and write the next great American novel, or to die in peace. Five years of
remission. A year isn’t much time. However, it’ll be something to remember for
the afterlife at “Flower Mountain” the Maya afterlife destination to be at or
bust.
~~~
Post Script
Correction
from “Tweeter” to “Twitter.” Thank you.
No, neither
do I have any social media nor do I intent to anytime soon. I refuse to re-do
high school all over again. Social media is something I’ll do in retirement
when I have time or not.
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“Wonder
Woman” is an amazing film. Thank you.
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Interviews
with celebrities and thespians ought to be professionally conducted and kept
thus.
No, don’t “geek”
out: No fanning out: during celebrity
and public figure and artist and etc. etc. etc. such particular interviews
which are professional interviews to be conducted for the purpose of work and
for which one’s “bread and butter” comes from thus no “acting out” in pathetic
ways or Minnesota doesn’t stand any type of professional chance amongst the
giants such as New York City or Los Angeles.
Professionally
conducted interviews are work and not social hour.
No “fanning
out” since it’s incredibly not cool to come across as pathetic or needy while
at the j-o-b.
Yes, as a
blue blood, I may socially reach out to any celebrities since I’m not in any
need to make money off of celebrities by conducting professional interviews
from their work. Nope.
Cheers.
Keep it
together.
Let’s keep
it professional.
No eating
off the heads of live chickens.
Let’s not
lose our brains.
Let’s not
be pathetic about celebrities or famous or whomever.
Word Count Goal: 1,000 (See you on Monday, December 4, 2017)
Word Count: 890
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000
This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,343 + 4,430 = 6,773 + 890 =
7,663
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #2
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #27 without any higher
dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #21 without one sleeping
pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #1 (09/03/15) without
antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth,
no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)
Thursday, June 29,
2017
“We can understand neither
the suffering of the good nor the prosperity of the wicked.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Lithe (flexible, pliant, easily bent)
The lithe body of the acrobat swung from ring to
ring.
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A
book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including
social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also
valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this
page.
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~~~
No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
---
J.F.K.
~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
~~~
Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
~~~
The F.B.I. is our only hope.
~~~
Cocaine and Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
~~~
Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
The Most Dangerous
Time
In Any Woman’s Life,
Is Right Before
A
Woman
Leaves
Any
Relationship
~~~
Polygamy is a “Retarded”
and outdated chauvinistic concept
Monogamy is a real commitment to Love
Poly-amorous is another word
for “horny” without any
real responsibility
to one’s partner
Personally,
I don’t go around and judge people.
Yes, I’m
one harsh critic of society and culture, however.
Any type of
assumption on my part would be considered a mistake or possibly disastrous.
Humans are
quite incredibly complex and difficult to get to know much less understand.
Humans are
complex with fully fluctuating chemical compounds in the form of hormones and
oils and proteins as well as riddled with illness and disease.
Humans and
our everlasting aging issues and physical challenges are real as we rapidly
make our way to the grave and eventually will seize to exist, forever.
“Polygamy”
is a term for which defines the ability for broken-hearted men to go around and
insert their penises into any women willing to put up with inconsistent and
immature men’s overly sex driven overwhelming sexual urge to supposedly
pollinate the Earth like bees which is a bunch of nonsense since modern woman
still has to give birth to anything which is seedling.
Women do
all of the hard work of labor while men ejaculate and nothing much more.
If
anything, modern men ought to be “monogamous in love” while modern women ought
to consider the adoption of “polygamy” and take on as many male partners as
women desire, per se, as a far fetch
example.
Modern
women are indeed and in fact “second class citizens.”
Women
require far more financial assistance than any one man does unless culture lays
out the laws of the land with “equal pay for equal work.”
No one man
or one woman may ever be capable to fully fulfill or satisfy “all” of the needs
of any one individual. Nope.
However,
men aren’t the sexier of the two
sexes. No.
Women are
the sexier of the two sexes therefore selfish modern woman ought to dictate
relationship structures rather than modern man who is by far more often than not nearly as magnificent as women are when fairness
comes to equality and nurturing inclusive idealisms and an eye for detail or how to best change the world for the better
since women mostly don’t own “a pot to piss in” much of the time nor have women
ever owned much of anything throughout most of history, fact.
Personally,
I do believe modern men make better parents than selfish and monotonous bombastically
spoken modern woman.
Modern
woman is overly repetitive and tends to talk, too, much and reiterates her
exact same points without much of or any poetry or rhythm or rhyme.
Selfish
modern woman is more of a hammer than a flower.
Personally,
I don’t believe selfish modern women ought to be trusted in the same manner as
modern men ought to be trusted since both genders are as different from each
other as the sun and the moon, fact.
~~~
Modern Woman
Modern
woman is by far, too, selfish to make any good company for her-self much less great
company to modern man.
Modern
women are indeed overly repetitious and verbally abusive and heartless and physically
violently boring and unintelligent and difficult “to get on with” since modern
woman tends to think or seems to believe the world revolves around what little
factual information she knows.
Modern
woman is extremely unattractive when she doesn’t share or listen or wisely
looks out for the benefit of others.
Modern
woman is better off as “polygamists” since modern woman is cold and calculated
about potentially thieving the wealth of modern men thus men thieve sex from
women.
Modern
woman has absolutely nothing to gain from modern man other than monetary means which
most modern women are nearly incapable of acquiring wealth of their own since
modern women don’t truly want to work long hours or as physically hard as men
for anything other than to have riches materialize before modern woman’s eyes since
modern woman is still living within the cavewoman idealisms and mentality of
what her worth means which is to stay in the cave and hope to be brought a
day’s hunt to clean and prepare and cook over the fire. No, thank you. I like
to make my own professional money and save, and spend and share as I see fit.
Modern
woman even in comparison to modern man who owns mostly “everything” and smart
not to give away any of men’s natural resources and accumulated wealth unless
modern woman gives of her soft nature through understanding and calm force of
nature and keen sensibilities towards boundless love and adoration of modern man
otherwise modern woman doesn’t get to eat unless she hunts which is fair because modern woman is mostly a “hag”
of men thus she must hunt for her keep.
Modern men
are mainly and mostly children therefore man is who ought to be “monogamous in
love” while modern women are mature adults and ought to be the “polygamists.”
Modern man
doesn’t truly serve any function other than to propagate the Earth.
Thus and
therefore, modern woman ought to be the “polygamist” since modern woman is the
one who carries the seed and must require financial assistance from male
partners.
For the
most part modern man is a “deadbeat.”
Modern man
is lovely, however.
Modern man
is drop dead gorgeous.
Modern man
is absolutely wonderful.
Modern men
are by far more intellectual than modern women.
Modern men
are by far smarter than modern women.
Modern men
are by far kinder than modern women.
Modern
woman is hardened and made of stone and cold.
Thus and
therefore modern woman is ruthless and cold hearted and calculated natures thus
more properly conditioned for “polygamy” than modern man who is warm and smart
and kind and nurturing of children.
Men are by
far more willing to give of themselves to their children than modern woman cares
to.
Modern man
neither seems to truly enjoy nor like the company of ruthless modern woman
unless one modern woman is to come along as master of her universe and amazing
and confident and the full package such as herself and her intelligence and her
vagina and her emotional self control not to overwhelm modern man.
Once every
thousand years does one woman actually decide to step out of the cave and
defiantly goes and hunts for herself with her own two bare hands.
Yes, I’m
the one woman to come along in a thousand years to step out of the cave and
hunt since modern man has now left me economically destitute and with nothing
after eleven years of service to the one institution for which is modern
prostitution in the form of matrimony.
Yes, I make
a “sexxy” huntress since I’m extremely feminine and skittish and awkward girly-girl
woman and defiant and lovely and bold and direct with a bow and arrow.
Otherwise,
modern woman thrives on the ignorance of female “group think” and what she may possibly
thieve from modern man to selfishly keep for herself and neither considers her
offspring nor financially supports her offspring since modern woman proves to
be a perpetual thieve and pathological liar and tends to steal from the mouths
of her own babes after the divorce custody battles are over.
“Group think” gets in the way of modern
women’s intelligence and ability to wholeheartedly trust her intuition or to
become a fully established trustworthy confidant to modern man thus modern
woman is for the most part sexless and without the ability to implement true
kindness and smarts and intelligence of her ever evolving consequence.
~~~
The Stock Market
Yes,
personally and privately I’ve jumped back into the stock market with $38.00
(correction.)
Let’s hunt.
Let’s make
a fifth fortune of my own since I’ve made four other fortunes for four other
mouths to feed and have been left destitute and literally starved by all four
other stolen fortunes.
No, I don’t
want to change the world. How absurd.
What a lie
to pretend to sacrifice myself to change the world.
Nope. I’m
not a lame animal. I’m cool. I was born cool. I’m cool now and I shall die cool
since I know my weaknesses and strengths and limitations and ignorance and
tremendous worth.
My
intelligence is ‘razor sharp’ thus what’s between my legs is sexier than mostly
any other modern woman and their huddled masses at the back of the cave as cave
woman screams and shrieks for mercy as “big foot” comes to steal the women or
barter and trade women with the “Indians” of North America. Yep.
Let’s play
ball.
Yes, I’m
purely all wet vagina whenever I’m inspired by modern man’s kindness and
respect and intellect and smarts.
Power
doesn’t make me wet. No.
Money
doesn’t make me wet. No.
Kindness
and smarts and intelligence makes me wet. Yes.
The fifth
fortune shan’t be shared with anyone else unless we were to fall “monotonous in
love.”
Since I
have the awesome responsibility to care and provide for five different families
in two continents then my hunt depends upon the hunger of others who may
possibly starve in villages without running water or electricity or any morsels
of food definitely not to be found anywhere in the sand filled baron regions
and deadly jungles of destitute meagerness with the lifestyle intensity to get hunted
by black panthers, literally.
The literal
jungle isn’t the “Wizard of Oz.”
Modern men
who’ve platonically befriended me and are here to whole heartedly lend “adoration”
and “admiration” thus I shan’t perish off of the face of this planet without a
goodbye or my last meal alone or the next great American novel written since
the men inspire me to hunt and move forward.
Thank you,
to all of my platonic male friends whose worth is by far more than most modern women
put together in the world. Thank you.
Modern man
does make an amazing woman out of me. I shan’t fail modern man, my best friend.
Yes, my 30
years of friendships with my best girlfriends means the world to me. Men are
different when it comes to friendship.
As far as
selfish modern woman is concerned, she can go masturbate herself while hard
working brilliant men and I bring a “balance to the force” and sanity to this
sovereign nation under fire from upheaval and turmoil.
Now, excuse
me, I have a fifth fortune to go and see about.
~~~
Mike Pence as the Devil Incarnate
“Mike Pence
the Lunatic”
Why is Mike Pence Edgar J. Hoover?
Why is Mike Pence willing to give
the rich another tax break?
Why is Mike Pence only interested in
the interests of the rich while 80% of Americans meagerly live on $38,000 per
annual household income for a family of four?
Why is Mike Pence an irresponsible
glutton?
Why is Mike Pence greedy?
Why is Mike Pence disillusioned by power?
Why is Mike Pence a hater of
humanity?
Why doesn’t Mike Pence have any
compassion for the sick, the needy and the poor?
Why is Mike Pence willing to harm 23
million of America’s private Citizens and Civilians with this insane cruel and
debilitating Republican Party’s quasi health care bill Holocaust?
Why did Mike Pence sell his soul to
the devil?
Why is Mike Pence a daft and bias
and senile man without any ethical moral values to do what’s best for 23
million Americans of this nation vs. only taking care of the 1%’s tax breaks?
Why is Mike Pence such a
disappointment as a child/man?
Why is Mike Pence such a failure?
Why hasn’t Mike Pence’s penis
dropped off only to lick the anus of the very few 1% rich?
Why does Mike Pence like to lick the
rich’s derrieres?
Why was Mike Pence chosen to be Vice
President when it’s quite obvious Mike Pence holds an incredibly low I.Q.?
Why was Mike Pence allowed into any
type of political spheres or political office when it’s obvious Mike Pence
lacks the intellectual forethought and know-how to lead the entire of America
out of dire poverty and medical debt and student loan debt?
Why is Mike Pence a bigot?
Why is Mike Pence a hater?
How is Mike Pence able to smile into
cameras when 80% of America barely gets to eat one good meal per daily
nutritional intake?
Why does Mike Pence hate the
children of the 80%?
Why is Mike Pence only interested in
his best interests and not in the best interests of our nation?
Why is Mike Pence such a traitor to
his country?
Why isn’t Mike Pence in jail for
white collar crimes?
Why is Mike Pence encompassed in the
dark force?
Why is Mike Pence an evil
individual?
What happened to Mike Pence’s
humanity?
Will Mrs. Pence not show some type
of mercy or kindness towards Mike Pence then the rest of the nation doesn’t
have to endure his wrath cloaked in devilish smiles and bad decisions to
implement murderous health care gas chambers.
When will Mike Pence’s penis drop
off?
Oh, wait. It already did.
When will Mike Pence be castrated?
Why is Mike Pence a liar?
Why does the media allow for Mike
Pence to lie?
Why is Mike Pence not at all in jail?
Why is Mike Pence not at all an
intellectual?
When will Mike Pence go away and out
of the public’s eye?
Why is Mike Pence a coward?
Why is Mike Pence a creep?
Why is Mike Pence a degenerate?
Why is Mike Pence a political
pervert?
Why is Mike Pence a fascist Nazi?
Why does Mike Pence worship Satan?
Who will stop Mike Pence from
murdering our 23 million American people through an insignificant Republican
Party’s health care bill disguised in the form of a tax break for the rich and
the gas chamber for the poor?
When will Mike Pence, the dinosaur,
die off?
When will Mike Pence go to eternal
damnation for his obvious lack of compassion towards the American people?
When will Mike Pence choke on his
lunch while 80% of Americans starves at the expense of an incompetent and
mean-spirited White House and Congress, too, wicked rich to notice the sheer
starvation of Americans throughout 17 years of Middle Eastern wars?
When will Congress begin to work for
the American people?
When will Congress stop with insider
trade?
Yours Truly,
Gabriel
Post Script Notes
~~~
Quasi Healthcare Bill
Tax break for the 1% Rich
06/29/17
No, Don’t Stop the
Presses
Trump, the
maniacal circus freak requires for his “Twitter” account to be shut down.
Why does “Twitter” allow for Trump to have
an account?
Trump is an
inconsequential and foolish man without anything intelligent or kind or smart
or compassionate to contribute to the United States of America.
Trump will
be tried for treason and beheaded at the guillotine.
Trump is a
lunatic in the same manner in which Mike Pence is also a lunatic.
Trump will
be impeached.
Pence will
be tried for treason.
Paul Ryan
will be tried for treason.
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The Press is our only hope
Okay, even
though the main press media is shut out, I’m not.
Yes, I’m a
capable blue blood able to get my hands on any piece of legislative writing
since my work as a contemporary intellectual thinker is analytical.
My sources
are invaluable.
My sources at
the Pentagon and at the F.B.I are protected.
My sources
know I’ll take the fifth, any day.
Yes, I
protect my sources.
No, I’m not
a journalist. I’m a nonfiction diarist.
The
behind-closed doors piece of legislative Republican Party’s quasi Congressional
proposed health care bill is not only preposterous and absurd as well as downright cruel and murderous.
Yes, from
top-to-bottom, I’ve now read the latest proposed Republican Party’s quasi and
murderous health care bill and there isn’t much to the bill in and of itself without any literary
aptitude or humanitarian compassion.
Mainly, the
murderous Republican Party’s quasi and murderous health care Holocaust agenda
in the form of an insane health care bill is nothing except a “tax break” for
the 1% rich while the Republican Party’s murderous health care bill suggests
the implementation and murder of 23 million of our American private fellow
citizens and civilians which anyway we look at this situation: is genocide and
a Holocaust.
The
Republican Party has “gone to the dark side” of their selfish dispositions and megalomaniac
egos. I’m not able to go there with them.
The
Republican Party isn’t to be trusted.
The
Republican Party must learn how to property wipe their bottom from the front to
the back otherwise one is capable of infection and death when one doesn’t properly
wipe.
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~~~
Mitch McConnell
Mitch
McConnell must be insane to implement such any tax break for the 1% rich under
this new proposed Republican Party’s murderous health care bill which is
nothing except proposed genocide and murder of the elderly and disabled and
children of the 80%.
If I were
to get murdered by this Republican Party’s murderous health care bill for tax
breaks for 1% rich then Mitch McConnell will see me in eternal damnation. I’ll
scalp him alive each morning and each night for eternity.
Mitch
McConnell is nothing except some inappropriate Republican Party’s disillusioned
politician who tows this new line of some “retarded” branch of the insane modern
Republican Party.
Mitch
McConnell’s a traitor to our American nation and must be tried for treason and as
a strong analogy beheaded at the guillotine.
Mitch
McConnell’s new tax break for the 1% rich in the form of a disguised murderous health
care bill will literally get 23 million Americans murdered by no later than the
year 2022.
What does Congress do when they murder their
constituency?
What does Congress do when they look away
from proposed genocide in the form of a secret Republican Party’s health care
bill?
Republican
Congress gets tried and sentenced for murder whenever Congress proposes
genocide.
To our
dearest Americans, as blue bloods we’ll do anything in our power to stop the Republican
Party’s murderous Congress on its tracks.
Republican
Congress can go lick each others’ anuses while they tickle each others’
genitalia.
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~~~
Our Somali peeps’ family
is now in the U.S.A.
(We give thanks and
praise to Allah)
As of this
week, we’ve successfully established contact with our Somali friends’ family
engineers here on the ground in the U.S.A. in Ohio.
We’re
waiting to hear about our best friends who are medical doctors in Iran and best
friends’ family in Sudan.
If we’re
able to get our people out of the Middle East without any provocation or
insolence from the Trump administration then we will.
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What a difference
another
24 hours makes
Within the
last 48 hours I hit the ground running.
Not only
did I find finance for another three years to this blog, I also found finance
for five different families in five different countries and two different
continents then I won’t have to worry about our peoples’ families and our third
world blood family and relatives for the next decade.
Within the
last 24 hours I’ve written three short stories:
200 page
novels each.
Yes, I
pulled a “Jo.”
A “Jo” is
when the made-up fiction character in “Little Women” writes her literary
masterpiece in one night mainly because
the main character is struck by grief.
I wrote
“Aillee’s Cries”
“Phoenix’s Digital
World”
“The Overwhelmed Quiet
Little Boy”
Okay, I’m coming in “fast and furious.”
There’s no more
time to mess about.
There’s no
time to waste.
Yes, I’m
the next real Shakespeare.
Yes, I
live. I’m real. I breathe. I pass bodily function. I sweat.
Yes, I
smell bad when I live in the woods of Wisconsin 45 minutes out of Duluth, MN.
Yes, in the
mornings I have bad breath.
Yes, as any
other human I decay at a much faster rate from non-cancerous tumors.
Yes, my
name stands for something vastly important.
Yes, my
literary work is worth more than most.
Yes, my Salvadorian
Ancient Maya Ancestors as scribes and writers guide my writing hand.
Yes,
bloggers are diarists. Lovely.
No,
bloggers aren’t journalists. No. No. No.
Most
writers aren’t blue bloods with incredible amount of socio-political power and
say in this world.
Yes, I’m
the next Einstein.
The next
Tolstoy.
The next
Kennedy.
The next
person to change the trajectory of our times.
No, I’m not
here to change the world. Only to ease pain.
Yes, I’m
here. I hear thee. I see thee.
Yes, I know
my worth as an intellectual literary mind.
This world wants to play ball? Okay.
Let’s play
ball, then.
We come
from a family of minor league players who gave up their dreams to play major
league ball.
Instead our
family members put on service uniforms and went off and fought in the Korean
War.
Our family
will sacrifice our dreams for our country.
Country
comes first and I’m not even a diehard patriot, either.
Since I’m
petite and awkward girly-girl woman with a broken toe then I shan’t put on any
service uniform, however… I’m here to intellectually fight for the
Constitutional Rights and Civil Liberties of our American People and I’ll do it
one word at a time.
As a water-down imaginary metaphor:
Trump’s lucky the American people don’t go and find themselves a martyr willing
to castrate Trump.
Before this is all over: I’m personally
frightened for Trump and project Trump and his oligarch will be literally
murdered since most of history teaches us oligarchs and monarchs and tyrants do
get murdered and killed by The People when oligarchs and tyrants only lookout
for their best interests and the best interests of their families and leave the
rest of any nation to starve on their own.
Personally,
I think Trump will be assassinated before his term is over. I hope not since I
don’t believe in castration or murder.
Raise some
voice and call Congress and complain thy little hearts out. Let Congress know
what lunacy this is all about.
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~~~
The Stock Market
Anything I touch
turns to gold
As of this
morning, I got into the game simply because
my hand was forced. I’m only in the game to win otherwise stop wasting my time
with frivolous genocide and Holocausts proposed and disguised as murderous health
care bills.
Please, don’t
gross me out. I’m, too, lovely to be grossed out.
Yes, I’m a
ruthless and fierce competitor in the form and shape of kindness and
intelligence and compassion and smarts.
No one, not,
even, Congress will get our American people murdered or take any more advantage
of the average taxpaying American citizen and civilian populations since 80% of
America starves through 17 years’ war.
Across the
world, bloggers get murdered for writing down their thoughts thus I must finish
what I’ve started.
If,
anything, I must finish what I’ve started as a private diarist simply to honor
the fierce independence and the many war torn voices of many bloggers and
diarists who are kept in jails and kept from informing the rest of the world
about how dire the situation is on the ground in Russia and Crimea and Syria
and Yemen and, and, and…
No, I’m not
moving from this little bit of Earth.
Information
freely comes to me.
Information
is power.
Yes, I hold
the power to destroy the evil within us all.
Peace.
There’s
only peace otherwise what’s the
alternative?
Genocide in the form of a health care bill?
No,
absolutely not. I don’t think so.
Yes, I’m
absolutely disgusted by Republican Party’s Congress and Trump the cruel abuser
and bully of the world.
Let’s play.
Not all’s fair in love and war.
Now, please,
excuse me.
Yes, I have
far more dire business to attend to than write diary entries.
Yes,
Venezuela is always in my heart since factually my birth grandmother “Concha” was
the head cook for the Venezuelan consulate.
Tyrants
must be fought with diplomacy.
Here goes nothing.
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My “She-Shed” is
awesome.
However,
on-and-off since March 2017, I’ve slept in my “She-Shed” and I’ve now acquired the worst hacking cough for which won’t go
away. I refuse to take antibiotics. I refuse.
In this
modern era of convenience, I have to admit circumstances rather tragic and
pathetic how women have to go outdoors to be able to get some “peace and quiet”
while the cold is terrible for lung function and the heat is unbearable.
We live in
a pathetic American culture of hatred ‘couched’ as “pretty” or “fun” or
“commercial” or “competitive” when the reality is plainly tragic and pathetic
for American women as “second class citizens” with stupid “She-Sheds” rather
than lovely indoor studies or heated art studios.
Personally,
I don’t like how cold or insanely hot my “She-Shed” gets depending on different
times of day or night.
A
“She-Shed” is another expression for how repressed and sad and lonely American
women are as “second class citizens.”
Yep. I love
my humble “She-Shed.”
My humble
“She-Shed” has gotten me through an enduring spring and summer; however, it’s
no piece of apple pie to live outdoors.
My health
has taken on a toll for the worse while living outdoors.
No, I’m not
well. I’m actually quite ill and in dire abdominal pain from non-cancerous
uterine fibroid tumors and the thinning in the lining of my stomach from 2
straight years on 20MG of Escitalopram.
“She-Shed”
is another great way for modern American women to realize how repressed and
impoverished and oppressed women truly are in a culture for which silently
hates women, however, takes advantage of women’s sexuality, compassion, hard
work and intelligence.
After
eleven years of hard work, dedication and service I ended up in a “She-Shed” to
acquire bronchitis. Ha. Now, it’s funny when I think about how stupid the
entire “She-Shed” concept is.
A
“She-Shed” is simply and literally a glorified dog house.
Word Count Goal: 4,000 (See you on Monday, December 4, 2017)
Word Count: 4,430
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000
This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,343 + 4,430 = 6,773
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #1
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #27 without any higher
dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #21 without one sleeping
pill per night by mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #1 (09/03/15) without
antidepressants specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth,
no more: “Escitalopram Oxalate” 20 MG (06/21/17 end of dosage.)
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
“No man may buy a beast, an
animal, or a bird until he has provided food for it.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Scurried (hastened briskly, scampered)
The students scurried to their seats when the teacher
entered the room.
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A
book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including
social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also
valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this
page.
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No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
---
J.F.K.
~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
~~~
Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
~~~
The F.B.I. is our only hope.
~~~
Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
~~~
Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
The Most Dangerous
Time
In Any Woman’s Life,
Is Right Before
A
Woman
Leaves
Any
Relationship
~~~
Modern woman isn’t a
feminist
Modern woman is
insane
People under the age
of 35
Are indeed factually “mentally
ill”
Modern
science informs us mostly anyone younger than 35 is factually considered
“mentally ill” and without fully developed cerebral chemical function thus I
don’t wish to be socially involved with anyone younger than 35 since people
under 35 are actually “mentally ill” and annoying to listen to them describe in
detail their sexual encounters and sexual partners and sexual pursuits.
Yes, I may
be 40, however.
In many
ways, more than ever before in my life, I’ve now finally begun to ‘hit my
stride’ and become sexier as well as
intellectually fully rounded and sensually secure within myself and my
monogamous sexuality and non flirtatious nature. Rather a blunt instrument.
Youth is
overrated in America while the rest of the world knows and has already known
for quite some time about how most humans don’t truly become “sexy” until the
age of 40 through 70.
After 80,
well, I know all about 80 year old people and they truly do lose their
sensuality and sexuality due to bad health and old age and bitterness and
selfishness and hatred.
No matter
how old and wizen anyone under the age of 35 may think of me: well, at least,
I’ve factually proven not to be “mentally ill” which is a great “consolation
price” to me and to my intellectual pursuits to have factually proven to be
sane as of December 31, 2014 when I was kicked out of psychological talk therapy
and told not to ever again return back to therapy unless with a judge court
order.
Now, I’ve
been greatly influenced by New England culture.
Yes, in
communication I’m extremely direct and forward and blunt since I live with
non-cancerous fibroid tumors and non-cancerous thyroid tumors thus I find speech
and communication important and of the essence to continue to be anything
except direct and respectful and straight forward since life’s short.
Yes, my
body is now 145 pounds and 5’3”. I have a little bit of fat in all the right
places such as my voluptuous breasts and petite stomach and non-existent hips,
however.
As I’ve
discovered over the decades I’m a major power house.
My physical
strength is the literal equivalent of ten men.
My
intellect is the equivalent of about one hundred Harvard men.
My
sexuality is worth more than most men in the world.
My
intellect is my sexuality.
My
sexuality is my intellect.
My humanity
is one. I’m one with myself.
It’s
difficult to explain to women under the age of 35 how it feels to be 40.
Free of all
of the old dusty conventions which hold modern women back filled and ridden
with insecurities before the age of 35.
No, I have
absolutely no insecurities about my body or intellect or smarts or kindness.
No, I hold
absolutely no insecurities about my intellect.
Yes, I’m
highly intellectual and will “land on my feet.”
Yes, I’m a ‘hot
babe’ and hot babes only come around once every one thousand years since to
have the full package of intellect and body and soul and heart is rare.
Yes, I have
more to offer than fifty million women under the age of 35.
Yes, even
though I’m not any type of flirt, I ooze with intellectual sensuality since my
mind is intact and fierce and capable of any such beauty.
Yes, I was
born for greatness even though I keep putting greatness off since I’m extremely
shy and don’t like, too, much attention.
Yes, this
broken toe makes me incredibly awkward.
Yes, I’m
finally not afraid to become an incredibly awesome human since nothing’s
holding me back.
No one will
ever hold me back again.
No one will
ever set mediocre rules for which I must abide by.
Yes, I
still believe in monogamous love.
Yes, I must
peacefully co-exist alongside modern men.
Yes, I platonically
love men.
Yes, men
make me feel safe.
No, women
don’t make me feel safe.
No, most modern
women don’t make me feel safe unless they’re kind, and smart, and intelligent women,
which is rare to find such women in modern American culture and in society.
Mainly
women are after men’s money.
Not ever
have I been in pursuit of men’s money.
As far as I
know I’m capable and smart and kind and intelligent enough to be in pursuit of
my own wealth since I’m what’s known as the “Golden Goose” who lays eggs of
gold and anything I touch turns to gold.
Yes, Duluth,
Minnesota still holds a grudge against my Bostonian forward and blunt communication
skills and style.
Oh, well.
Like I
care. I don’t. I’m now 40 and turned out more Bostonian than Minnesotan since I
uphold to truthful and direct standards of communication.
Yes, I’m no
longer afraid of Duluth, Minnesota.
Duluth has
a lot to prove to me since I’ve already proven to be magnificent and kind and
intelligent and smart.
~~~
Summer Courage
Well,
within this summer, my personal goal as a blue blood is to gather enough
courage to get in direct contact with Mr. Bill Maher and Mr. Brad Pitt, except
I get shy and hide and run away to the woods thus I’ve been putting off
contacting Bill Maher for the past five years.
Knowing me,
I probably won’t gather enough courage anytime soon to directly contact Bill
Maher then Bill Maher and I’ll grow old and die without ever meeting.
Hopefully, not.
Something
tells me Bill Maher and I are meant to be good intellectual friends and if, not,
then at least mutually consenting lovers of some form or another with or
without sex.
Yes, this
year I hope to establish a respectful and intellectual and smart and kind and
compassionate direct line of communication with Bill Maher.
Hopefully
I’ll be able to invite Bill Maher to meet me in Duluth, MN for a Coney Island
hot dog over lunch on First Street.
Well, I
have a plan.
The
question is: will I have enough courage?
Most likely
not.
Peace.
Paz.
Cheers.
Men, I see
thee. I hear thee.
~~~
Duluth Love?
Surely, not
What if I were to fall in love with a
Duluth, MN man?
Hardly. I
highly doubt it.
Minnesota
men hardly ever gather up the courage to ask me out on romantic non-sexual dinner
dates.
Men love to
own me, however.
Most men don’t
ever have the courage to ask me out to dinner.
Indubitably,
I went years without being asked out on non-sexual dinner dates with Duluth
men. I don’t think it’ll be any different
this time around. I’m told I’m extremely difficult to catch as well as incredibly
intimidating even though I can go quiet for weeks at a time.
Los
Angeles, already knows I’ll land there September 1, 2020 unless. Love catches
me first.
No, I
shan’t head to New York City to publish the next great American novel since my
good friend Nick Byrd from the University of Iowa has two published novels and
an agent and a publisher and he ought to know someone since Mr. Nick Byrd’s
been reviewed in the New York Times then our mutual platonic love and respect
for each other might be able to carry us through this literary endeavor of
mine.
No, I don’t
want to be famous since I have neither the time nor personality for fame.
However,
the next great American novel must sell worldwide thus I might be able to
continue to eat and write since we must admit this isn’t half bad and extremely
juicy and fun.
With All of
My Love;
Gabriela
P.S. I have
a man I must go and see about in Los Angeles.
~~~
Thoughts
June
2017
What a
difference 24 hours makes.
Finally,
I’ve found finance for the blog to finish up the last three years of literary
practice.
Personally,
I refuse to take out business loans to finance this blog.
Personally,
I refuse to take on anymore multimillion dollar investor loans since investor
loans are more like bank loans and must be paid back.
Since,
December 31, 2014 when the accountants dissolved “Taviette Film Productions” all
of my multimillion dollar investors have been paid back in full.
As of this
very present moment I have $10,000 in personal debt to the Department of
Education.
Otherwise, I may not have any other money other
than $8,000, however.
Personally,
I’m not in hundreds of thousands of dollars in credit card debt or medical bill
debt since I haven’t ever owned any credit cards and our medical bills are all
paid and up to date.
As of right
now, I’ve decided not to fly into Los Angeles tomorrow morning for a two day
commercial shoot since the non-cancerous fibroid tumors are painful to contend
with and I’m not able to ride in any car or private jet for any much longer
than about an hour then I truly think I might internally combust.
My third surgery
is around the corner on Monday, July 24, 2017.
Finally,
after eight years of contending with non-cancerous uterine fibroid tumors and
four years of contending with non-cancerous thyroid tumors I’ll get some relief
from my internal organs being pushed this way and the other way.
~~~
Los Angeles,
Romantic non-sexual Dinner
Date
Saturday, October 3,
2020
In many
ways, I’m glad not to fly into Los Angeles tomorrow morning since I don’t have
the energy or the time.
Mainly, the
only reason for me to fly into Los Angeles is to find and meet and introduce
myself to Mr. Bill Maher.
Personally,
I can always catch a free ride on any private jet plane flying in and out of
Minneapolis and go see about Mr. Bill Maher.
The more I
think about it, I’d like to have the next great American 1,000 page novel
written before I ask Bill Maher out on a romantic non-sexual cheap lunch or dinner
date at Coney Island in Duluth, Minnesota on First Street since I won’t have
much money to my name, thus our romantic non-sexual date will indeed be a cheap
date with incredible and remarkable and compassionate and kind and smart and
intelligent human company.
Although,
I’ll personally own the next great American novel whether any publisher thinks
the novel’s good enough to publish or not, I don’t know. I don’t care about
publishing as much as I actually do about writing since writing is my business
and writing is what I do while publishing books is what publishers do.
Yes, I like
the intellectual work Mr. Bill Maher does.
Yes, I like
many aspects to Mr. Bill Maher.
However,
for all I know Mr. Bill Maher’s smell might be…
Yes, I’m
now 40 and one of the hottest babes alive since I’ve proven to be a mature
adult woman past the age of 35 without any mental illness or brain damage or brain
injury or mental disabilities.
Yes,
eventually I’m going after Mr. Bill Maher because
as a blue blood I can. I’m socially situated to be able to meet anyone I desire
since my “bread and butter” doesn’t come from having to work for celebrities. I
want to know if Mr. Bill Maher is really the human he portrays himself to be on
television as a political activist.
No, I’m not
looking to date Brad Pitt, however.
Mr. Brad
Pitt and I have some of the same friends in common and our friends tell me to
make an introduction since he is now going through divorce proceedings then our
meeting encounter won’t be as awkward as if he were married.
Yes, I’d
like to write a platonic love letter of a film script or sitcom for Mr. Brad
Pitt simply since we’re not getting any younger then I must put “the metal to
the peddle” and get going and leave a mark on this Earth before these tumors
might take me out this month.
Yes, as a
blue blood I’m incredibly tied in with the rich and famous.
As of recently
I found out I’m no longer under contract not to become famous for myself.
Now, I’m able
to do whatever I wish. I’m no longer beholden to multimillion dollar investors
and their insane contracts with impossible standards to meet to publish content
without readership.
Thus, I
still don’t wish to become famous.
Rather, I’d
like to write film scripts and manuscripts and television sitcoms with specific
famous people in mind who indeed will influence my writing for the better.
My In-Laws
live in Springfield, Missouri where Mr. Brad Pitt is from thus we have more
people in common than realized.
Yes, by far
I get along with men ten times better than with women since women are for the
most part hormonally insane and don’t know themselves well enough to be
feminine and soft and kind and smart and intelligent with modern men.
Modern
women are hard and their sex appeal is shot.
The other
famous man I’d like to meet is… I’m keeping this one close to my chest since he
is the ultimate intellectual.
There’s
nothing holding me back now.
Within the
next year I’d like to directly establish an email line of communication to Mr.
Bill Maher.
Yes, the
woman who represents me is producer Sarah Green.
For which
is the same woman who’s represented Mr. Brad Pitt in Voyage of Time: The IMAX Experience, narrated by fellow producer
Brad Pitt, and it's feature-length version, Voyage
of Time: Life's Journey, narrated by Cate Blanchett, (source, IMBd.)
Word Count Goal: 2,000 (See you on Monday, December 4, 2017)
Word Count: 2,343
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000
This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,343
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #1
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #27 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #21 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #92 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Saturday, June 25, 2017
“If you give food to a
small child, you must tell its mother.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Nebulous (cloudy, vague, not clear)
A nebulous statement cannot be comprehended.
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A
book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including
social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also
valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this
page.
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Life at the
Wisconsin Castle
(45 minutes out of
Duluth, Minnesota)
Bob Monahan and Co.
First of all: as of Thursday, June 22,
2017 I lost my cell phone at “The Red Herring Lounge” in Duluth, MN on First
Street around 9:30pm, four seats in, on top of the bar stool.
If an area
code (612) cell phone by the name of “Holm” is found then please return the
2013 Samsung Galaxy “string can” cell phone to Mr. Bob Hugh Monahan at “The Red
Herring Lounge.” Thank you.
Funny how
ever since the invention of cell phones I don’t remember anyone’s phone numbers
the way we did in the 1990’s when we only had land lines.
No, Bob
Monahan isn’t a cocaine addict.
Yes, I’ve
watched Bob Monahan do nothing except make home-cooked meals for his daughter
and roommate’s children and myself as guest.
Bob Monahan
works and runs a city of creative professionals and is fair and kind and smart
and intelligent.
No, Bob
Monahan doesn’t have hundreds of women. Rumor.
Yes, as of
now Bob Monahan factually communicates with two specific women.
Both women
are consenting adults.
The women
understand and willingly participate in an open relationship with Bob Monahan.
No, I’m
neither poly-amorous nor a polygamist.
No, I don’t
like to sleep with anymore than one partner at a time.
Personally,
I think people who chose to be poly-amorous and polygamist are people who are
none committal to monogamy simply due to the inability to commit to one partner
out of fear romantic relationships won’t work out or the pain of being either
rejected or abandoned.
Yes,
someday I’d love to reenter into a monogamous relationship since I believe more
than one romantic partner at a time is pure and sheer insanity.
More
importantly, I’d love to fall in love with a gentle and kind man older than 35
years of age who doesn’t think of me as an afterthought or someone to fill up
space or have to entertain another person for the sake of having to make
another person feel better about themselves.
No, please,
no.
Please, stop
asking if Bob Monahan and I are lovers.
No, Bob
Monahan and I aren’t lovers.
No, neither
have Bob Monahan or I ever been lovers.
No,
goodness, no.
Bob Monahan
and I haven’t ever even slept in the same bed.
Bob Monahan
and I haven’t ever French kissed.
Bob Monahan
and I haven’t ever seen each other naked.
Please.
Okay,
let’s talk business:
Yes, on
Tuesday night I ran away from home until the morning of Monday, June 16 when
I’m due downtown, Minneapolis, MN present at corporate headquarters.
Yes, I’ve
been writing program code for a phone company.
Yes, I must
set in place and install and run code designed from scratch.
If, the
program code doesn’t run then I must go back to the drawing board.
Yes, I’ve
designed and re-invented the house vacuum and the plunger.
Still yet I
must get patents, however.
At this
very present moment I have no money to my name to invest and purchase and pay
for several of many patents I must get.
The patents
will come later under the many intellectual properties I must copyright and
acquire.
Nothing’s
wrong.
Nothing’s
ever truly wrong with me.
Yes, I came
out of the womb “happy-go-lucky” with perpetual bad hair days, high
intelligence and smarts and much kindness.
As of this moment, I simply want to run
away to Tibet or Nepal where our families’ best friends live, however.
Tibet is now
part of China. I’m not in any mood to deal with Chinese anything. Plus, my
mandarin is right down awful.
Well, as of
this week, while in Duluth, MN, neither have I found a single place to rent or
anywhere to work.
Let’s talk
a little bit about money since discussing money is absolutely rude while in
mixed company, however.
As a modern
individual mature adult woman, the last thing I’m afraid of is to talk about
money since money makes the world turn.
At the
going rate, money appears to burn up in an instance.
At the
moment, at home in the bank in Minneapolis I have $8,000 in cash to my name and
not one penny less or one penny more.
Personally, I don’t gamble since “The House
always wins.”
Yes, for
eleven years of marriage I’ve been frozen out of all of our accounts and finances
and user passwords.
As of today,
I know none of our passwords or security codes to anything.
As of
December 31, 2014 when “Taviette Film Productions” (my 15 year documentary film
company) unbeknownst to me, I lost
all of my multi-million dollar investors to my current legal partner.
The
multi-million dollar investors are all paid back. Whew.
Ever since
mature adulthood life began, I’ve been sending money back to Costa Rica and El
Salvador plus I help out with one family in Sudan and one family in Somalia and
one family in Haiti thus personally I
have about 60 mouths to feed.
Yes, I have
about 60 stomachs counting on me to make sure people and their families and
villages eat.
No, I shan’t
let anybody down since I haven’t all these decades.
Now, I’ve
been offered to make money throughout summer 2017 if I fly into Los Angeles every Wednesday to work as assistant
producer for commercial shoots then fly back out to Minneapolis each Friday.
Furthermore,
my non-cancerous uterine fibroid tumors make travel nearly impossible since the
jarring movement of cars and planes is absolutely one of the most painful
aspects to go through with constant vibration against the uterine wall as the
tumors shake and vibrate this way and other way while the tumors grow and push
the bladder and the colon to make more room or space for the tumors.
Eating
anything is nearly impossible.
Eating
anything is painful.
Yes, the
culinary arts are my one and true love.
Aside from
Duluth, MN, digesting food is nearly one of the most painful experiences and
Duluth, MN has very little to no commerce to speak of.
Even though
I don’t have any real money to speak of at the moment I’m able to catch a ride
by private jet to Barcelona each Monday and fly back into the United States each
Friday for the rest of the summer.
Yes, I’m
able to live in Cape Cod, however.
Although, if
I were to go to Cape Cod then I wouldn’t ever return to MN since I’d stay near
the sea and write novels.
Yes, I’ve
been invited to many different places in Europe to live for free until I’m old
and grey, however. I neither wish to be a kept woman nor to write in some
corner of a mansion while some wild entourage parties with my multi-millionaire
friends.
Europe is
by far, too, volatile as of late.
Yes, I’ve
been invited to go to Saudi Arabia and not ever worry about another financial
aspect of life, however.
Saudi
Arabia and censorship and I don’t do well.
As a mature
modern American woman without “a pot to piss in” I must get at least one say in
life which is independent writing.
Since
writing is the only aspect of life I’m actually excellent at then I must
sacrifice money for the love of writing since eleven years as a part-time executive
housewife didn’t get me anywhere other than to the cleaners. Ha.
Although,
I’m in Minnesota, I don’t have the finances to fly myself into Boston’s Logan
airport to catch our family’s private jet plane to Barcelona.
Personally,
I don’t think I ought to go to Barcelona since my former multimillionaire
ex-lover lives there with an entourage which follows him around to keep the
rich from getting lonely.
The
entourage tends to yacht and swim and do nothing all day long while beautiful
women look gorgeous in bikinis, however.
Nope. I’m
not an entourage bikini clad type of woman.
What would I do on a yacht all day long?
Go insane.
Yep. I’m
more of a go to the woods type of woman.
More of an escape
and run away and disappear to write and read and dictate recorded notes for
transcribing later -- sort of woman, who is shy and according to my friends
extremely awkward. Oh, no.
No, I don’t
believe I ought to go to San Fran since my other ex-lover lives there and is a
famous sound engineer. I don’t want to go back. I want to go forward.
Yes, I
ought to go to New York City since the powerhouse publishing houses of the
world are in New York City.
There’re
many people with private jets of their own flying in-and-out of Minnesota thus if I were to chose then I’m always
welcomed to “catch a ride” anywhere in the world as long as they’re going in the
same direction.
The
frustration about Duluth, MN is I only have two years to live on a meager
stipend of $1,000 per month then, nothing.
No, I
shan’t have any money to go out or drink or whatever.
Plus, I’m
the type of modern woman for which is naturally skittish and runs away from
people any chance I get.
Duluth, MN
is the love of my life, however.
There’s no
work in Duluth, Minnesota.
My plan
isn’t to go to Duluth, MN and do menial work or intense labor since my body is
now 40 years of age.
After eight
straight years of living with non-cancerous uterine fibroid tumors and four
straight years of living with non-cancerous thyroid tumors I’ve finally slowed
down except for when I walk since I’ll always walk like a Bostonian and drive
like a Bostonian down 35W at 100 miles per hour. Oh, well. It’s how fast I was
taught to drive by New England grandmothers thus I do without a second thought.
Well,
Monday morning I’ll go home back to Robbinsdale, MN.
On Monday,
July 17, 2017 I’ll have my third operation for the removal of non-cancerous
uterine fibroid tumors.
Thus and
therefore, I’m not able to make a commitment to flying in-and-out of Los
Angeles each Wednesday and each Friday.
No, I
haven’t done any work search in Minneapolis.
No, I don’t
know anyone in the world except “old money” which old money doesn’t call in
favors.
“Old money”
gets in the way of modern living since “old money” is a “mind set” for which going down such any
particular rabbit-hole can only mean being owned by dusty old rules for which
no longer exist.
Personally,
I’d rather carve my way on my own accord otherwise the placement in my family puts
me at considerable odds with my core ethical values.
Ultimately,
I may fall back upon 1066 “old money” from our ancestors’ privilege as blue
blooded Lords right after the “Battle of Hastings.”
Yes, the
last thing I desire to take on --- in life is to become anyone of my parents’
companion.
Nope.
Okay, I
don’t have any real money, however.
The only
real power I hold is we’re connected to all of the right people with “old
money.”
“New money”
is snubbed upon since it’s new and hasn’t had 951 years to accumulate interest
or carry this nation on its back.
Personally,
all I want to do is write the next great American novel composed of about 1,000
pages.
Since I
don’t have any more multi-million dollar investors then this could possibly be
my last blog entry since I no longer get paid to blog.
Although,
I’ve now completed 7 years of online blogs.
The
practice was tremendous.
Yes, my
other option is I may also go back home to my current legal partner and
continue as I have for 11 years of marriage although I’ve been asking for a divorce
for the past 11 years therefore there’s no reason to go back.
Must go
forward.
Not backwards.
There’s
only one call I must make to my famous friend who lives in Scotland to possibly
make an introduction to Mr. Bill Maher since I’d like to know more about Mr.
Maher’s writing and intelligence and know-how.
The Duluth
economy looks difficult.
Choosing to
move to Duluth, MN might in some ways be the same as to choose to go to
Detroit. Maybe, not as bad.
Yes, I’ve
been invited to move to Arizona except I don’t like dust.
Okay,
Duluth, MN gets my commitment for two years to write the next great American
novel while I meagerly live on $13,000 per year.
Ultimately,
I don’t want to have to admit, however.
Most likely
Los Angeles will hire my creative writing skills and Duluth will lose out on my
intellectual talent since starvation is not much of an option.
Although,
since I live in dire abdominal pain then food isn’t an issue since I wrecked my
stomach while I did starve in 2001-2004 while I lived in Duluth, MN.
Personally,
I’ll fight to write the next great American novel in one year’s time and not
worry about money since two years total is all Duluth, MN gets then possibly spend
the second year to shop around the next great American novel.
Otherwise,
Los Angeles is on my docket for September 1, 2020.
If I’m able
to finance the blog come this fall then I’ll do it on my own.
Yes, I’m
personally able to pick up the phone and call Mr. Bill Mayer directly, however.
Yes, I do
believe I’ll wait for a formal introduction from my famous Scottish friend then
an introduction won’t be as awkward and more of a trust worthy connection.
In any
case, whenever and if I were to decide to go out to Los Angeles then I’ll
personally introduce myself to Mr. Bill Maher since I’ve been told I ought to
introduce myself to him and not be afraid of what he’ll say or think or do.
Yes, my
friends tell me I’m the most awkward person in the world. I am the most awkward
person in the world since I contend with a broken toe and eight years of
non-cancerous fibroid tumors and four years of non-cancerous thyroid tumors.
Oh, well. I
smile.
Duluth, MN
doesn’t terrify me in the way Duluth, MN did when I was 24, 25, and 26 and
starved for three straight years while I worked as a camera director for $6.18
an hour without health benefits and worked as a teacher’s assistant for $4.10
through AmeriCorps and $0.00 dollars to be a live-in Coordinator at a women’s
shelter. No.
Duluth, MN
seems homey and comfortable and real.
Downtown,
Duluth, MN is where I belong.
Yes, my
goal is to create a Manhattan or Soho lifestyle in the middle of Duluth, MN.
Personally,
I’m extremely urban. I like an N.Y.C. vibe even if I were in the smallest of
cities as long as there’s none fishy water
smells and spectacular views of the sunrise and sunset.
No, I don’t
like the sand or beach. No.
The beach
isn’t for me. I already have a one inch scar on my left facial cheek to prove
the malignant melanoma at the age of 23.
Well, Los
Angeles, I do believe I’ll eventually must go there and write for television
since $13,000 per year might be the lifestyle and adventure of a lifetime.
Lack of
money is the least of my worries.
Writing’s
something I’ve always done with or without pay thus most likely I’ll drop dead
in front of some laptop while happily typing away and writing about life’s
observations.
Well, I’m
calm.
No, I’m not
scared.
No, I’m not
frightened.
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
Would I fall in love one year after a
divorce?
No,
absolutely not.
The second year after a divorce? Maybe.
However,
the man I’d like to fall in love with would most likely need to be extremely
laid back and forgiving and monogamous and kind and gentle and generous and perceptive
and soft spoken (not mute) and intelligent and smart and funny even though much
of life gets “lost in translation” after 5:30pm when my English falters and I
get tired of translation.
The next time
around I partner up for love as I did the first time, however.
The next
time I re-partner I must be loved back in the ways in which I need to be loved.
Depending
on what Mr. Bill Maher smells like I’d like to ask Mr. Maher out on a romantic
non-sexual dinner date.
No, I’m no
longer afraid to ask for what draws me near since I can make it happen simply because as a blue blood I own the social
trump card of the world to meet and/or get to know anyone in the world and such
currency is worth much more than money.
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
P.S. Now,
excuse me. I have other more pressing matters to attend to.
We’ll see
each other on Monday, December 4, 2017 from Duluth, MN.
Have fun.
Word Count Goal: 2,000
Word Count: 2,846
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000
This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,368 + 2,846 = 5,214
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #1
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #26 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #20 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #91 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
“For thirteen years, I
taught my tongue not to tell a lie; and for the next thirteen, I taught it to
tell the truth.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Alimony
Note. “In
the first century before the Christian Era, Jewish wives began to receive a
specified and secure sum, in case of a husband’s death or a divorce, from the
husband’s estate. The ketubah
(marriage settlement contract”) granted a wife a legal lien on her husband’s
estate; and by rabbinical laws, a wife was not permitted to release her husband
from this obligation. (This protected women from the amorous chicanery of men
who might seek financial concessions (indulgence, compromise) before committing
themselves to matrimony.)
Orthodox Jews still maintain the form and guarantees of
the ketubah.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Amalgamate (unite, combine, come together)
Two business firms may amalgamate for the best
interest of both.
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A
book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including
social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also
valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this
page.
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***
Graduate Class of
2017
Thank you
to all of the graduates’ parents and family members and teachers and professors
and administrators and staff for getting our graduates of the class of 2017 to
this podium.
Today I’m
grateful to be here with all of you.
Thank you
for inviting me to be a part of such a glorious celebration.
I’m not
really sure as to what wisdom to best bestow upon anyone person since each
individual is the only one person who can and will walk their path in life
towards growth and development and wisdom and old age and death and legacy.
There’s nothing I can say which will
stop the course of anyone’s lives from occurring to them.
I’m a blank
canvas since there’s always much great wisdom to grant nonetheless on such a
tremendously incredibly wonderful day of celebration I almost ought to stop
writing and have us be on our merry way, however.
Since we’ve
taken the time to journey and arrive at this cross road before we say our
heartfelt warm goodbyes and get on with the rest of our lives then let’s begin
with words of wisdom which one may not possibly expect to learn in the academic
field.
****
First.
Nothing.
First,
nothing’s ever promised or forever.
Second,
nature trumps humans.
Nature wins over humans.
Nature wins each time.
Nature will be here long after humans
are gone.
The dinosaurs are humans’ main
lesson in life.
Whenever humans die then pets eat
their humans.
Third,
women are indeed and in fact “second class citizens” to men since there’s no
“equal pay for equal work” well into the first two decades of the 21st
century.
Fourth, the
world didn’t end in 2000.
Fifth, age
is a matter of opinion.
Sixth, mind over matter.
Seventh, it is a fact of life:
Being a fulltime stay-at-home housewife
or fulltime stay-at-home mother or fulltime stay-at-home single parent is
lonely and financially destitute business.
There’s no
money or financial freedom or financial security in being any fulltime stay-at-home
housewife or fulltime stay-at-home mother or fulltime stay-at-home single
parent.
Being a
fulltime stay-at-home housewife or fulltime mother or fulltime single
parent is lonely and financially destitute business without many, if, not, then
hardly any breaks throughout the days or years or decades or without romantic
dates or without eating out at restaurants or without going to movies or without
hardly any vacations, if, lucky then maybe each five years or without thoughtful
gifts since fulltime stay-at-home domestic work is on-going and hardly ever
ending or hardly ever noticeable to others who don’t domestically contribute to
any of the household’s chores or property maintenance.
Fulltime
stay-at-home domestic work is no different than being a butler except the
modern position comes without any pay or tuition or vacations or healthcare or
retirement.
Fulltime
domestic housework is taken for granted.
Fulltime
domestic property work takes time such for example in small comparison to house
chores, ironing one shirt alone takes one good hour to excellently iron any
Oxford work shirt and another 30 minutes to iron out the pants and suit jacket
or another 10 minutes to gather and take out the trash or another 20 minutes to
organize the recycling and break down cardboard or another 2 hours to vacuum or
another 2 hours to mow the lawn or another 2 hours to shovel snow winter-after-winder
for decades on end without so much as a thanks.
There’s
nothing lonelier in life than to chose and decide to be a fulltime domestic
partner for the financial advancement of another person without any pay or
overtime pay or healthcare benefits or sick leave or retirement or stocks or
bonds or vacations or gifts or romantic dinner dates for decades at a
time.
The only
way in which one is at all remotely capable and able to even as much as
consider acquiring any type of fulltime domestic partner (who will go through
their own type of personal living hell for another) is, if, one’s actually and
able to financially afford to keep the fulltime executive domestic partner
financially secure without forcing the fulltime domestic partner to go without
any resources or much of anything for decades at a time.
The only way in which one is at all remotely
capable and able to acquire any type of fulltime executive domestic partner to
stay home fulltime is if one is able to afford such an executive domestic partner
or not, otherwise it’s considered “indentured servitude.”
Modern institutional
marriage as prostitution is a broken down system from which we must recover
from the aftermath and shock of complete disaster such as to legally bond
partners to each other while possibly full time stay-at-home executive domestic
partners have a higher probability to be left with nothing after decades of
free “indentured servitude.” There’s no pay in it. It’s not worth it.
There’s
hardly anything to ever look forward to since retirement and vacations are out
of the question when one isn’t able to or capable to afford a fulltime executive
domestic partner without having them be gifted or received or granted any
freedoms much less pay or compensation or sick leave when one isn’t able to
afford any fulltime stay-at-home executive domestic partner rather only a domestic
slave or indentured servant confined to another’s lifestyle or power or
decisions as to how to live without any education for decades at a time.
It’s unfair
and unsafe for only one partner to hold all of the financial freedoms while the
executive domestic partner has nothing even though the fulltime executive domestic
partner does all of the labor and work at home or on the property without any
breaks or time to themselves or time to think or time to even consider what
they want out of life other than to clean and organize and schedule another’s
life for the purpose of the other’s success.
In our
modern and present civilization and nation the most difficult jobs and work which
go unpaid and without health care benefits or salary or retirement or sick
leave or overtime paid is fulltime stay-at-home spousal domestic workers and fulltime
stay-at-home single parents who have absolutely no money to their names not
even to go out twice per year for a cup of coffee, let alone, every four to four
months or ever.
In the United
States of America’s 21st century there’s an entire fulltime stay-at-home
domestic workforce which goes unpaid and are indeed slaves to their financial legal
partners.
Unpaid work
is considered slavery or indentured servitude.
Reiteration:
To hold the luxury to be able to have any
executive domestic supporting partner agree to fulltime stay-at-home work is
tremendous of one partner to give up their careers and lives to schedule
and run and support and manage and maintain and give up all of their
independent financial freedom for the financial well being of only one partner
especially if anything were to go awry in the relationship.
In
contemporary dusty old culture, fulltime stay-at-home work is indeed frowned
upon and looked down upon.
To run an
entire property as well as manage the day-to-day household operations and occurrences
and events as well as kindly and intelligently and smartly care for and raise
children without any money to call their own is nothing to sneeze at.
Still, yet,
the laundry must be washed and dried and folded and put away and dishes must get
washed and dried and put away and floors need to be vacuumed and household
finances to be maintained and balanced and moral support to be granted to the
financial partner at the end of long day’s work of exhaustive domestic physical
labor without much communication to the outside world or without much human
contact or community for support to fall back on when the pain of repetition
gets to be, too, much and each day doesn’t ever close-out without any end in
sight, is a lifetime confined to solitary confinement and loneliness and drab
repetition without any support or community.
For
fulltime stay-at-home executive domestic partners and workers without any pay
or any compensation or vacations or romantic dates or gifts or healthcare or
retirement or sick-leave or any cash at all is a daunting task which appears
and seems to be a lost cause and without much significance and not any fun.
The United
States of America is a dusty old nation based on dusty old cultural ideals which
no longer exist.
Dusty old
ideals about what constitutes pay and what doesn’t unlike Norway which pays
fulltime stay-at-home executive domestic spouses a monthly stipend for their
greatest services to their nation which is to keep households and neighborhoods
safely together and the culture progressing forward without breaking anyone domestic
partner’s back for free or without breaking the fulltime stay-at-home executive
domestic partner without any breaks or end to their on-going forever labor and work
and more work and more domestic labor and never-ending moral support to the
financial spouse without much moral support back of their own as executive domestic
spouses who in America seem without worth, however.
If one’s
ever been the fulltime at-stay-home executive domestic working partner then
whoever does the most grudge work holds the most power in the relationship then
modern “indentured servant” work done for free for the benefit of the financial
partner unless the financial partner is
actually able to factually finance a fulltime stay-at-home executive domestic partner
otherwise, no, go.
Each time the
fulltime stay-at-home executive domestic working partner looses their financial
independence and personal freedom which in general according to human bi-laws there’s
no amount of money for which is ever able
to compensate for the loss of financial freedom as well as autonomy
(self-governance, self-sufficiency.)
Eight, no
one ever truly signs up to be a fulltime stay-at-home single parent, hence
don’t go forth and multiply. No.
Unless the executive domestic partner holds an
emotional and financial stable lifestyle choice in relationship to the
financial partner with safe conditions and ability and time to properly raise
children who are needy and take-up way more time than necessary as well as extreme patience and much
physical care throughout the entire days of their youth until children’s
cerebral brain chemicals mature at the age of 35 and either adult children are
sane or either mentally ill or mentally disturbed or brain damaged or mentally
disabled or whichever.
Mental
illness is chemical imbalance in the brain.
Immaturity
is character weakness.
Character
flaws are nothing.
There’s no such
absurd thing as character flaws since humans are continuously and constantly
evolving and developing and progressing forward.
Humans
aren’t stagnant.
~~~
Autonomy is Freedom
Marriage is
a dusty financial institution.
Marriage is
a rigged financial institution to only favor money.
Marriage is
for the rich and wealthy.
Marriage isn’t for the educated with much debt.
Marriage is
a financial institution to favor the financial partner who makes money and not
the caretakers of the world.
Marriage is
a financial institution which doesn’t favor any fulltime stay-at-home executive
domestic working partners or single parents.
Marriage is
a financial institution for which mainly and only one parent fully attends to the
each needs of any individual single child while the other parent takes care of
business or leisure or social time away from the home.
Marriage is
a financial institution for which doesn’t favor parenting or fulltime
stay-at-home executive domestic values or executive domestic workers or
communities or families or neighborhoods.
Marriage is
a financial institution for which modern relationships no longer abide by.
Marriage is
a financial institution for which doesn’t equate happiness.
Marriage is
a financial institution of “school of hard knocks.”
Mainly,
most citizens especially politicians are criminals.
Mainly, there’s no “school of hard knocks” since student loan debt is the number one
concern on most graduates’ minds.
There isn’t
any “school of hard knocks” when we’re overly educated fools with more student
loan debt than we’ll ever know what to do with and not much compensation for
such overly educated debt.
Mainly, student
loan debt is a lifelong prison.
Mainly, any
woman’s real power in the world is to have and to hold onto their own bank
accounts and to stay single.
Mainly, any
true woman’s power is to make their way in the world and not to settle down or
commit to marriage or children unless there’s monetary compensation in it for
her, otherwise, no go.
Mainly, hence
women get married then women lose their entire autonomous freedoms.
Mainly, hence
women have children then women lose their entire sexual appeal and worth.
Mainly,
hence women birth children then women lose their worth to men.
Mainly,
being single is by far more powerful than taking on any partner’s debt and be
sunk by the others’ debt as any fulltime stay-at-home executive domestic
working partner.
Mainly,
marriage is an institution based on lies.
Mainly,
marriage is a flawed institution not to ever be entered into lightly.
Mainly,
women’s power is intellectual subtle sexuality therefore, men must be quiet and
not sexually molest or sexually assault or sexually harass or sexually assault women
since women don’t have much of anything in this world thus women hold all the
power unless or until modern woman gives away their power over to men which men
are no different than women in sex drive and desires and a drive for happiness.
Each sex
wants and desires to be taken care of with very little responsibility.
Yes, men
will say anything for sex.
Yes, men
are mainly after sex.
Yes, women,
too, are mainly after sex, however.
Women are
emotional.
Men are
also emotional in different ways than women.
Remember to
put on a condom and raise some hell.
Peace.
Love wins.
Marriage
wins only when love is present and one partner isn’t seen or objectified as a
means to an end.
Humans
aren’t object.
Humans are
to be cherished and respected.
With All My
Love;
Gabriela
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
P.S. Now,
please, excuse me. I have other more pressing matters to attend to.
We’ll see
each other on Monday, December 4, 2017 from Duluth, MN.
Have fun.
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without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #26 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #20 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #91 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Monday, June 19, 2017
“In heaven, they do not
grant half-favors.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Commiserate (sympathize with, show sorrow)
You commiserate with a friend who has suffered some
loss.
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and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
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No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
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~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
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Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
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Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
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Trumps
Hate
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The Most Dangerous
Time
In Any Woman’s Life,
Is Right Before
A
Woman
Leaves
Any
Relationship
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Yours
Truly;
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without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #3
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #26 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #20 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #91 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Friday, June 16, 2017
“Neither good nor bad lasts
forever.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Ligature (a tie, bond, bandage; line indicating
connection in writing)
Fancy ligatures tend to conceal the basic form of the
letters of the alphabet.
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valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
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Notes:
No, I haven’t
ever been tried nor convicted of any crime.
No, I
haven’t ever gone to jail not even for one single night.
Yes, within
the last decade I’ve actually done and completed “jury duty.”
Yes, some
of my personal best friends of the past twenty years are mature adult men and
women who are tremendous writers and artists and logical thinkers and kind and
smart and intelligent people and calm and cool and collected while under fire
as mature adult men and women ‘in blue’ police uniforms for whom I respect with
Ut-most admiration and concern for their on-going well being and health and
wellness and peace and liberty to be intellectuals and think for themselves
rather than “group think.”
No, we’re
not in any type of legal financial trouble.
No, there’re
no attorneys at this table here tonight.
Yes, I’ve
more or less been financially on my own since I’ve been 12 years of life and in
7th grade began part-time work at our private school library and
learned Latin in exchange for the work.
No, my adoptive
parents (August 24, 1987-present) shan’t ever pay two rubbed pennies together
or get me started in life since we haven’t ever held any type of such financial
relationship since I’ve been 24 years of life (May, 2001) I’ve paid my way through
life no matter what otherwise I stay home and read and do research and love a
well written modern sitcom and graphic novels and musica and films and movies
and, and, and anything fun. Yep.
To write is
to work.
To research
is to play.
To play is
to discover.
Hypothetically,
if, my adoptive parents by any chance have ever happened to “take out” any “life insurance policy”
upon my head then most likely I’m worth more dead than alive as is the same in
marriage since I have absolutely not one single penny to my name. Okay. I can
deal with the facts. I can deal with straight up numbers.
Cash is
difficult to ‘carve out a “‘literary’ living” on the ground.
Yes, I’ve
been financially on my own for the past 16 years.
No, this
isn’t any type of written “soap opera.”
No, I’m not
any type of “Damsel in Distress.”
Yes,
together we lost our first fortune in 2007, then ten years later (one decade) made
up for the loss and difference only to lose another second fortune together as
of Thursday, June 15, 2017.
Oh, well, since December 2006 I’ve been
informed I won’t receive one single penny from any divorce settlement thus
information is understood between two parties (since the start of this
relationship, December 2006-June 2017) thus
such an outcome isn’t any big shock to my system. I’ve been prepared since the very
start I was promised I’d end up at a women’s homeless shelter. Okay. Fair
enough. Moving on.
The same
tune is…annoying.
The terms and conditions were evidently spelled
out for me long before I arrived at this very hour today or point of
consideration and recent developments.
Money comes
and money goes.
Money’s
nothing.
Forever I
shall love my current legal partner and best friend.
My current
legal partner is my best friend.
Respect
stays for a lifetime of forgiveness and friendship no matter how ‘angry’ or ‘wronged’
people seem to feel in friendships about friendships and still history is thicker than water.
Yes, twenty
years ago I wrote in the genre of “soap operas” and “soap operas” are mainly
fantasy and imagination rather than contemporary modern private online journal
entries/personal diaries/nonfiction blog.
We’re good.
We’re
always cordial and civil and respectful to each other to prove we’re not
barbarians.
What the
rest of the world might think, well, who cares?
The
struggle is over.
Yet, again,
who’s to say humans aren’t aggressors and competitive at the wrong times and in
the strangest of places while peace is #1, number one.
Peace is
“everything” or “nothing.”
Act of war
or no act of war.
“Casualties
of war or no casualties of war”
Unharmed, I
humbly walk away with my life intact.
No, no
other person ever knows what’s best for any other individual and their lives
and life decisions and life choices.
It’s time
to breathe.
No, we’re
not at all mad at each other over the loss of our second fortune. Nope.
Fortunes
get lost.
Fortunes
which get lost are far more common than one would think.
Yes, we
actually do know how we ended up here.
Yes,
through a series of bad economic decisions and withheld information about such
decisions.
We love
each other. We always will.
We don’t
care about the money. We don’t.
Eleven
years from now my current legal partner will easily make a grand total of about
1.6 million dollars towards retirement. Set for modern life.
All’s well.
End’s well.
Calm.
Tranquillos.
Tranquillas.
Our lives
are our very own to do what we decide to do without the harsh judgment of
anyone else much less our families’ judgment or friends’ judgment since we went
out to bat and did our best.
We move on.
Moving on.
Next.
The End.
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No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
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~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
~~~
Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
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The F.B.I. is our only hope.
~~~
Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
~~~
Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
The Most Dangerous
Time
In Any Woman’s Life,
Is Right Before
A
Woman
Leaves
Any
Relationship
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
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*) Day #2
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #25 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #19 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #90 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Thursday, June 15, 2017
“An old man in the house is
a burden; but an old woman in the house is a treasure.”
“The ignorant think less
clearly as they age; the wise more clearly as they grow older.”
“Just because I’m old, do
not forget me, do not neglect me.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Nominal (in name only, not in fact)
He is only the nominal president.
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valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
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De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
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communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
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No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
---
J.F.K.
~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
~~~
Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
~~~
The F.B.I. is our only hope.
~~~
Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
~~~
Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
The Most Dangerous
Time
In Any Woman’s Life,
Is Right Before
A
Woman
Leaves
Any
Relationship
~~~
Relationships vs.
Happiness
In America
all anybody ever cares about is
money.
Money, money,
money is the only thing on Americans’ minds.
Americans
tend to be “shallow” and “mean spirited” about money, anyway.
Nonetheless,
Americans are “poor” and don’t have anything.
If anything
Americans have debt and nothing else.
We live on
eighty thousand ($80,000) per annual income and we’re “poor.”
We don’t
have any money or cash.
We’re what
is considered “cash poor.”
Even eighty
thousand ($80,000) per annual income salary barely gets anybody by in an
economy in which only the elites of Washington D.C. get to eat while the rest
of 80% of America meagerly gets by from paycheck to paycheck and are constantly
worried about money or medical bills or increase of health care costs in
America rather than free nationalistic health care.
Money
changes people.
Money makes
objects out of people.
Money makes
people into objects.
There’s no
savings.
There’s no
retirement.
There’re no
stocks.
There’re no
investments.
There’s
nothing in our bank account.
Our bank
account is empty and it’s not because of
me.
For the
past eleven years of marriage I’ve meagerly run our household on $38,000 per
yearly annual household budget.
Therefore, where’s our money gone?
My current
legal partner doesn’t know and neither do I?
My current
legal partner admits I cost nothing to live on. Thank you.
Personally I
think eighty grand is a whole lot of money.
We ought to
be rich and well settled, however.
The reality
is quite different.
We live in
a modest suburb of the Twin Cities.
August 2012,
we purchased our bank reprocessed home for $67,900 and pay $680.00 on monthly
mortgage payments.
We make $250.00
monthly car payments.
We don’t
ever go out to restaurants, or movies, or dancing, or anything except for my
current legal partner’s weekly lunches and weekly breakfast meetings with his
best female friend of 20 years.
For most of
eleven years, we haven’t had ‘cash on hand’ thus we stay at home and stare at
the backyard which is great how we don’t spend any money other than on our Homesteaded
property and definite “humble abode” since there’s no money to be had, we’ve
made the best of life with the very little we have.
Yes, I’m
indeed a “cheap date” and hardly cost anything to live on since money isn’t the
end all means all.
For eleven
years, I’ve cut my own hair and haven’t ever had my nails or toes painted or done
or gone on a vacation since April 2010 and I do purchase our clothes from
online designer outlet.
In my
defense, I’ve done nothing except uplift the spirits of my current legal
partner while my current legal partner squandered away our money as both he and
his first wife squandered away their money in their 16 year marriage which I’ve
paid off their debts and put the first wife through her undergraduate degree
while my current legal partner refused to allow for me to go back to school to
get my PhD for the past eleven years of debate and communication struggles
between us.
Finally, as
of this morning I found out exactly how “poor” we are which is “poor.”
We have
$25.00 to our name on a 20% line of credit my legal partner took out in the
year 2000 and has only paid off $2,000 within the last eleven years of marriage
since December 2006 when he moved into my two bedroom apartment against all
reason and logic.
Personally,
after the loss of four fortunes I don’t care about money since money has only
brought me misery and pain and hurt.
Not once
has money ever made me happy.
The more
money one acquires then the more responsibility one must bestow to one’s
country and nation and family and friends and neighbors and charity and
contribution and donation.
This
morning both my current legal partner and I had absolutely no money to pay the
dog groomer’s $38.00.
We went to
the bank and took out $25.00 from a 20% line of credit my current legal partner
kept from me through eleven years of marriage and all he had to his name was
$50.00 in cash from the 20% “secret” line of credit thus we took out $25.00 in
cash on 20% line of credit. We had another $20.00 in cash we found and paid the
groomers.
Sigh.
Breathe.
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Lies
My current
legal partner continually tells me the reason why we don’t have any money is because of me, however.
For the
past eleven years of our marriage I’ve lived frugally and haven’t ever received
one piece of jewelry or gone on any trips or vacations other than to the
In-Laws’ farm for which I did clean for the In-Laws every other weekend for eight
straight years and helped bathe and kindly and tenderly looked after eighty
year olds who are now 90 and the meanest and most bitter people on planet Earth.
For a
decade, I almost and nearly literally killed myself pleasing my current legal
partner and his rude and condescending and mean spirited bitter family of
In-Laws who truly weren’t kind to me through eleven years of marriage and as of
April 2016, my In-Law’s have in-person apologized to me. I’ve accepted their
apologies and forever forgive.
No, our
money isn’t gone because of me since
for the past eleven years I’ve wanted a joint shared account with my current
legal partner and the joint shared checking account didn’t ever materialize
thus next.
Our money
is gone however, not because of me
rather my current legal partner made overall bad economic decisions about money
unbeknownst to me as his wife of eleven years thus here I am today neither with
anything to call my own nor “a pot to piss in.”
Yes, I do accept
facts, however. I’m not able to accept lies, not even silent ones. I’m much,
too, discerning for melodrama. Usually, I’m a quiet person and live and let
live no matter how loud the Italians may shout or gesticulate in front of my
face.
The truth is: for the past eleven years
my current legal partner withheld vital financial information about our
finances by not allowing me to acquire a duo joint checking bank account which I’ve
asked for both a joint checking bank account and a divorce and to reiterate
none have ever materialized in eleven years of marriage.
Finally I’m
not disappointed.
It’s only
money after all.
At least,
our divorce isn’t anything personal about the other.
There’s no
“disappointment” or “shame” or “guilt” in not having any money since Americans
don’t have any money either. I haven’t had any of my own money in ten years
even though I was fired in September, 2007 in order to save my current legal
partner’s posh corporate job as for an
entire year I refused to cooperate in “corporate espionage” against my co-workers
in the video department thus the men’s jobs were saved only my career was
stolen from me. Not okay.
Yes, I do
accept the past. I wasn’t fired because
I wasn’t an awesome worker or employee or co-worker. No. I was fired because I made a difficult decision and wouldn’t “corporate spy” on any
employees. Period.
Yes, I made
the difficult choice. I stood by my moral decision.
Today, I
would still make the same moral decision as I did the first week of August of
2006 since I started my professional communications broadcast engineering
position when asked to “corporate spy” by a judge court order found embezzler accountant
who wrote and signed the checks which is highly illegal and badly frowned upon
in current modern business.
My current
legal partner will be fine since he’s the one who makes bank and brings home
bacon while I literally have nothing to my name. Not okay.
However,
I’m glad the lying is done.
After
eleven years of financial lies, my current legal partner has absolutely nothing
to say to me except continually apologizes which I forgive him for the continuous
financial lies and the inability to understand a marriage takes two to dance
the Tango.
Since we
don’t have any money or investments or savings or retirement or stocks or bonds
then I’d like to be set free of this eleven year financial disaster of a marriage
gone awry in the year 2016.
Might I now
go on my merry way and begin to make my own money since I haven’t had any money
for the past ten years of this relationship?
Yes, I must
always ask my current legal partner for either the ATM card or for cash to be
drawn out. Ha. Why not make a woman feel like a child. Ha.
The entire
time I thought I was the problem, only,
to discover the problem is my current legal partner’s economic problem he hid
from me. Okay. Fair enough.
Lighten the
load and let go.
In 2012, I
send all of my friends away and made sure I made a mess of our difficult
miscommunication rather than have my current legal partner emotionally hurt my
previous friends of ten years. I decided to directly hurt my at-the-time
alcoholic friends instead thus the hurt would be easier to deliver upon my
friends than if the hurt had come straight from my current legal partner.
My current
legal partner will continue to make eighty grand per year while I’ll start anew
with nothing and from scratch. Okay.
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Money doesn’t make one
happy
Nothing in
this world will ever make one happy other than the self.
The self is
the most important connection to the soul and the spirit and not money.
Without
being selfish, one must acknowledge the self is only one compared to the many
others with selves and identities and personalities and goodwill and abilities
and talents well developed and capabilities.
Respect is
the most important aspect to life.
Love is
secondary to respect.
Love is an
emotional chemical mixture of compounds.
Respect is social
civilized law.
Respect is
mutual admiration and adoration for another as a platonic humanitarian human.
When
there’s no respect in any marriage then there’s nothing.
When
there’s love in a marriage, however, no respect then there’s nothing left to be
said or to be done.
Love is
fleeting, however.
Respect is
for a lifetime.
Respect is to not ever call another any personal
derogatory names.
Respect is to not ever challenge another to
competition unless competition is done on the track field or in physical form
rather than gossip or personal agendas or character assassination or
liabilities or sanctimonious religious ideals sold over television morning
shows.
Respect is to not ever get in the way of others’
lives, their choices and decisions and situations.
Respect is
the ability to assess situations and know when to be silent and when to speak
up in order to tell the truth and nothing except the truth as events occurred
and at what time, where, and when and how and possibly why then take full
responsibility for the sake of miscommunication gone awry in on-going grievous situations
between private parties involved.
Respect is
the ability to set another free.
Respect is
the ability to allow another the freedom to hold onto their steadfast believes
and thoughts and ideas and opinions without persecution or persuasion or
manipulation or hiding the truth from the other.
Respect
isn’t to place one above another.
Respect is “to
always have the best interest at heart for the other.”
Respect
isn’t romantic. No.
Love is
romantic. Yes.
Respect is
a set of social moral rules and ethical codes and values by which all
civilization must abide by.
Respect any
individual since human life in mainly all suffering.
Respect
isn’t confusion.
Respect
isn’t power.
Respect
isn’t control.
Respect
isn’t lies.
Respect
isn’t skewed misinformation.
Respect
isn’t undisclosed information.
Respect
isn’t omitted lies.
Respect is
the truth and nothing except the truth to oneself and to others otherwise
respect isn’t respect.
Otherwise,
respect is then a disillusioned and convoluted type of miscommunication between
private parties to favor one side and not the other especially to favor the
side with least developed personality since smarts is by far more alert and
wise and with sharper wit and ability to assess rather than to barge in and
assume the entire world revolves around the one self.
Respect is
gained.
Respect is calculated
action without being reckless.
Love is
words.
Love is
carnage.
Love is
instant gratification.
Respect is
lifetime guaranteed.
Respect is
to listen to others have their say then make decisions and choices for oneself.
Love is
love.
Love is
nothing if there’s no respect involved.
Love is
beauty rather than respectfully written in stone.
Beauty
disappears with time…
Love comes
and goes.
Respect
stays put.
Love is
mainly physical.
Respect is
intellectual.
Love is
mainly chemical chemistry.
Respect is
a set of social intellectual rules and ethical laws set in stone towards the
continuation of civilization and forward and onward let’s go.
Respect has
nothing to do with money.
Respect has
to do with upbringing.
Respect is
all.
No, love isn’t all I need. I need respect. I
need a sense of my own self sovereignty. I need a sense of independence. I need
quiet time to think. I need close friends who already know me. I need not to
have to ever over explain myself.
Indeed, I
need to be alone amongst safe people who will give me quiet time to think
without constantly being convinced I don’t know my own mind or without being
thrown out into the streets like a rat to march to any women’s homeless shelter
or to leave here with only a backpack and no way to survive.
Indeed, I
require.
Indeed, I require
respect from free legal counsel.
Indeed, I need
respect.
No, I’m not
some old hag.
Yes, I’m me
and vibrant after all these eleven years of struggle.
Yes, no one
will ever tell me I’m old therefore to be discarded.
Mainly, I
hold the secrets to the universe as does anyone else.
Mainly, I’m
no longer afraid.
Mainly, I
hold all of the power and no money. Ha...LOL…
Life’s
pretty funny.
If one
isn’t crying then one’s laughing all the way to the bank.
Well, I
laughed all the way to the bank this morning and left in fits of laughter since
life’s curve balls sure are marvelous and adventurous and at times strenuous.
One aspect of life is for certain: I’ll
always look to love to guide me since love is mostly all, however, not “everything.”
No, now is
not the time to weep since I’ve wept enough over the past eleven years of legal
marriage.
Now is a
time to rejoice since the struggle is over and finally done.
Now is a
time for action and logistics.
Now is a
time for freedom.
Americans
have always held steadfast to freedom.
No one’s
ever going to take away Americans’ freedom: not marriage as a corrupt
institution, not Congress as Wall Street’s gambling casino, not psychological abuse
and definitely not through 17 years of another war in dusty Middle East.
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No, I’m not an
alcoholic
(Although, two
Saturdays ago,
I did get drunk and
loud
on 3 martinis and 2
long island ice teas
for the very first
time in 11 years)
It was awesome.
No, I’m not a drug
addict
No, I’m not any type
of drug dealer
Yes, I’m a cigarette
smoker
(American Spirits,
Blues)
Yes, I’m an avid
coffee drinker
Yes, I’m addicted to
colorful socks
Yes, I’m addicted to
20MG of Escitalopram
Recent Developments
Well, on my end: there’s absolutely not
one single multi-million dollar investor ever since December 31st,
2014 when we dissolved our film company “Taviette Film Productions.” Sigh.
Now the
multi-million dollar investors are solely my current legal partner’s investors
and not mine.
There’s no
retirement.
There’re no
stocks or bonds or CDs.
There’s
nothing.
Our bank
account is wiped clean.
Our bank
account is more or less the same as the national treasury if one were to go and
open up the vault to the national treasury then one would discover the truth
about how the national treasury vault is empty and not because I write this, simply because
it’s a fact of life.
Well, my
current legal partner came to me homeless at the age of 42 in December of 2006
ready to move into my 2-bedroom flat in uptown, Minneapolis, MN while I was 28
years of life, after, at length we both spoke and debated and exhausted each
other to no end and fought for him not to move in while I worked for corporate
America as a communications broadcast engineer (August 2006-present.)
Well, my
current legal partner came to me homeless at the age of 42 in December of 2006
ready to move into my 2-bedroom flat in uptown, Minneapolis, MN while I was 28
years of life, after at length we both spoke and debated and exhausted each
other to no end and fought for him not to move in while he came into the
relationship with about one hundred thousand dollars in credit card debt and
now we have nothing to account for after eleven years of marriage. Okay. I
accept it.
For the
past eleven years, we’ve both brought in $160,000 per annual income. Or, at least I thought we did with
private multi-millionaire investors which are no longer my multi-million dollar
investors. Okay. I accept it.
We married
April 2009.
Since
September 2009 I’ve stayed home and worked part-time 20 hours per week keeping
a home going and chores done and supporting my current legal spouse through 11
years of financial omitted lies as well as part-time I’ve written a private online
blog/personal diary since May 2010 as part of my on-going mid-career level professional
career work. I can accept it.
In April of
2016, my Mother-In-Law told me I was a “sucker.”
She was
right. I’m indeed a “sucker.”
After six
years without a vacation: I’m definitely a “sucker.”
As of June
2016, my current legal partner’s begun to call me a “stoner” and I don’t know
what a “stoner” means except I refuse to give up the daily dosage of 20MG of
“Escitalopram” for fake-pregnancy hormones and non-cancerous uterine fibroid
tumors and non-cancerous thyroid tumors which for the past two years I’ve walked
into walls and bumped into doors and doorways and furniture and also burned myself
on the stove since I’m not able to make much sense out of spatial relations or
distance since my prescription glasses are from March 2013 (correction on year.)
No, we
don’t ever have any money or cash on hand.
For example; for the first time in
eleven years as of January 2017 finally I now own more than 3 pairs of socks at
once. I’ve gone eleven years on only three pairs of socks. It’s not okay.
In eleven
years of marriage I’ve gone without anything since there’s not ever any money
or cash.
Today I
found out for certain and as a matter of fact there’s no money since I personally
went to the bank teller window with my current legal partner and discovered the
ultimate sheer mockery made out of me for the past eleven years of an
economically deceitful marriage.
Finally, “I’m
out” from under the lies and deceit and pressure to do all of the domestic
housework for someone who knows nothing about putting away dishes or make the
bed or change sheets or do laundry or cook or anything other than wish his
relatives were dead then he may pay off his credit card debt (correction.)
For eleven
years my current legal partner’s told me he can’t wait for his older family
members to die thus he may pay off some of his personal debt.
Nevertheless,
I think the thought, too, cruel to wish anyone dead to pay off debts.
This
particular remark has left me cold and chilled to the bone.
No, I don’t
believe in the death or murder of anyone in order to pay off the last $10,000
(ten-thousand dollars) of my student loan I deferred for six years in order for
my current legal partner to pay off his first wife’s credit card’s
undergraduate debt.
My only monthly
bill payments for the past four years since we moved to a Twin Cities’ suburb
in August of 2012 has been one bill from the Department of Education for
$120.00 of monthly payment installments.
No, I’m no
“stoner.”
Although, I
do have to look up the word “stoner” since I have no clue what the word
“stoner” means by definition.
Two years
ago, the idea for me to be prescribed 20MG of Escitalopram was my current legal
partner’s idea thus here we are today.
Now I’m
addicted to one daily dosage of 20MG of Escitalopram and I still do require and
want a divorce after eleven years of consideration and asking to be granted a
divorce.
Finally,
last Friday night my current legal partner granted me a divorce after eleven
years for which I’ve asked to be granted a divorce.
Yes, I’m addicted
to 20MG of Escitalopram.
Indeed, I’m
addicted to 20MG of Escitalopram.
How am I not to be addicted to 20MG of
Escitalopram?
In my
humble opinion Escitalopram is speed.
Word Count: 1,037
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 3,000
Word Count: 3,668
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 6,000
This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,302 + 3,668 = 4,970
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #1
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #25 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #19 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #90 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
“The man who intends to lie
seeks witnesses from a far.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Allay (to quiet down, pacify, calm)
Now that I’m here you can allay your fears.
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book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including
social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also
valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
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page.
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No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
---
J.F.K.
~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
~~~
Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
~~~
The F.B.I. is our only hope.
~~~
Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
~~~
Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
The Most Dangerous
Time
In Any Woman’s Life,
Is Right Before
A
Woman
Leaves
Any
Relationship
~~~
No Blog
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 1,000 private journals
Word Count:
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 6,000
This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,302
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #3
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #3
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #25 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #19 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #90 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
“To some men lying is a
profession.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Bathos (sudden descent from the sublime to the
ridiculous)
His book lost its seriousness by the recurrence of bathos.
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A
book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including
social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also
valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this
page.
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~~~
No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
---
J.F.K.
~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
~~~
Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
~~~
The F.B.I. is our only hope.
~~~
Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
~~~
Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
The Most Dangerous
Time
In Any Woman’s Life,
Is Right Before
A
Woman
Leaves
Any
Relationship
~~~
No Blog
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals
Word Count:
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 6,000
This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,302
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #2
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #2
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #25 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #19 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #90 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Monday, June 12, 2017
“If everyone says so,
believe them.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Ephemeral (transient, lasting a short time)
In the light of the ages, life is ephemeral.
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A
book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including
social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also
valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this
page.
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--- --- ---
~~~
No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
--- J.F.K.
~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
~~~
Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
~~~
The F.B.I. is our only hope.
~~~
Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
~~~
Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
The Most Dangerous
Time
In Any Woman’s Life,
Is Right Before
A
Woman
Leaves
Any
Relationship
~~~
Recent Developments
Friday Night
No, I don’t
care about any amount of money.
All
I care about is my freedom.
Yes,
on Friday night my current legal partner apologized to me for lying to me all
these 11 years about what he’s been doing or not doing with our finances while
the entire 11 years I’ve asked for a divorce as well as asked to have a joint
shared bank account and he’s said no to both.
Well,
on Friday night I learned my current legal partner came into the relationship
with what he’s continually called a “business loan” rather I now know he’s had
a “line of credit” all this time and not a “business loan” which changes a lot
of the information previously received in a pack of lies.
In this
marriage, I completely paid off my now dissolved film company (December 31st,
2014) “Taviette Film Productions’” literal “business loan” payments.
No, I
shan’t ever make another business loan payment for as long as I live. It was a
complete waste of my time, energy and labor.
Yes, I
learned my lesson the first time round.
Yes, I paid
off eight thousand dollars ($8,000) and move on, 2002-2016. It was a wash.
The literal
film company “business loan” was a loss.
For many
years, the “business loan” set me behind in life.
For seven
years, as a single woman I made (2002-2009) my own “business loan” payments.
My current
legal partner tells me he took out $11,000 for a now dissolved corporation
company (December 31st, 2014) with an open “line of credit” which is
still owed nine thousand dollars ($9,000) on a “line of credit” we’ve paid off
for eleven straight years at 20%.
Let’s do
some fun math:
$11,000 X’s
20% = $24,000
$300 X’s 12
months = $3,600
$3,600 X’s
11 years = $39,600
$39,000 -
$24,000 = $15,000
Okay, well,
it is peanuts in comparison, however.
Why aren’t we ever done paying off his
“secret” line of credit after eleven years of marriage?
After refusing to tell me about his “secret”
line of credit or even so much as allowed to show me the line of credit then
why isn’t it paid off?
Where is $39,600 - $11,000 = $28,600 dollars
for us to go on our second vacation in six years?
How come we still owe this “secret” line of
credit $9,000 dollars since we pay $300.00 into it each month for eleven years?
For eleven
years we’ve paid a total of $39,600 dollars into a previous opened line of
credit and there now ought to be $28,000 (twenty-eight thousand dollars) in
reserves and surplus.
My current
legal partner makes $80,000 per yearly annual income.
We live on
$38,000 per annual household spending thus after taxes, let’s say we have
$50,000 to live on - $38,000 we actually do live on = $12,000 surplus each
year.
Thus where has $12,000 per annual surplus
X’s 11 years = 132,000 (one hundred and thirty-two thousand dollars) gone?
My current
legal partner says he took out a “line of credit” in the year 2000 before he
moved in with me on December 2006 and the total “line of credit” was initially
owed $11,000 dollars as far as I know on December 2006 still yet as of today
the line of credit has yet to be paid $9,000 after eleven years of paying
$300.00 dollars per monthly payments out of our pockets.
$2,000
dollars is the only money paid back to the initial $11,000 line of credit in
eleven years.
At this
rate it will take us: 11 years to pay off another $2,000 dollars and another 11
years to pay off another $2,000 and another 11 years to pay off another $2,000
and another 11 years to pay off another $2,000 and 6 years to pay off $1,000.
Does this
mean for 50 years we’ll pay off $9,000 dollars at the rate of $2,000 per each
11 years?
No, I
didn’t sign up for this “secret” line of credit. NO.
However, in
11 years we’ve paid $39,600 on a total of $11,000 line of credit. Why aren’t we done paying it off then?
Why?
Where are our monthly payments gone towards?
What?
The math
doesn’t add up.
My current
legal partner takes me for a chump and I am.
Since
December 2006, we’ve lived on $38,000 per annual household spending per yearly
costs except 2016 we lived on $50,000 per household spending thus we live
frugally which I love a frugal and materialistic-free lifestyle as a minimalist
who refuses to contribute to anymore garbage into the Oceans.
My current
legal partner makes $80,000 per year. Okay.
Then how
come we’re “poor” as my legal partner disclosed to me on Friday night.
We have
absolutely nothing.
Why?
How come?
“Show me
the money.”
Have we
made 1st wife “spousal support” payments for the past eleven years
of marriage without me knowing it? No.
Have I not
known anything about this since I haven’t ever read or seen my current legal
partner’s divorce papers to his first wife? No.
My current
legal partner says he needs extra money for us to live on which is a complete
lie.
We have a
$2,500 total line of credit per yearly travel credit card.
None of it
makes sense.
The entire
eleven years my current legal partner refused to lift a finger around our
property only to discover my current legal partner most likely has some
inappropriate line of credit someplace in which only $2,000 dollars has been
paid off in eleven years of marriage of $300.00 worth of monthly payments from
the initial $11,000 line of credit. I’ve been taken for a complete ride.
What a wild
ride.
My current
legal partner will have much to explain to the courts. I don’t know. I don’t
know what my current legal partner does with any of our money. I have no idea.
I don’t care. I want out. I’ve wanted out for eleven years.
My current
legal partner came to me homeless and now I go out homeless. Not okay.
Wow, my
current legal partner did exactly to me what his first wife of 16 years did to
him when he came to me with absolutely nothing. Whatever.
Since the start of our relationship my
current legal partner’s solution is: If I were to leave this relationship
then I’m to go straight to a women’s homeless shelter yet I do all of the
housework and property work and part-time write since I’ve been home fulltime
since September 2009.
How come
I’ve been the one to be continuously threatened to get kicked out of my home
for which I offered my initial two bedroom flat to my current legal partner in
goodwill back in December 2006 and by October 2008 he laid out the ultimatums
to either do all of the housework or get thrown out on the streets and go
homeless after I gave up my corporate career in September 2007 in order to save
the corporate career of my current legal partner.
Personally,
I think my current legal partner has always secretly hated me a little
otherwise our love wouldn’t be this mean spirited and hateful.
The only
question I have is I do wonder how our accountants allowed for this to happen.
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
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Word Count: 1,302
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 6,000
This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,302
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #1
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #25 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #19 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #90 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Friday, June 9, 2017
“The new may be true, but
the old is gold.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Enunciation (clear pronunciation)
It was his enunciation of the words that won the
prize.
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social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also
valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
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No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
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~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
~~~
Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
~~~
The F.B.I. is our only hope.
~~~
Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
~~~
Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
The Most Dangerous
Time
In Any Woman’s Life,
Is Right Before
A
Woman
Leaves
Any
Relationship
NO, I don’t
believe in any type of murder. Silly.
No, I
shan’t neither utilize any type of physical violent hand against my current
legal partner nor have I ever beaten or brutalized my current legal partner,
nor, he, against I. No.
Yes, my
current legal partner is 6’0’ and weighs 255 pounds while I’m 5’3” and 145
pounds.
Yes, if my current legal partner chose and
decided to then he could eat me alive
and I would have nothing to say about it and he’d potentially kill me and he’d
go to jail and I’d be dead. Yes.
These are the facts of life.
Thus we’ll
keep domestic life civil and Halal and kosher and kind and smart and
intelligent and respectfully non-romantic during our last summer together until
Friday, September 1, 2017.
Yes, I’ve
said cruel and terrible words to my current legal partner. Fair enough.
Yes, my
current legal partner has indeed spoken and said cruel and terrible words to
me. Fair enough.
Yes, we’ve
forgiven each other. Moving on. Next.
Yes, the
damage’s already been done and the trauma is now long gone and forgotten and
forgiven forever.
~~~
Current Legal Partner
Yes, my
current legal partner is a good man.
Yes, my
current legal partner is a “gentle giant.”
No, my
current legal partner hasn’t ever hit me. No.
Yes, my
current legal partner is handsome and kind and intelligent and smart.
Yes, my current
legal partner is an anatomically correct man.
No, my
current legal partner doesn’t watch any pornography.
(Awesome
and sexy.)
Yes, my
current legal partner is gorgeous.
Yes, my
current legal partner is successful.
Yes, my
current legal partner is extremely sensitive.
Yes, my
current legal partner loves his side of his family.
Yes, my
current legal partner is a private legal Citizen of the United States of
America.
Yes, my
current legal partner is a mature adult man.
Yes, my
current legal partner is a dedicated family man.
Yes, my
current legal partner is an extreme television enthusiast watcher.
Yes, my
current legal partner is a stay-at-home body.
Yes, my
current legal partner and I lost one fortune and regained all of our lost
investments within ten years since 2007-2017.
Yes, my
third lost fortune was with my current legal partner.
Yes, my
fourth accumulated fortune was regained with my current legal partner.
Yes, my
fifth fortune will be rebuilt.
We’ll think
about how to rebuild a common wealth fortune later.
~~~
A Woman in the World
Yes, I hold
assets.
No, assets
aren’t “cash on the barrel head.”
Assets take
time to turn into cash.
Yes, at
this moment I have $59.50 to my name.
Yes, my
girlfriends tell me to go to a woman’s homeless shelter until this entire ordeal
is over.
If I must I
will then.
(Our peeps
know exactly my 20, 24/7.)
Today, I
was advised divorce comes down to numbers and divided assets. Okay.
Get excellent
free representation since I have no money to my name.
Tonight,
I’ll purchase a pack of cigarettes when we feast at sundown for Ramadan along
with our Muslim neighbors who for two years check in with me each and every
single day of the week.
No, for
eleven years I haven’t ever known or seen any of our passwords held by my legal
partner’s either bank accounts or bills or how our money is kept or managed. I
don’t know. (I know, I know. Feminist theory.)
For all I
know there’s absolutely no money at all. It’s always a possibility.
Yes, for
eleven years I’ve asked my current legal partner to please open up a joint shared
bank account with me and to this day my legal partner drags his feet each week
and says no.
Yes, once in
January 2017, I did actually glanced over my current legal partner’s checking account
for the first time in eleven years I realized...
Yes, my
legal partner also knows if we don’t acquire a shared joint checking account by
December 2017 then this is all a futile exercise since I’d like to walk out of
this marriage by no later than September 1, 2017 and with my life intact.
Yes, each
year for eleven years I’ve asked for a divorce from the same legal partner who
refuses me a divorce.
No, I don’t
have any accessibility to my legal partner’s checking account or any other assets
or anything for such matter. Not at the moment, anyway.
The
checking account hasn’t ever held my married legal name.
Yes, this
afternoon I’ve been advised to seek out free legal counsel.
No, I’m not
a legal expert.
Yes, I have
absolutely no money. I’m okay with it.
Yes, I’ll
have to research free legal counsel for American housewife women citizens who
have absolutely no money to their name yet sacrificed eleven years of a
corporate career as well as paid off mostly hundreds of thousands of dollars in
credit card debt which belonged to my current legal partner’s first wife of
sixteen years except for the last nine thousand dollars ($9,000) yet required
to be solely legally paid by my current legal partner.
Each year I
continue to ask my current legal partner when we’d be done making payments to
his previous “business loan” (which is a complete lie) since it’s a “line of
credit” debt (which I found out is actually a line of credit and not any actual
“credit card debt” nor a “business loan” neither since there’s not ever been a
“business loan.”)
My current legal
partner’s been lying to me for eleven straight years about paying into a
“business loan” which is a nonexistent “business loan” since there’s not ever
been a “business loan” to pay back rather an already established “line of
credit” from his previous sixteen year marriage which now I don’t know if any
type of “line of credit” actually and factually exists or if we’ve been paying
into “spousal support” from my legal partner’s previous sixteen year marriage
since anything is now up to debate and consideration in what’s the truth and
what isn’t. The courts will decide.
Each month, for eleven years, my
current legal partner sets aside $300.00 (correction on the mathematics) X’s 12
months = $3,600 per year X’s 11 years = $39,600 (correction on the mathematics)
on a “line of credit” my legal partner acquired in the year 2000 before we wed April
2009 and ever since and before then my
current legal partner refused for eleven straight years to allow me to look
over any of our accounts since my legal partner admits to me his been lying to
me for eleven years and we’re poor.
My legal
partner’s former corporation is now dissolved and the company hasn’t existed
since December 31, 2014.
Continually
over the course of the last decade I’ve asked my current legal partner when
we’ll be done paying off his line of credit?
When will
we be done paying off his first wife’s undergraduate credit card debt which
isn’t a “business loan.”
Finally,
this past Friday I found out the truth and we pay into a “line of credit” and I
do wonder for what and/or for whom.
We don’t
ever seem to be near done making his “business loan” payments since there isn’t
any “business loan” payments to make since it’s a lie, there’s no “business
loan.”
We don’t
ever seem to be near done making his previous sixteen year marriage’s
undergraduate “credit card debt” disappear as far as monthly payments are
concerned since there isn’t any “credit card debt” because there never was except there would require for financial
records to be made evident in a court of law otherwise money has been either saved
away or buried at the farm or required to pay in previous “spousal support” while
I have absolutely no money to my name. Not okay.
No, I
absolutely don’t seek the economic support of any man or woman much less my adopted
father or mother.
Yes, my
parents and I are in good terms. We talk in person or over the phone or over
email or over handwritten letters.
Yes, my adopted
mother is actually going to stay with me for a few days after the recovery of
my third surgery in mid-July 2017.
Yes, in
December of 2003 I went homeless for one night.
It was
terrible.
Yes, from
the ages of 24-27 I starved in Duluth, MN.
16 hour
work days on very little food is nearly impossible to concentrate…It was
terrible.
No, no
amount of money will make one happy. No.
Yes, it’s
best to be happy with little than unhappy with a lot.
Money
doesn’t mean anything.
Love is
great. Respect is all.
Money comes
and goes.
Yes, I’m
finally at peace with my eleven year decision.
Yes, I’ve
made my final decision to live for me.
~~~
I don’t know.
Yes, for
the first time in eleven years, on Wednesday, June 7, 2017, in front of our
neighbor, my legal partner, twice, threatened to throw me down the backyard hill
and kill me. Not okay. I’m not laughing. It’s not funny.
Yes, as
long as I stay married to my current legal partner then I’m legally permitted
to make use of my legal partner’s first and last name otherwise I’ll most
likely end up with a “defamation” lawsuit if we were ever to get divorced. Not
okay, either.
Yes, my
legal partner has granted me verbal permission to make use of his first and
last name so long as we’re married otherwise. Nothing. I get to walk away with
my life intact. Period.
This summer
2017 I must go through seven years of writing and take out the first and last
name of my current legal partner to save myself from a defamation lawsuit which
I refuse to deal with once our divorce is final unless my legal partner first shows
me the money.
This
Monday, my legal partner’s mother was given two months to live.
After eight
years of cleaning and taking care of and helped shower and dress and helped
take care of an eighty to ninety year old cruel and bitter woman then my
current legal partner may now take it from here since my current legal partner
mostly wasted my time with tedious cleaning and taking care of his elders on
his side of the family while I haven’t seen my family in about three years.
Yes, there’re
people all over the world who know my 20 (location) and know when I go offline
each night.
~~~
Minnesota is a 50/50
State
No, I don’t
know why my present legal partner always makes the threat I ought to go
homeless when he came to me homeless and in hundreds of thousands of dollars in
debt from his first 16 year marriage.
The threat
is quite exhaustive and tiresome.
Women are “second
class citizens.”
Women of
color are “third class citizens.”
Today, I
feel happier than I have in eleven years of marriage.
No, I’m
hardly ever confused about anything.
Yes, I
always know what needs to be done.
However, I
freeze and don’t move or do anything about anything except stand still to
consider my options, however.
NO, I don’t
ever run out of options, however.
Yes, I do
seem to run out of courage.
One isn’t
ever out of options or choices.
One’s right
is to be happy in life.
No one’s
ever going to make another happy.
To each
their own.
Only
individuals make themselves happy.
Through
eleven years of marriage I’ve been most unhappy.
Yes, my
current legal partner is aware and has a real clear picture and clue exactly
how unhappy I’ve been.
Yes, to
love someone is to let them go and set them free.
~~~
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
My current
legal partner will not ever again threaten to kill me.
My current
legal partner will treat me with respect and shower me with gifts and get me a
glass of water whenever I want a glass of water or even if I were even as much
as to ask for a glass of water and not even glance at it or drink it.
Well, I
laughed real hard.
At least, I
now know I’m not the problem.
At least, I
now know the problem and struggle lay with my current legal partner and his past
and future finances.
My current
legal partner says he doesn’t know what’s happened to the money we’ve paid
$300.00 into each month for the past eleven years in a total of $39,600.
Ha, I bet I
can guess since I’ve kept hand written ledgers of our finances for the past
eleven years thus I know exactly how much we pay to meager bills and how much
we frugally live on.
For a while
I thought I was going insane and
wondered why we didn’t ever get ahead or save as much as I thought we ought to
since I don’t cost anything.
From now on
my current legal partner will grant me “spousal support” until this is all very
well and over.
Finally,
I’m relieved to know it’s not me.
This entire
time I’ve been killing myself as a good and dutiful wife.
Ha, for the
past eleven years, my current legal partner’s been cheating on me with our
finances. Okay. I move on.
Yes, I
leave it up to the courts.
The courts
can have fun with my current legal partner since I’ve been unhappily married
through eleven years of marriage and have wanted a divorce for eleven years.
Ha!
Lol…
At least,
it’s not me.
It’s not
me!
It’s not
me!
Yes! I’m
free from under a lie which isn’t even mine.
Freedom at
last.
Freedom at
last.
Now it all
makes sense. Okay. I get to walk out whenever I well please without anyone
threatening to kill me or murder me over pittance.
Our life
insurance is one-hundred and fifty thousand.
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
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Word Count: 2,416
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 8,000
This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,629 + 4,801 = 6,430 + 2,416
= 8,846
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #1
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #24 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #18 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #89 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Thursday, June 8, 2017
“Fortunate are those who
enjoy old age.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Impious (irreverent, without piety, wicked)
His impious utterances shocked all who heard them.
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book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including
social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also
valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
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No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
---
J.F.K.
~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
~~~
Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
~~~
The F.B.I. is our only hope.
~~~
Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
~~~
Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
No Blog
Indeed, the day did
get away from me.
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
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Word Count:
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 8,000
This Week’s Total Word Count:
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #1
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #24 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #18 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #89 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
“Though old people dye
their hair, the roots remain white.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Incessant (never ceasing, continual)
That incessant noise will drive me mad.
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book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including
social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also
valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
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Comedians, No Holds
Barred
Yes,
comedians hold the ultimate trump card in entertainment and society and
culture.
Yes,
comedians hold carte blanche to say whatever comedians see fit to make strong
pronouncements about modern times and change the angry trajectory of our
overall modern culture and civilization into peaceful measures toward future
progressiveness.
Comedians
may state anything comedians want to say especially the word “nigger” in terms
of any strong historical reference or example from history or in general as a
strong analogy or metaphor as well as
make fun of the present sitting president since “freedom of speech” isn’t free
through 17 years of war in the Middle East.
“Freedom of
speech” is fragile.
“Freedom of
speech” ought to always be robust and passionate and strong and alive and
humanitarian or no go.
Society and
culture at large must hold against the steadfast insanity of “political correctness”
which is a new study ado much about nothing
much less at all anything except for “thin skinned” people who get personally
insulted or personally offended about words which such derogatory words aren’t aimed at anyone in particular much less made personal against any
individual or directed at any one person except as a public statement about
what’s wrong with our undereducated and aggressive culture of ‘thin skinned’
people who haven’t ever read 5,000 books or more therefore Americans don’t truly
understand words much less what words mean in context to other words.
Comedians
hold carte blanche thus comedians may hold up a mirror right up to the face of culture
and society and make amazing and poignant counterpoints about what’s wrong with
our modern racist culture as long as the word “nigger” is utilized in a manner
in which a point is evidently made or an example is set then comedians and
artist and creative professional don’t owe anybody any explanation or apology.
No.
A “house
slave” was a “house nigger.”
Doesn’t anybody know any American black history?
No wonder
modern Americans are insane and perturbed since Americans often miss the point
since Americans are quite uneducated and easily get bothered and hot under their collars.
Yes,
comedians hold “creative license” such as artists and musicians and writers and
such.
No one
tells any comedian how far their material may or may not go. No.
No one ever
asks a professional comedian for an apology otherwise the comedic point is lost
and becomes moot and absurd.
Let’s get
over our collective egos and make use of our “poetic license” amongst
professionals who know what it is professionals do better than any general
public filled with uneducated illiterate fools about words, and the righteous
indignation and ignorance about what the history of words mean, if, anything, thus
we must not forget words are thin air otherwise America is truly in trouble.
What comedians
say is essential towards the progressive and well developed intellectual growth
of America otherwise if only corporate America has a voice and truly treats
economic slaves like “niggers” then the word “nigger” truly doesn’t mean
anything since as contemporary Americans we allow for corporate America to
treat workers as any working body of “niggers” and what bothers Americans the most?
Does economic
imbalance most bother Americans to have any professional comedian utilize the
word “nigger” or to have corporate America treat American citizens and
civilians as “niggers.”
It’s up to
America.
What’s America truly insulted by?
Is it the fact,
“economic” and “racial” slavery is still an
‘actual’ fact of life or Americans don’t actually know what the history of
the word “nigger” means?
Let’s get
over our wounded egos as a country of fools who don’t know any better much less
which policies to truly get behind and support for the benefit of all global
civilization.
Americans
aren’t radical extremists. No.
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~~~
No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
---
J.F.K.
~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
~~~
Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
~~~
The F.B.I. is our only hope.
~~~
Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
~~~
Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
Parental Alienation
The Courts Decide
Not a Matter of
Public Opinion
This past
Friday, a Twin Cities’ musician decided to “character assassinate” one of Duluth,
Minnesota’s musicians for the entire world to read over online social media.
We all
caught a sight of it. Yikes. Breathe.
My heart
went out to the Duluth, Minnesota’s musician who I don’t know at all and haven’t
ever met.
My heart
went out to this Duluth, Minnesota man and father who did get called inappropriate
names and accused as a ‘woman abuser’ when the courts have already proven such
any falsehoods and allegations to be false thus
and therefore the courts already decided against untrue and unfounded
allegations of physical domestic violent abuse between two exes and former
partners as co-parents thus the father is now permitted to parent as he best sees fit for his children whenever the father
were to parent as any mature adult man does.
The ‘dirty laundry’ is out of the cat’s bag
therefore let’s address online social media etiquette for all our healthy
creative and artistic sakes.
The fact is
the Duluth, Minnesota male musician father to his children is granted by the
courts and bestowed a great and awesome significant legal parental fathering role
in the lives of his amazing and beautiful children, as is my guess, since all
children are beautiful even though I don’t personally like to take care of or
look after children.
The courts
decide and the courts decided the Duluth, Minnesota male musician father would
indeed and in fact freely tend to his children as I understand him to be an
involved and respectful and loving “straight edge” father who doesn’t smoke
cigarettes or drinks any alcohol or does any drugs. Wow. What a strong human
being.
(Side note:
I was “straight edge” for many years and it’s a real dedication to a strict
lifestyle as is with being vegan.)
The
bewilderment to read the comments of one irresponsible and unprofessional Twin
Cities’ male musician indeed write atrocious public statements against the true
character of our Duluth, Minnesota’s musician son is profound and obvious the
Twin Cities’ musician was not only cowardly in his speech and manner of tone as
well as unprofessional and willing to sabotage another’s private reputation due
to social media rumors and many untruths which an entire state of artists and
creative types and creative professionals are aware of the here say “she said”
“he said” and untrue allegations of one woman’s falsehoods and lies about the
father of her children and the devaluing of the father’s great worth as a human
being and fatherly role and immense humanity and awesome ability to make great
music and to father well. What more would
anybody ask for?
When I saw
the public statements made I didn’t know what to think except…how painful and
how awful for this Duluth, Minnesota male musician father to be torn apart out
in the open for public consumption and beady little eyeballs to read and enjoy
the mess of it all.
How awful
for any person to have their personal lives ousted and displayed all over
social media. I cringed.
Yes, I
mean, if one were to have personal writings then from scratch design and build any
private website or original platform and make one’s own opinions and truths
known, however.
Not over
online social media is one to hang out the dirty laundry where we all share a “common
space” and love for the art of music and general agape and platonic love for
our Duluth, Minnesota’s sons and their great and awesome responsibilities as mature
adult men of the world and excellent fathers.
From the
very little I know.
From the
very little I gather about the ex-wife or former female partner to the Duluth,
Minnesota’s male musician father is she has an online social media page in
which she’s displays her raw angst and anger and emotions and frustrations and
incorrectly lied about physical violence abuse which didn’t ever factually occur
against her person or body or self.
If social
media users don’t know this by now, then allow for me to be the first one to
set the record straight.
Online
social media isn’t a tool or a platform to air out grievances. No.
Online
social media is to connect to other like minded people or people we’ve actually
met and know from our past.
No, I don’t
have any social media.
Still I
know what goes on social media therefore social media commentary goes far past into
the real world.
Social
media commentary makes itself content which transforms into real world consequences
thus one must be quite careful as to what one writes over online social media
otherwise one’s liable to any type of lawsuit especially when any individual(s)
doesn’t own their own private website.
All and any
content posted over social media belongs to the respective companies and not to
any individual or group of individuals.
If anybody
wants a public spectacle then guess what?
The goal
was set and met since I’m now writing about social media liable words only because the uncalled for and
unprofessional situation and rude online comments did upset a group of Duluth,
Minnesota local musicians since yes, thousands, if, not, then tens of thousands
of artists and creative types and creative professionals throughout the world did
read some mean spirited and uncalled for comments made against the Duluth,
Minnesota’s male musician father and his private business with his ex which
none of us have to read about or know anything about it. Thank you.
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 1,845
Word Count: 1,629
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 8,000
This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,629 + 4,801 = 6,430
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #1
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #24 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #18 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #89 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
“Gray hair is worthless if
the brain is still green.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Incontrovertible (cannot prove wrong, indisputable)
An incontrovertible argument was presented for the
adoption of the resolution.
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book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including
social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also
valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells,
A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass.,
and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
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No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
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J.F.K.
~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
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Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
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The F.B.I. is our only hope.
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Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
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Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
Marriage vs. Divorce
August 2017
Let’s get a few things straight:
For as long as I live, no man or woman
will ever own me, or make a possession out of me, or dehumanize me, or
criticize me, or be any blatant type of racist against the natural color of my skin
pigmentation neither will anyone be against my intelligence nor against my
smarts nor ever be allowed to call me the N-word nor make an unpaid domestic indentured
slave out of me much less waste my time with unpaid hard labor expected of me
which is neither considerate nor fun nor respectful of myself or of my time.
Thank you.
No one will
ever again even as much as begin to
assume or demand or command not one single free chore from me since I’m my own
vessel and mature adult woman and person with a true personality and courage
and ability to think through my decisions and make healthy and wonderful and
amazing choices for myself even though people in my life have demanded
obligations from me to “bend over backwards” to their pressure or will to do
for them what they choose not to do for themselves such as clean and cook and
do chores and fix their properties and fix the roof shingles and clean windows
and mow unless I were to verbally volunteer without pay, one week out of my
summers to organize one space for one legitimate business owner simply and most
likely because I’ve fallen in love
with the space and will choose to volunteer to either organize the space as an art
curator and will step into the space for actual commercial value and sanity to
the owner and productivity and goodwill to their staff.
No, not,
ever, will I volunteer to any cause or charity, not with my own two bare hands,
anyway. No thank you.
We carry
global families on our annual budgets.
Not ever again will I work for free for
anyone unless I actually decide to volunteer which mainly the idea to want to
volunteer would have to be structured organization and fun and laughter and work
off calories without killing oneself in the process.
Not once ever again will I clean for
free unless it’s a tremendous gift to any negative space or building from my
true sweat and heartfelt emotion only because
I’ve actually fallen in love with the building or space and the building or
space as any grandiose metaphor, per se,
either the building or space have fallen back in love with me.
Otherwise,
it’s futile to structurally organize any space or building for which doesn’t
like the person who does the organization in healthy lifestyle choices for
others’ benefit and healthy lifestyle living and work conditions to better
living.
~~~
“Listen to me...”
Current
legal partner and I’ve held screaming matches about the need to break up and
within a year of marriage I continued to ask my current legal partner for a
divorce each week or each month or each every six months for over a decade now.
Current
legal partner and I married on April 17, 2009.
On our
first wedding anniversary we had our first and only miscarriage. It was my
first and only pregnancy.
The week of
April 17, 2010 the doctors at Walt Disney’s hospital confirmed our first and
only miscarriage through an ultrasound test which current legal partner was a
witness to the test and present in the room.
Yes, ever since
the first month current legal partner moved in with me and into my two bedroom
flat in Uptown, Minneapolis, MN in December of 2006, I’ve wanted for us to
break up.
Right after
we moved in together I reasoned with my current legal partner and asked current
legal partner to please break up.
Since, my
current legal partner didn’t listen then I began to yell then scream then cry
then yell and scream all over again from 2009-2012.
How annoying can such miscommunication be?
Quite.
Before my
current legal partner moved in with me, I told my current legal partner to
please not do move in and somehow we made the joint decision for my current
legal partner to move into the apartment, anyway, when it was the last thing I
ever wanted since I knew perfectly well it would be nearly impossible to get
out of the relationship once my current legal partner moved into my apartment.
This
relationship’s proven to be the most difficult eleven year break-up in the
world.
Still yet I
stay since I feel the pressure and obligation to take care of my current legal
partner’s emotional needs when my emotional needs are hardly ever met thus I
don’t leave since I haven’t been able to get up the courage to allow for my current
legal partner to live out his own life while I live out mine.
My wanting
a divorce for over a decade is no secret.
Yes, I’ve
asked my current legal partner for a divorce ever since December of 2006 when
we moved in together and “off to the races” we went and didn’t ever look back in
an overly co-dependent soberly verbally abusive manner through the troubles in our
relationship which our relationship hasn’t ever looked good from the start and
we’ve both known this to be a strong truth.
Our
relationship held a bleak outlook from the start when my male friends told me
not to marry current legal partner thus my male friends at the time of our
marriage refused to shake my current legal partner’s hand at our wedding
reception.
My male
friends’ misbehavior in social interactions about killed me since my current legal
partner was officially then my husband, and me, his wife.
At the time,
in 2009 my male friends disliked my current legal partner.
Current legal
partner didn’t like any of my alcoholic male friends thus I ended many, if, not
all of my male friendships in August of 2012 thus I’ve been living in solitary
confinement in the suburbs ever since 2012 and before, back to 2009 when I
began to work from home fulltime as a part time housewife and as a part time
nonfiction blogger.
In October
2008, one night my current legal partner arrived home from work and announced
to me, my current legal partner wasn’t ever going to cook one single meal in
his life. Not okay.
On such a
dark and stormy night, my current legal partner told me if I didn’t like the
fact he wouldn’t ever lift a finger to help out in the kitchen or around the
house then I could get out and go to a woman’s homeless shelter which is
exactly what I ought to have done.
Today, my
current legal partner agrees: on such a stormy and rainy night I ought to have
left forever our two bedroom apartment except I was afraid something terrible might
happen to me on the streets of Minneapolis.
The only
reason why I stayed is because I was
terrified to get physically hurt on a cold October night of 2008 while possibly
homeless.
By December
of 2009, once again I asked for a divorce.
Each month
for the year of 2010 I asked for a divorce.
Each month
for the year of 2011 I asked for a divorce.
Each month
for the year of 2012 I asked for a divorce.
Each month
for the year of 2013 I asked for a divorce.
Each month
for the year of 2014 I asked for a divorce.
Each month
for the year of 2015 I asked for a divorce.
Every six
months of 2016 I asked for a divorce.
Once in
2017 I’ve asked for a divorce.
About to
ask for another divorce except this time I’m not really about to ask. I’m
moving on.
My current
legal partner doesn’t take me seriously enough to know my own mind.
Repeatedly,
my current legal partner’s told me if I leave then he will most likely die and
the pressure is, too, much for me.
No, I’m not
able to live with the possibility my current legal partner might die because of my departure. No.
However, to
stay in our marriage and relationship might kill me.
No, I
refuse to be my current legal partner’s misery and distress, however.
My current
legal partner’s been my misery and distress for over a decade and my current legal
partner knows it all, too, well.
We live in
the lonely suburbs of the Twin Cities, Minnesota.
Personally,
I don’t like how large our 4 bedroom, 2 bath, two floor home is.
As of December
of 2006 (eleven years ago) I’ve been the only one who does all of the yard
maintenance and laundry and chores and house painting and prepared meals and cooked
meals (through six years of a vegan lifestyle which was a waste of both of our
time) and clean up and wash dishes and place dishes away and wipe down counters
and make the bed each day and change the bedding each week and serve my current
legal partner hand-and-foot and help my current legal partner clothes shop then
purchase his clothes and set budgets and keep budgets and ledgers to our
thirty-eight thousand dollar ($38,000) household budget through a twenty year
case study which we’ve made it through eleven years of a case study about 80% of
Americans’ median income which is $38,000 for a family of four per annual
yearly salary.
My current
legal partner makes eighty thousand per yearly annual salary.
We make
one-hundred and sixty thousand per annual income.
My current
legal partner does indeed bring home bacon.
As an
American part-time housewife I make zero dollars cleaning part-time per twenty hours
per weekly sacrifice.
The
drudgery of carrying a home alone is immense.
The drudgery
of carrying a home alone is difficult and lonely and alone.
Much manual
labor is involved in housekeeping which is often overlooked and
underappreciated by anyone who sits around and hardly ever lifts a finger in
any marriage or relationship since it’s not they who puts in the hours of
drudgery.
Also I’ve
clocked in an additional eight years of bi-weekend cleaning and elderly care for
my 90 year old In-Laws who’ve told me on the second weekend of April 2016, “I wish
you hadn’t ever married, so-and-so!” Not okay.
Both my current
legal partner and I wish we hadn’t ever married each other, either.
Our general
dislike of each other is made clear and evident.
One of our
rules is I’m not to ever again skateboard since skateboarding is by far, too,
dangerous or go dance anywhere in public except our basement then what type of
a suffocating life am I to lead without live music or my skateboard?
One of our other
rules is I’m not allowed to go out pass 8:00pm since it’s dangerous in public.
Another of
our stupid rules is I’m only to go out once per each decade on my birthdays and
not ever in the summer time or at any other time. Ah, not okay.
No coffee
shops.
No
libraries.
No book
readings.
No movies.
No public
life whatsoever.
Eleven
years ago, my current legal partner decided he wasn’t ever going to go out and
socialize with me thus the decision has been final ever since.
No, I don’t
want to be a married woman living an alone existence until my current legal
partner tells me to let down my long hair and he can make use of my hair as a
latter while he climbs the tower and pulls on my hair and scalp as an analogy.
No.
The fact we
don’t like being married to each other is well made aware and communicated
between us over the eleven years of our relationship and marriage.
Our dislike
between us both -- my current legal partner and myself: -- as husband and wife
is quite distinctly real and already very much communicated.
Mostly we
don’t like each other’s lifestyles or generations since my current legal
partner is a baby-boomer and I’m a Gen-Xer.
Yes, we
have a monogamous relationship even though I’m out come this August 2017.
Tomorrow, I
plan to file for divorce and as a “second class citizen” as an American woman
of color I’m expected to once more starve if I have to, however.
My goal is
to walk out since my current legal partner already made clear he’ll make sure I
get nothing. Not okay, however. I don’t accept it.
My current
legal partner may have our house and furniture and car and land and properties
and investments and shampoo.
What my
current legal partner may not have is my minimal wardrobe I’ve built ever since
December of 2014 and my tablet and laptop.
My current
legal partner will get anything since this is the lifestyle he wants and this
is what he desires from life and I don’t.
My current
legal partner’s not willing to change thus I am.
Personally,
I love our block, however. I don’t like some of the physically abusive and
verbally abusive neighbors.
Personally,
after five years of living on this block I find our neighbors absolutely
violent. There’re police reports to show and prove the evidence of hate-crimes
of neighbors upon neighbors in this abusive neighborhood.
Personally,
for four years I’ve asked my current legal partner to sell the home and let’s
move anywhere else.
My current
legal partner stays put in Minnesota for 90 year olds. I don’t.
~~~
My Finn-Jewish
Minnesota Family
My
Finn-Jewish Minnesota family and I have already spoken and established and
agreed upon, I’m not to ever personally financially support the baby-boomers in
our family or physically take care of the baby-boomers in any way shape or form
or manner since baby-boomers didn’t take care of us while growing up. Okay.
Thanks.
My
Finn-Jewish Minnesota family and I have already spoken and established and
agreed upon, I’m neither obligated nor punished, or hated upon, or belittled,
or dehumanized nor estranged or abandoned nor must I ever feel obligated to
entertain or socialize with the baby-boomers in their retired years. Okay.
Thank you.
Yes, I may
come and go as I please.
Yes, I may go
home and go around my family whenever I very well feel like it and want to
which is hardly ever since I make my own best company and don’t fight with
myself while humans tend to want to bicker or assert dominance or have a
“pissing contest” as to whom is the ‘leader of the pack’ or the hierarchy and I
don’t care. I simply like a good meal and not a fight over the course of a
meal.
No, I don’t
mind passionate conversation at the dinner table.
However, screaming
matches between family members literally leaves me sick to my stomach for weeks
and sometimes months on end.
Furthermore,
my Finn-Jewish Minnesota family will love me until the end of time no matter
what I choose to do or decide.
My father
told me marriage isn’t forever.
In our
Finn-Jewish Minnesota family no one is a “demon” or a “devil” or the “Scarlet
Letter” or dismissed or abandoned for making one’s own life choices or plans to
the right to be happy and healthy and productive with one’s own made mature
adult decisions while anybody else may “go jump in the lake.”
My family
has granted me the permission not to care what anybody thinks of me. Thank you.
Yes, I was
once heavily drugged up and sexually molested and felt up while in my long
johns in March of 2011.
An entire
group of staff and workers and social group of people in south, Minneapolis
apologized in September of 2011 for the unfortunate mishap which occurred in
March of 2011.
Yes, I
forgave them all, however.
Indeed, I did
get to walk away with writing material since the apology was made and this is
my life which such a mishap ended my film career forever.
Could one
imagine the film career of any man ruined if he were sexually molested? Most
likely not.
Nevertheless,
women pay for men’s misbehaviors thus women sacrifice more than men do.
Yes, I was
once man handled and had an Iraqi man put his hand under my shirt and pinched
my nipple in public at the “Gay 90’s” in August of 2014. I forgave.
My
reputation is impeccable.
Anything
else is consensual between mature adults and nobody else.
No body
tells anybody else how to live.
Mainly most
of life is all “suffering” or “work” as my father used to like to remind me at
the age of fourteen thus “have fun!” and don’t care what anyone thinks of you.
Okay. I won’t.
How correct
my father was.
Personally,
I like to work hard and play hard.
Personally,
I’m not cut out to be a domestic wife slave without any type of financial
benefits or rewards or vacations for six years at a time while working away for
over a decade with a partner who early on told me he wasn’t going to ever lift
a finger to help out in the home and my current legal partner didn’t lie about
it.
My current
legal partner told the truth, however. Then my current legal partner ought to
have been truthful and admitted he wanted a maid or a mommy or a nanny or a
cook or a servant rather than a wife.
Within the
last decade of marriage I helped my current legal partner get set up in an
apartment during his already established break up and divorce from his first
wife of sixteen years before my current legal partner and I ever met each other
thus my current legal partner had nowhere to live in December of 2006 when both
my current legal partner and I had only met August of 2006.
Within the
last decade I committed “corporate career suicide” to help save my current
legal partner’s posh corporate career when I refused to serve in any type of
corporate espionage against my current legal partner thus my current legal
partner has a wonderful corporate career because
I killed mine in exchange to save his. How stupid of me. Not really. I’d do it
the same way all over again.
Within the
past decade I’ve helped my current legal partner and his first wife of sixteen
years pay off one-hundred thousand dollars in her undergraduate credit card
debt while my current legal partner refuses to allow for me to further my
education and by now I could have had my PhD which is all I want in life.
Once a year
for an entire decade I’ve asked my current legal partner to please give me his
blessing to go ahead and get my doctorate degree to teach doctorate fellows. No
go.
Yes, I
would like a graduate degree in astronomy or quantum physics or micro-biology.
Within the
last decade my awesome credit score helped my current legal partner purchase
his first home at the age of 49.
Within the this
decade my awesome credit score has helped my current legal partner purchase one
used car and one brand new car, 2016.
Within the this
recent decade I’ve helped my current legal partner get set up with furnishings
and an entire home specifically for my current legal partner’s benefit. I don’t
even like living in the lonely suburbs of the Twin Cities.
Countless
of times over the years I’ve packed up my meager belongings into our car and
completely left with the clothes on my back while all my current legal partner
is ever concerned with is getting the car back in the morning to go to work the
following day. Take a taxi. Take public transport.
No, I
haven’t threatened to leave. I have left.
Yes, each
time I’ve left, my current legal partner’s frozen out our bank account since
all of our money is in my current legal partner’s name which I’ve only once looked
over during January 2017 and was actually allowed to see the checking account for
the first time ever in eleven years of marriage. Wow.
There were
tens of thousands of dollars in my
current legal partner’s checking account at the time.
Yes, each
time I’ve decided to leave especially in the middle of the night then my
current legal partner’s told me to go to a woman’s Homeless shelter. Not okay.
My heart
breaks each time my current legal partner tells me I’m to go homeless since my
current legal partner found me working in corporate America as a communications
broadcast engineer thus for my current legal partner to tell me to go homeless
isn’t financially comparable to where my current legal partner found me and
ought to have left me alone since I’m thirteen years his junior.
Okay, when
I leave I’ll have absolutely no money or properties or finances or investments.
I’ll have to start all over again at the very beginning since my current legal
partner already told me this is what will happen and it will because
my current legal partner isn’t going to let go of any of our supposed wealth
which I know nothing about.
Yes, I’ve
made the decision to leave here with my name and writings and work and computer
software systems and website and tablet and a backpack and “intellectual
property” and nothing much else because
if I stay I will shrivel up and die.
No, I’m not
able to be isolated in life. I’m a social creature.
For eleven
straight years my current legal partner’s goal in life is to sit in front of
the television.
Constant television
isn’t my ideal to any healthy lifestyle to imagination or creation or community
building or moral support or true friendships without judgment or punishment
for least not wanting to stay in an unhealthy and unreasonable relationship.
Yes, today
I returned home to get operated on.
Yes, today
I returned home to pay off the last of our meager bills and square away our
finances and get my current legal partner financially set up in life and allow
for my current legal partner to live out his dream while I start anew and fresh
in Duluth, MN which countless of times I’ve asked my current legal partner to
move back to Kettle River, MN or Duluth, MN and my current legal partner says,
“You can’t eat the scenery.”
Then I
guess I might starve once more in Duluth, MN.
Yet, one
mustn’t live out one’s days alone cleaning forever.
Yes, I’ll
continue to write and fulfill my creative mid-level career responsibilities.
Yes, ever
since I was sixteen, my goal’s been to write the next great American novel.
Yes, I’m
forever a retired filmmaker of six years.
Yes, I’ll
continue to skateboard until I’m no longer able to in old age.
Yes, I want
a monogamous and exclusive future relationship.
Yes, I’d
love to partner up again and make a lifelong commitment to the right and kind
and intelligent and smart man who understands I’m human and neither an object
or possession or property.
No, no one
has to pay for my rent or bills or whatever.
This will
be my fourth fortune I’ve personally lost and will walk away from since I’m not
bound by any conventional rules or regulations as a modern woman. Au Contraire.
My dad told
me it is okay to get divorced and I also think it is okay to get divorced, too.
No, we
didn’t try.
We did our
best.
We did our
best and didn’t fail at anything other than equal domestic rights and In-Law’s
racist disrespect which they’ve asked me for my forgiveness and I’ve granted
them such an awesome gift such as forgiveness. Except I don’t personally want
anything to do with any of them for as long as I live.
Yes, I win
my freedom.
Yes, in the
fall of 2017, I’ll move to Duluth, MN and stay for two years unless I once more
starve then I’ll head for Hollywood to write for television and the silver screen.
Yep.
“The
world’s my oyster” and the only place which is difficult to financially carve
out a meager living is either Detroit, MI or Duluth, MN, however.
Duluth, MN
and Los Angeles, California and Cambridge, MA and Manhattan, N.Y.C. all call
out to me ever since I left Duluth, MN on May 1, 2004.
The Twin
Cities is racist.
The Twin
Cities is exclusive of artists or writers.
The Twin
Cities is…
Yes, I will
spend the years and decades writing and not volunteering with any other artists
since I don’t have time to freely volunteer to help others create when I have
my very own creations to attend to.
My current
legal partner already knows all of this.
No, I don’t
ever want to have a barky dog for as long as I live.
No, I don’t
ever want…obligations or abuse from 90 year olds.
Peace.
This is not
anybody’s business.
My family
has granted me the right to be happy. Okay.
Yes, I’ve
been a most dutiful wife.
Yes, this
marriage struggle has almost broken my back.
However,
not my spirits.
No, I
shan’t ever need a shrink to help me decide my life for myself.
No, let’s
not pretend as though anyone’s got my back since life has taught me we’re born
alone, we live out our existence alone and we die alone.
Let’s not
ever pretend as though I’m safe.
As any
mature adult woman I now make my own decisions and I shall live out my life as
a human and not as an object to be dehumanized or objectified.
At the age
of 24, my parents told me not to ever ask them for any financial assistance
even if I were to starve or go homeless as an adult thus my parents don’t ever
get to tell me how to live out my life much less am I beholden to either of
them nor do I seek out their company since their company is oppressive and
manipulative and full of verbal abuse. Not okay.
All I care
about is the Maya gods.
All I care
about is our family and friends.
All I care
about is health and wellness.
All I care
about is writing.
All I care
about is respectful love.
All I care
about is good clean fun.
All I care
about is freedom.
All I care
is about food in the belly.
All I care
about is to seek out the best drinking water resource in the world.
No, I don’t
want to birth or raise my own children. No.
From here
on out I choose art over this immense marital loneliness.
No, I’m not
lonely, since I’ve been alone for an entire decade of marriage.
If I know
anything, then it is how to best spend time alone, without being lonely, or
bored, while I work, and relax, since being alone is all I’ve done in two
decades of research and study, thus choosing to be “lonely” only seems
destructive and confusing and I’m neither destructive nor confused.
Tonight I
know my mind better than I have in eleven years of marriage.
At least,
I’m relieved for it to be over and start anew.
Yes, my current
legal partner’s mother already knows I want a divorce.
We’ve
talked about it.
My current
legal partner’s mother asked me if my current legal partner ever hit me and of
course, I said no.
Since my
current legal partner hasn’t ever hit me then my current legal partner’s mother
believes I ought to grit my teeth and bare more of this decade long
unhappiness. As if. I’m not stupid. I’m not a glutton for punishment.
When do I get to be happy?
When will I stop being treated like
a mule?
When will I be seen as an
intelligent and kind and smart woman?
Until the day I die, I forgive my
In-Law’s, however.
No, I
shan’t ever stop hating my In-Laws for pretending to be kind when actually
they’re a cruel and miserable lot who all completely wasted an entire decade of
my life being bossed around and overlooked and hated and mistreated and called
names.
My former
In-Laws don’t deserve any future offspring.
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 3,000 (make-up work from previous week)
Word Count: 4,801
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 8,000
This Week’s Total Word Count: 4,801
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #1
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #24 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #18 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #89 (09/03/15) on antidepressants
specifically for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of dosage.)
Monday, June 5, 2017
“If a grandmother had a beard,
she’d be a grandfather.”
(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)
Incipience (beginning stage, first stage)
A riot was stopped in its incipience.
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A
book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social,
commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable
suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M.,
Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De
Moines, Iowa, 1891.
Street Etiquette.
Shouting.
Chapter 9.
Page 136
Never
speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting
is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your
communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of
voice.
The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this
page.
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Hello.
Upload: pm CT
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~~~
No Whining
No Complaining
“Only Thing We Have
To Fear Is Fear Itself.”
---
J.F.K.
~~~
“Fight for your right
to party.”
--- Beastie Boys
~~~
Trump/Russia
Impeachment 2017
~~~
The F.B.I. is our only hope.
~~~
Cocaine and
Prostitution
Will be legalized
In 2017-2018
~~~
Love
Trumps
Hate
~~~
Marriage vs. Divorce
August 2017
~~~
No Blog
Yours
Truly;
Gabriel
Word Count Goal: 0, traveling
Word Count: 0
This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 8,000
This Week’s Total Word Count: 0
One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:
*) Day #1
without verbal swear words. I like it.
*) Day #1
without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.
*) Blood Pressure: 102/66 mmHg / Pulse: 86
(04/07/17)
*) CHOLESTEROL,
Total
294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15),
276 (01/22/16) 273 (04/07/17)
HDL
Cholesterol
49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52
(01/22/16), 53 (04/07/17)
Triglycerides
296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H
(06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16), 389 (04/07/17)
LDL-Cholesterol
186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H
(06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16) 142 (04/07/17)
CHOL/HDLC
RATIO
6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15),
5.3 H (01/22/16) 5.2 (04/07/17)
NON HDL
CHLOESTEROL
245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H
(06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)
IRON, Total
79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl
(06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl (01/22/16)
CORTISOL,
Total
19.2
(10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)
*) Week #24 without any higher dosage of
birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”
*) Week #18 one sleeping pill per night by
mouth “Zolpidem
Tartrate” 10 MG
*) Week #89 (09/03/15) on antidepressants specifically
for fake-pregnancy hormones, one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram
Oxalate” 20 MG (03/01/16 change of
dosage.)