Second coming of Trump and the Stumps of Robinho

With a failed attempt to debunk a false claim, you may actually spread it even further. Things have become so untangled and so Shogun (the book) like or Kafka like i can't even understand this title from Reuters.

"Here's a bizarre Fact Check-Claims Trump will be reinstated on August 13 stem from debunked conspiracy theories".

It's been so long i can't even remember the exact format, but i believe Oregonian once had some sort of version of rolling news, that is a stack like list of time stamped news that were moving up or down as new ones were added. I think it was before Beth Nakamura too over anyways. Now you can't even enter the site, thanks to those criminals at Admiral whatever blocking company. An online company that is specializing in blocking you from seeing a site unless you pay subscription or remove your blocking software. I don't have any blocking software. I have a black list inside the kernel of my Fedora.

That is how news should look like. A time stamped list as they happen. Without something like this, if you miss the first "trumpet" on a news, and you most likely will, you will think it happened when you  heard it, pretty much like it happened with War of the World by Orson Wells.

You hear about a shooting at the Pentagon, you may think Trump is already on its way.

One way to tell the exact moment is do a google search and scroll and look for earliest time stamp. Then you can look for a jolt in the market right before that. A moment when the market is suddenly going up or down, like more than a few tenth of a procent. Did that happened today. Yes it did.

There is one more civilized way to figure it out. Go to the French newspaper site LeFigaro flash actu. But you will have to translate time to US time in this case PDT which is 9 hours behind. 18:23 - 9 = 9:23 PDT or 12:23 Eastern. You may find out it happened before that time, but nothing is sure, not even this site.

Then of course you don't hear anything else on the subject until you google and find out that it was an "unrelated incident". Cause if it was, we will heave heard more as hours passed but we haven't.

"A Pentagon police officer died after being stabbed Tuesday during a burst of violence at a transit center outside the building, and a suspect was shot by law enforcement and died at the scene, officials said." But was it.

Why Robinho on the title.

I suspected since he moved here in March. The man upstairs may be Brazilian footballer Robinho who i turn was "played" or "acted" for a long time by a Japanese wrestler.

Since yesterday especially after my post with Duterte he started to act even weirder. Smoking like he did in the first day he moved here. Inside and this morning after i shot the AC cause smoke was leaking from the back and opened front window, he went at the car and smoke there, still filling the place with raw (untreated) tobacco, the stinkiest. It was within the same timeframe with the shooting.

Conclusion. They created a mass psychosis just to create a momentum when i could have bursted with rage and go and confront him. But i'm not match for him. He's much younger and masked by some fat he has muscles double the size of mine and has been in the ring and after that on the football field for too long.

Being tired, i just fell asleep, he woke me up several times, last stumping on the floor in a burst of rage that i managed to record. But i still did not react and went instead for a long walk. While approaching the office a bunch of sexualized little girls started to walk right ahead of me in that direction. Near the mailboxes, the same girl with sexy pants and t-shirt that was yesterday with a dog now taking the garbage. Further within the hospital alleys i met with yet another executioner, most likely, a boxer or some sort of fighter from Hungary.

When i came back, i drank one huge mug of water with a bit of grapefruit juice and took a shower and now i'm sick. Even as i write he still marches upstairs, like a wrestler would in a ring.

And then of course the question. Why would the market go up when a shooting occurs next to Pentagon?

Because of course the shooting was not real but fake news only meant to create a day long or several hours long psychosis need to build momentum so in the heat of the moment people will accept if something happened to me while confronting the ninja. And then going back flat when it was clear they were little chances this would happen.

Daily Pooh

Ninja Dorf

I was finishing the last match. Hardly, cause there was some irritant smoke/dust in here. My opinion, cigarette smoke covering something fine submicronic energized dust. Same old Metsubushi, only disguised. I walked out and went in the back in the wind's dirction to search for poos. Cause earlier i felt the "exhilaration". It's from the enhanced, bio type of metsubushi that contains T-gondii. Once in your airways and stomach, if there is abrasion from recent dust exposure, the parasite will get to your blood and brain where it starts immediately producing dopamine and sex hormones and stuff.

But i was able to finish the mach and walk out. Barely. Found the poos, marked them in my mind for removal and left. Besides other (un)usual scenes, at the end or beginning of the complex, there was this guy, thin, bearded, "old American school", who turned his back on me, couldn't see his face, wiping the letters of his old raised FORD pick-up with a winch attached to front bumper. That was a glimpse into the immediate future or what i was about to see in the lot.

I didn't want to pass through the Meridian lot, but they were these two women in the alley next to an SUV kinda blocking the alley, one of them dressed in blue medical costume, talking aloud. So i went between the first cars only to see a younger woman kinda pointing the phone at me taking pictures. But it wasn't me, it was probably her car in between, that looked smashed in the rear end, beyond the the wheel and moved on spot over. Next to it there was a four door white Hyundai reminding of mine. (Yeak i know the picture looks heavenly, they prepared that lot a couple of weeks ago for this).

Which BTW last night again after going to Ilani had the positive connector of the battery again moving around the terminal with the nut tightened to max. (It moved up on the terminal which is thinner on top and also has a crappy design). I figured that because i have a voltage meter on a charger in the lighter plug. Voltage constant at 13.9 which is raw alternator voltage probably with fluctuations because of loose connector

And didn't have the tools to fix it when i stopped in the first rest area where they were two women next to a table in dark, couldn't do it with a short wrench, these cars don't have any room under the hood.

Which i did in the morning before Angela left. After she did, i did Kesha (yeah, i wish it was that way), then i made breakfast and fell back asleep. When i woke up, i saw the news, got mad again and did that Greek looking b... who got a state function from "President Iohannis".

So i proceeded with my walk starting in the hospital alleys where like yesterday a woman, dressed in tan pants with a phone in her hand tan talking on the phone kinda covering her face with the phone, could had been that old b... "Kate Brown", tall so she could keep or closing on me, was fallowing me for the whole time i was on hospital poperty or about ten to 15 minutes. Later she even got on the street, but went in the oppposite direction. The known streets, with known construction obstacles and cars with knwon LPN, mainly thinking, getting more and more nauseated especially after i passed closely to that loaded pile and the exposed mucous in my lungs was clearing in the esophagus infecting my stomach, and when i got back i took more pictures in that lot.

Car next to Hyundai has what i call a KGB number, which are plenty on the streets these days. Otherwise, the whole conception is what the freemasons would call an accident in "effigy" (similar to putting sticks in voodoo doll).

Lucky Look

It's so shocking i don't know how to start to put it in words. I wake up every day thinking i'm somewhere else, everything is normal, everything is like it was 27 years ago. But then minute by minute i start catching up with reality. I remember where i've been last night, what happened, why there is an unfinished fb post on my computer, then i start to get mad and try to figure next to whom i sat last night at the casino and sho is her Japanese counterpart. But this time i was kinda desperate, i thought it's impossible, especially when i saw her in a picture next to what appeared to be a couple of happy naturalized Chinese Americans figuring her parents, couldn't find her on list at her age, an hour have passed, Thursday garbage tanks came and started to shake the building then i saw her on a page next to someone else. It was a lucky lock.

11 tears older. It made sense when i remembered what i saw last night. It made sense when you look at her body and face and wrinkles on the neck. Retired in Japan, blooming in the US, going back to Japan to compete, coming for one night in Oregon, etc.. What a life. Then the tedious task of aligning, it was already hot when i finished. Reaction. People are usually skeptics to truth when they are addicted to crazy ideas.

Wrapped it up in a post, heated something to eat, got outside, still sleepy, still groggy, here comes this Japanese man with a dog, right from around the garges (one of three garage buildings surrounding this one, that at the alley.

I went the other way to picture the sign at the door through the window, then i kinda looked for poos on my way out. However her comes this sexy young white woman i couldn't see her face because of trees. Waited, went in the poo area, i could feel a smell, didn't find anything, went down to the alley to see the other poo area, nothing in there, but from around the corner here he is, the same Japanese guy with the dog, stopped in the smoke area next to the other garage. He looked at me with pity in his eyes.

How many people and cars got in my way until i got at the hospital parking lot and beyond, in the street where they keep digging and fixing things that were not broken? There was this tall fat young white man with the green t-shirt following me. One more woman in short shorts with thick thighs at the other mailbox, next to a van with a couple of Japanese people watching the scene, guarding her. The garbage truck coming from the alley at the hospital, in the same place where i encounter heavy trucks putting out exhaust and smoke. The woman that followed me for 10 minutes. The three guys with badges among them a celebrity woman (they all looked a bit wasted from the parties they live they live their whole life in). 

But then on Borland. The drilled and cut the concrete at all corners in all intersection to put new corners and concrete. Never saw there was anything wrong with those. Today two guys stopped the traffic to make way for a huge truck that was letting out dust exactly when i passed. That and all the other dust i gathered from the 3 miles walk  (mostly invisible) stuck on my eyes and throat. Next time when i'm gonna eat, i'm gonna have another dysphagia episode.

It was after i took these two videos and one more that i ran out of battery (already bypassed low battery setting) and could not film the excavator again making dust at the end of the street (or where i leave Borland), the guys who where shooting nails in two different houses, other scenes. One thing is sure. Got to get used to take videos and talk in the same time cause this is what i'm gonna do from now on, only to prove that i basically live on a scene like settings, with actors and xtras from Japan and Hungary. The whole city of Tualatin, probably the whole Washington county and when needed, larger Portland itself. And since everything is visible and leaked on the internet either on street cameras or private, why can't i do it myself. They want to be stars, let them be.

Heidi and the Chipped Paint Wheel

I thought last week i made my appointment at Les Schwab for today, but i got a reminder in the mail on Monday for yesterday. Yesterday i just got the wheel, after that time of appointment, which i was expecting Tuesday evening.

As i said in fb, found the wheel at the door, around noon, i took the wheel to the truck, removed the spare, put it there to see if it fitted (can't trust those web sites, can you, was for a different year but the same part number) and it did, however some of the cheap paint remained on the thread of the bolts and the wheel got chipped on the edges, though not in the contact area, and the paint got chipped pretty bad on the edges (not  the rims) while i rolled it on asphalt.

So i went in there today with the wheel in my hands and tried to explained the hole thing to Heidi and in the end she asked me if i wanted a wheel or a tire.

How come in never thought of this, the Les Schwab places seems a bire haus, with rolling tires figuring kegs filled with compressed air.

So i asked her to get someone from the shop and after long ten minutes and asking her one more time here he came, the same nervous guy i talked to last time, i think he looks like a Hungarian singer, i saw him after in one of the searches, i'm sorry i didn't save his name. He reminds me of the nervous character cop from Pink Panther movies.

I explained to him that if the paint gets chipped in the contact area during the tire installation, it may leak, he kept saying that even if it does i won't see those, and; finally "he can't guarantee it's not going to leak".

At some point i thought of just buying the tire and installing it myself, but then i also had to buy the valve and install it, too much trouble. So i just took a chance and let it there cause i couldn't wait, may not find any parking space after 11 and don't want to park illegally at the Meridian Parking lot where they stole the wheel in the first place (though i added comprehensive, deductible 100 at my insurance).

Back home, i remembered the dog poos issue. So i grabbed a bag and a glove and went for those. They were two exactly in the same spot i saw them; yesterday, when i stuck a stick into the ground to find them. However last night there was this guy in the patio (he is always there in the afternoon and evenings) and he made me nervous and couldn't find those. The second time i went he was... eating.

So i went today, grabbed those, found some more, about 6 piles in total, and when i went in the area where i found most yesterday, in a space between some bushes and the end of the garages uphill, i thought i saw a nervous shadow passing on the other end of the bushes, coming on the alley from the other side of the garage, but couldn't see the shadow getting out. So i stepped back and aside and saw a woman suddenly yelling at her dog: "Common, go!" and leaving stepping very nervously showing a thin and well maintained body. Couldn't see her face well because sun was coming from her direction, kept looking at the large tattoo on her right elbow as she was farthering, she turned around, like she knew i was looking, i really hope it wasn't one from my recent posts but can't guarantee.

So i came back to wash my hands and write this and i saw market started to go back up around the moment of that encounter.