I’m sorry, but having no internet at home,
still, I have to use saved images (I have thousands of them), and I opened up
the folder, scrolled down about ¾ of the way – and there was John Boehner, one
of the Republicans my mother has been working with. To be clear, I was born
inside Cincinnati – and he, in some nearby outlying area.
But BOTH of us
are prone to spontaneously weep like babies for differing reasons – including in
public. Fancy
that!!!
>>> LET’S
RELAX AND CONSIDER A FEW
THINGS:
1. All lights were lit on my modem
this morning, but when I fired up my computer, the Link button began flashing,
and then when I opened a browser, the lights below it went out, the two above
started flashing, and diagnostics claimed “DNS server is not responding.”
2. This is what I get all the time now
(and I’ll call customer service this afternoon after their rush), but I ALSO
got this at my alternate site for going on line after a mere three minutes –
not long enough to get my posting up yesterday, because I’ve only once had a
problem there, and that when I went daily for a month or so, and only after I
had been online for at least 45 minutes. So they are INTENSELY angry
with me.
Strangely – and I really think this
only a coincidence – a member or frequent guest of the Puerto Vallarta Writers
Group walked by outside while I was busy, and when I went out to see if I could
see him, he was gone. It was a “Texan type” who often sat with David Wright –
and a man with a great sense of humor, like David (and a face of a long-time
partier).
The last day I was actually IN Writers
Group, as I reported before, I had run into David Wright with others eating
across from ACT II Theatre, and we had a fun conversation through the open
window. Charles Quigley came up and hollered at me, then I hollered at him as
he walked off. David declared that we are ALL part of a novel being written –
so you SEE why I like him so much!!!
3. Yesterday, I did go to another
business, where the Mexican owner totally understands what I’m doing. There, I
finally got things out, and checked Email, Facebook, news, etc., never having a
problem. And ACTUALLY, the hackers who had gotten to me at the first place, had
all but destroyed Windows 7 operating system, me unable to get anything to come
up other than initial screen, then lots of blackness, so twice I forced the
power off, then opened in Safe Mode and rebuilt from a Restore – taking lots of
time, but I DID keep my connection, once on.
4. And in the part of town I was in,
the rumor had been spread that the Opposition Puerto Vallarta City Councilman
who was abducted (some witnesses claimed at gun-poit, others claimed no guns),
from a restaurant last Thursday (a week and a half ago), was just made up
distraction to hide some other crime (which no one had any idea about), yet FOX
NEWS had picked up the story, and he has NOT turned up.
5. I should also mention, that in
2010, when “Alfredo” dumped me in a rain-drenched apartment (recently painted
lime green instead of the swimming-pool blue it had been, then), after five or
six weeks of living in Colima, then claiming there were too many “felony”
warrants for his arrest in Jalisco, so he skedaddled before dawn and I never
heard from him again, he told me I HAD to go to Cannela (cinnamon) Café to use
internet – and that is next door to where I have usually blogged.
I do NOT mean they are or were
corrupted, but the CIA/Mafia knew how to easily break into their wifi, and I
did have some trouble there. And just like I several times saw a van logoed “ Good
Shepherd Center” parked across the street from my apartment in Wilmington when
I was hacked there – and chased them away – that day in 2010, I chased a brand
new Cadillac SUV away that seemed to be doing the same thing – or I tried to.
What happened was that the
hyper-well-dressed like top business people straight couple in it actually got
out and started yelling at me, too, and when they began hitting my windshield
with full bottles of Pepsi, I thanked God for plastic bottles, got in my car
and sped away – but they pursued!!!
And I maneuvered very skillfully in my
small Pontiac Vibe, figuring it would be easy to ditch that big tank in the
heavy traffic, but that guy was SUPER-SKILLED, so after U-turning, I slipped
into the parking garage at Mega, and parked by the door near the up moving
sidewalk, thinking with about twenty people around, they would give up, but
NO!!! They got out of their care, and while continuing to scream obscenities at
me, pounded my windshield over and over hoping to break through. It did not
crack and they began kicking and pounding the outside of my car, caving several
panels of sheet metal so that I had to have it pulled out to use the
passenger-side front door.
After about five minutes, they gave up
and left, but for distinguished-looking people in such a big, noticeable vehicle
to do that so in public, shows how corrupted the police are – or were then –
that they knew they would not be apprehended.
Chava
Gonzales (PRI), was the mayor then.
But let me tell you that in the
Mayoral (called President of the city) election in 2012, I was HIGHLY against
the PRI Party for that reason, but the nicest guy ran PRI for mayor – what to
do???
Adrian Archi Mendez – a Mexican GINGER (with
twin ginger sons)!!!
But the day Adrian Mendez campaigned
up Jacarandas, I caught him and we talked a couple of minutes. He was THRILLED
that I had worked for Tennessee Williams and wanted to do something with that
to promote Puerto Vallarta, and said to visit him in his office as Mayor as soon
as he took reigns – but wait two weeks for the transition to calm down
(everyone in town thought he would win in a small landslide, but that did not
happen). I think he was honest and all his vibes were really good.
Interesting that these people are in
red, and the PRI flags two days ago at the demonstration were green. And if
Adrian had been elected, I might not have been able to resist trying to seduce
him, I must admit. Readers will recall that the first Mexican I ever had a
conversation with, was the Mexican Consul to Atlanta, who seduced me at the
Pharr Library gay disco in Atlanta in 1983 or 84, impregnating me with a love
of Mexico!!!
6. Five minutes ago, my modem’s lights
all came on solid, but opening a browse, the Link light began flashing, and
while I got ONE email, I can’t reply or open Facebook except for its header or
Blogger, so all is the same.
7. The funny thing about thinking
about Stanley Winborne last night, is that considering the way Adrian came to
the door that first time I was there – as Stanley exited without saying but hi
to me – nearly naked and his pants so low I saw his bush, maybe Stanley had
been there for sex, rather than a discussion of painting or a “drug connection”.
I tend to doubt it.
And I really had not thought much
about Stanley’s son who is so high in the US State Department in Afghanistan
(actually, I think he was leaving that post for a similar one, also in the Middle
East), and Stanley’s son is as CIA Drug Mafia corrupted as our own Kelly
Trainor de O!!!
Kelly Trainor
I do know that THAT son of Stanley’s was here for a visit a few months ago, and
with Stanley knowing my interest in Foreign Affairs, I expected him to invite
me to meet him, but Stanley didn’t even mention he was sorry there would be no
time for such a thing -- that he KNEW I would have loved.
8. So with CNN, today, having a total
SPECULATION-THON regarding a snowstorm, they will show no news today worth
watching, but I have to say that not only is it highly disturbing that a drone
was found on the White House lawn, but also seems part of KARMA PAYBACK, and
likely not to frighten President Obama as much as his house-full-o-females.
That’s right, not only Michelle, Sasha, and Melia, but the MOTHER-IN-LAW, as
well. First time I heard her occupancy mentioned in YEARS!!!
I believe ALL of them are professing
Christians, so our poor President continues to live in a Sea of Sad
Wah-HEE-nuhs (Mexican pronunciation of the word spelt the same as in English.
I PITY the man whose family keeps him BLACKMAILED to the CIA Republicans!!!
9. And finally, in a “Note from the
Universe” that I received this morning:
You'll know they understand you, Scott, when they start
appreciating you.
And you'll know you understand them, when you start appreciating them.
Oh, the simplicity -
The Universe
And you'll know you understand them, when you start appreciating them.
Oh, the simplicity -
The Universe
Scott
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