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Back when you're a couple, the cook can excuse themselves to head off to the kitchen while their other half keeps drinks coming and chat going. Being chief cook, drinks dispenser, host, and bottle washer is different.

How do you do it? invite the guests into the kitchen to watch you? Give them tasks to do? Hope they'll take over?

This is damage control of an uncontrollable event of frequent activity around the world. I know this because of the activity here in WHanganui NZ.

They think that by redirecting flight paths, or bringing in foreigners of another country as a distraction, will stop the frequent visits?

This is a pre-planned event of at least 5000 years. No intellectual human being can ever counter cover or subdue what ooccurs in Our Skies.

The more they try to minimize and distract all sky events especially here in in my town area, the more frequent things will be in fact its gonna get so hard to contain the activity. That its going to happen in broad daylight. It getts worse. One Ship is going to be the size of of the town.

And its not the what or why that matters, but Who.

Also we once had police drones in Whanganui, but now we dont, and we have new faces in the police force working here as well about the same time the drones stopped. Curious? lol

That is why they are revealing the ufo activity now.
So, lets see how well they control the damage, lol.

They have tried to stop me in the past and learnt the hard way as usual people do, about giving the world information, they do not want anyone to know.
If they had it their way I would be dead already, But they are more scared of me dying than if 99% of the world died tomorrow...

They also tried to archive a born intellect's writings on geometric programming but I wrote on the same website blogspot.com, to prevent that. I had to create 3 accounts before they stopped trying to prevent me posting.

By the time I am believed the shit will hit the fan in a way that will terrify the world. The Angel of Death will be a busy little bee during those times.

Its One Thing To Be An Understanding Man...Having Some People Feeling As If What They Have Told You Is Being Understood
But Unfortunately..It Is Not To Be Understood
Why?
Because You Dont Make Sense...Thats Why

Nope...Its Alright To Be An "Understanding Man" Sometimes
But Ill tick To What I Feel Is Best For Me
Ill Stick To Being A "Ramblin Man"
(After All...That Is What I Am)





..............("Every Ten Minutes")...........................

They Are Back Once Again...Praising Themselves With Their "Me-Me" Stuff....It Must Be A Great Feeling For Them... Having All The Roosters...... Crowing On About Them... And Giving Them The Assurance They Must Have...For Without It... They Would Shrivel Up And Wither Away...(Which... They Dont Realize... Is Whats Happening To Them ...Little By Little
Of Course...They Still Have All Those Anti Aging Creams And Lotions That Hide The Real Person
But One Day...They Wont be Standing In Line Anymore
(What Will You Do Then?)
Youll End Up Like Bette Davis In That Movie
With That "Baby Jane Syndrome"
"Whatever Happened To Baby Jane?"
I Would Love To See Any of You Women Without Your Make-Up On
Im Sure It Would Be A Horror

I Saw My Sister Once...Early In The Morning
And All I Can Say ...As To What I Saw Is
"Jesus H Christ!!"

We men have no idea what a woman goes through preparing for a date or even a simple coffee meet up, They spend time and money on hair, nails clothing that more often than not costs more than a meal and drinks, yet we assume because we men pay for the meal we expect special thanks.

We men also have a false perception on what women like or how we think they like to dress.
So the questions are:

For the men, do you think a clean shirt, having a shave, washing the back, sack and crack is enough? And how do you think women should dress for a date.

For the women, how long do you typically prepare for a date, and how much do you spend on getting dolled up?

Who makes better lovers left handed or right handed men ?

This US presidential election seems to be about past issues of intolerance, greed and finger pointing...thanks to Trump...it is "okay" to be racist, sexist and dishonest. What truly disturbing is that women are being verbally abused with remarks about their looks. Why would men not want to stand up for Equality? It is quite sad also that many people in his camp spew such vile remarks regarding the African Americans not to mention the scam Trump is involved with his so called University...or his many law suits...

Thanks to Clinton who laughed with delight at Trump regarding his claims of having a better temperament or his denial of past opinions or values...clearly the audience was also amused by his claims too...perhaps the USA has hope yet...even Bush senior is voting for Hillary...

Despite Trump's dystopian views...he hasn't got the facts straight...and Hillary has the facts...she prepared for the debate...Trump did not...

Just a reminder of what Trump really thinks...lol...

After spending more than ½ my life in Africa I went to Britain, Shortly after arriving I attended a job interview with a panel of 4 interviewers.

There was a woman who started off by asking in a very slow patronizing voice if I had been scared of the elevator, I replied that yes I had been but was amazed at the openings in the wall with glass in them; she replied that “I suppose you don’t have windows in your mud houses”.

I have also had people say “but you are white, we thought all Africans were dark skinned” and the popular ”how do you cope with all the wild animals”.

What are your perceptions of Africa, and have you been asked stupid questions about where you live?

Part 1

Mrs. Crompton was cycling home to her little cottage in the village when she came upon two diminutive, downcast figures sitting on the grassy bank by the side of the track. She had a very caring nature and so could not help but stop and ask the reason for their sad demeanour.

“We’ve lost our jobs and been turned out of the big house, where we were employed by Mrs. Strong-Cummings, or her ladyship, as we used to call her,” said one of the small characters. “Now we have nowhere to live, and don’t know where our next meal will come from.”

“Oh dear me,” said Mrs. Crompton, “what was your work at the big house, and why were you turned out?”

“We’ve got special talents, as you might call them,” he continued. “We were taken on by her ladyship as pleasure midgets, and she kept us busy most evenings. Then, all a sudden, we lost our urges, and no amount of talent is any good without the urges. She put up with it for about a week before she said as how a pair of frigid midgets was no good to her, and sent us a packing.”

Mrs. Crompton was very moved by their story, although she didn’t dwell for too long on the nature of their previous occupation. “Look’” she said, “I’ve got a large garden, and now I’m getting older, it is too much work for me to look after it properly. I can’t afford to pay you anything I’m afraid, but if you would like to come and look after my garden for me, I will give you food and a place to sleep.”

The midgets looked at one another and their little faces broke into beaming smiles. “Oh yes! they both cried out together.”

“Do you two little gentlemen have names?” asked Mrs. Crompton.

“I’m Wam,” said one, “I’m Bam,” said the other.

“PLeased to meet you Wam and Bam, now if you both jump into the basket on the front of my bicycle, it’s time we were getting home for tea.”
And off they sped along the track, towards the village and Mrs. Crompton’s little cottage.

After tea, when Mrs. Crompton had shown Wam and Bam where they would sleep, the three of them chatted about this and that, and Mrs. Crompton asked the midgets about their life at the big house. They told her about her ladyship’s lavish dinner parties, where she would get them to entertain her guests with their very unusual and amusing party trick. They described how a guest would be asked to put a small, personal object into a wooden box, and they -blindfolded and not allowed to use their hands- would have to identify what that object was. Mrs. Crompton didn’t hear all of the story; she found that she “would quite like another cup of tea”, and went off to make it before it was finished.


Next morning, straight after breakfast, the midgets were shown the garden, and given their instructions for the day. Not much was required of them; all they had to do was remove the dead roses from their stems, and pull up all the weeds from between the rose bushes. They enjoyed the work, and turned out to be very efficient at it. On the second day, they were shown how to tend the herb garden, and how to grow new plants from seed, in the greenhouse.

"When We Open Our Eyes After Sleeping...We Can See The Ceiling... And The Walls That Make Up The Room We Are In"
"We Can Lay Down On Our Backs And Stare At The Clouds Floating By... And Make Out All Kinds Of Faces Within Those Clouds"
"We Can See The Bare Trees From Winter... Slowly Sending Out Their Leaves... As They Announce To Us That A New Season Is About To Begin"
"We Can See The Children Playing...Doing The Things We Used To Do When We Were Their Age"
"We Can Watch Our favorite Programs On Our Televisions"
"We Can Stand On The Corner And See All Of Our Fellow Humans Hurrying Along.... As If They Were About To Miss A Deadline"
"We Can See The Wonder Of Those Majestic Mountains..As They Blend In And Become Valleys"
"We Can See The Smiles We Forced People To Give Back To Us As We Smiled At Them First"
There Is Just So Much To See That It All Cant Be Written Here
But
For All That There Is To See?

"Theres None So Blind"
"As Those Who Will Not See"
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