10 AM Și fiindcă nu am dat nici un exemplu în scurtul meu sumar pe subiectul transferanței în războiul psihologic, iată, a apărut o ilustrare, ori instanțiere, la timp, cu George Simion.

Transferanța este de departe cel mai important concept al lui Freud, un celebru terapist vienez evreu care a fondat psihologia modernă, sub forma psihanalizei și nu întâmplător, necunoscut marelui public, din cauza valorii lui strategice. Potrivit DEX, Dicționarul Explicativ al Limbii Române, editat de Academia Română, varianta on-line, acest cuvânt (sau alt cuvinte înrudite) nici nu există în limba română.

Am spus de mult că numele George Simion este un nume compus, pentru a se suprapune peste numele meu, combinat cu Similarități. George (Sim)Ion, creând o primă transferanță. Cea de azi este despre sumele deturnate din buget. Am spus de multe ori că banii din taxele românilor se scurg prin buget în altă parte, cel mai probabil în Ungaria. Sumele care se ducă în Moldova și Ucraina sunt derizorii.

Ieri am dat ca exemplu MApN (am scris, din greșeală MAI, am corectat) de unde dispar anul acesta cca 6 miliarde de euro. Bani cu care s-ar putea achita toată suma pentru cele 32 F35 contractate. (Mă rog, suma a crescut de la 6.5 miliarde în 2023 la 7.2 în 2024 și va mai crește, probabil se va dubla). Câte 32 de F35 la prețul din 2023 în fiecare an vreau să spun.

Prima pagină din anexa 3 din Legea Bugetului de Stat pe 2025, secțiunea MApN. 42 de miliarde total cheltuieli (care pot merge până la 108 cu așa zisele "credite de angajament", o formă de bugetare multi-anuală), minus 12 miliarde cheltuieli personal (salarii), 30 miliarde lei adică 6 miliarde euro. Nici nu vreau să calculez cât ar fi cu credite de angajament.

Bineînțeles că MApN nu vede acești bani. Ei sunt puși doar așa în bugetul lor, pentru a justifica suma de cheltuieli totală pe toate ministerele de 499 de miliarde, cu care se calculează deficitul, și este deturnată în altă parte.

11:32 Like during the weekends prior to siding works that lasted approx.. 2 months, a very loud base has been started at the next building, vibrating the long living-room wall. It stopped right now? No that was the end of a "song".

1:40 PM Went to check for poops. The Latino at E8, today other than Yamada though looking kinda similar (possibly a double) came with the dog and stood there unmoved for about 5 minutes so i gave up.

There was a big jug filled with garbage in front of our back windows, i threw it in the garbage. In front of the dumpster there was a sac with food items, some partly usable (not fermented, looking neat though most expired). I tried to grab it by the strings, and it broke very easily, spilling all content on the ground. Now got to get a bag of my own and retrieve those items.

2:50 Angela got out of the bed and came in the living which means we are leaving soon, the man finally stopped the music, after about 4 hours. I myself slept about 5 hours last night, after finishing that post, awoken by poop smell.

BTW i picked the last one about an hour ago, but that does not mean there did not bring more in the meantime.

3:00 I opened the news oh boy. Here are some of the transferences i spotted right away.

Geology of the Himalayans (i do not agree with current Tectonic Plates theories, rigid plates to not bend).

The story of Buddha the Cherriff.

Daily, hourly poop.

Every time i talk something about Jews, now the Sheriff of nothingham, something happens in Israel. I started to believe they started all this war in Gaza with the only purpose to have emotional subjects to cover mine, on demand, with fake hostages and everything.

7:45 I ran into a philosophical debate at Fred Meyer wither Seltzer (an Austrian name) is soda. To me it has always been. Basically both are carbonated water, however diet soda has citric, phophoric acid and aspartam.

I discovered those about a year ago. Flavored seltzer they call it. It is carbonated water with a bit of citric acid and a vague flavor. To me, difference is name only.

Could not find it at Fred Meyer (A Kroger company). It has been years since nobody asked me in a grocery store if i needed help. However, this time, a very tall woman, in her 20s, could have been a basketball player in her country (i won't say which,  you may guess) swinging in a hypnotic way came and asked if i needed help and i asked her where is the flavored soda cause this is how i knew about it. The concept in my mind.

Then she asked if i wanted Seltzer. To me, Seltzer is in one litter or two litter bottles, and i knew where it was. And i said: "(what i'm looking for) is like seltzer with a bit of flavor however it's in cans. And she was looking at the shelfs, the same way i did but kept saying "i don't know what  you're looking for".

I finally left and found my flavored soda at the end of the isle, or perpendicular on it. Twice as expensive as at WinCo. What i do is i pour three quarter water (Crystal Geyser, ozonated) and one quarter flavored soda and this is how i hydrated myself these days, cause diet soda is actually killing my stomach because of the phosphoric acid (and Methyl L-α-aspartyl-L-phenylalaninate aka aspartam) that makes it taste and smell a bit like gasoline because of that benzene ring in molecule).

The brand is of course, Polar, the store is owned by Kroger, what do you expect.

Grabbed my soda, 3 bottles of Crystal Geyser and went to the self check stands. Chose one at the end of the row of six because it is closer to the exit. One tall very German looking guy came and pretending he was grabbing some baskets stood next to me and supervised the whole process and did not leave until i left.

When i got outside i carefully checked the receipt. It has happened to me in that store that due to distractions created in purpose for me to forget to check items.

8:36 First i thought it was fireworks at the construction (city) site. But i went to look and saw a number of teenagers, maybe 15-20 of them around the tree at our windows. In the complete dark, with flashlights, they hanged high (maybe from 25 ft) in the tree something like a balloon maybe with hands and feet and they move it up and down and hit it with sticks. I saw a Japanese girl made to look like a blonde for God's sake.

I think i saw this at birthday parties in videos and when that thing brakes candy pour out of it and this is what they do now that i write, the balloon broke and they pick up candy from the grass after hitting that balloon with sticks for 15 minutes. I hope they don't pick something else from the grass, of the color brown.

9:25 It was all coordinated. Earlier i picked the wet towel from the rail. The man upstairs left. "The kids" came and hit that balloon for like 15 minutes, making big noises that shook more dust from the building and the result is now i'm in pain and all perspired.

In the meantime i imagined a little physics experiment. Since they say the water vapor that comes out of the mystifier is electrically charged, that means it should be influenced by a magnetic field (charged particles in motion, right?) That neodymium magnet holds 27 pounds on a flat contact steel surface.

First application i can think of is thrust vectoring in fighter planes but without the sophisticated, expensive nozzle. If what's coming out of it is plasma and is electrically charged one way or another.

11:00 Mda au dat asta acum fiindcă tipul amintește de...

12:40 Mda e tare muza care zâmbește suferitor, o știu din Cațavencii, îmi amintește (o mică deformație profesională) de portretul acela al lui George Sand cu Chopin și de o tipă cu figură de englezoaică care acum e chiar în Anglia. Și puțin și de Joan Baez. E tipul acela de femeie. What?

7:00 Until this week some "Mexican" guy did that job. After Steve left in vaccation, Sergey started the big moves and asked Angela to do it, than another woman, yesterday was the regular guy, today, that i wrote the other woman could not do the job not being trained, today they asked, one of the two sisters i also wrote so much about, just to prove. It all depends to what extent they do it in one day. They could show her a few operations to do all day long.

Again the official supervisor is a spectator.

I so tired how much i heard the two sisters. Most likely not Vietnamese but Japanese.

7:20 I had no idea! Transportation with so many cars coming from Japan? Some on reddit say 80% and i tend to agree though lately i see Korean in numbers that sugest more than 20%.

7:40 Might have heard earlier the door opening and closing while i was in the bathroom.

12:40 BTW Did you know Victoria Principal was born in Japan and she is probably Japanese?

12:55 I am not sure of this match because she came out coincidentally on a search on a name of an actress but i think is good enough to prove she may be not Chinese.

1:20 AM Never knew they were such weird geological formations in Romania! How are they called?

10:45 Looks like retaliation for what i posted yesterday about visa-waiver. Rostaș is a 100% Hungarian name. 40.000-400.000.

I think these are way too many details about investigation released in media. Clear picture of a child. And i don't believe they have the expertise to make that determination about his nationality on the spot. The guy does not look Romanian to me.

By the promptitude of this news, talking about an arrest that happened Monday but fitted with numerous details about what i posted yesterday, including a pokemon, the guy dressed clean with shirt, others, i allege it may be all fake. Like all the shootings in times i can remember.

A blue eyed Buddha pissed skinhead sheriff? (i thought they were only Jews in Florida). Who is investigating sheriffs for gross abuse, FBI?

In the US sheriffs are locally elected so they may be politically motivated.

12:10 PM Just for the records, the man seems of Austrian origin, which explains the name. Hakini mudra.

Press conference with two guys, no visible press, "since 26", uploaded 5 hours ago. They got information from outside the county just in time to catch him inside though after he robbed a jewelry store though the owner of the store was not sure (how about a quick inventory of the rolls). Phrases that do not make sense, accusations in the media. Also Eastern European owner name. Employees were on guard because he was very handsy.

They believed but did not know what they were getting into (good old fashion police work). He stole on 10000 necklace but he traveled with his family and 400000 worth of jewelry on him (stuffed in a pokemon) and loads of money.

12:55 How about the State of Romania hiring some lawyers to sue this individual, his Sheriff's Office and all the media agencies involved for defamation?

As for the organized crimes committed by a minority (austro-hungarian) against the US in the name of politics in their originating countries, like false declarations, inventing all this story we should all leave it to FBI. If they can read what i posted here.

Evident că olimpicii noștri nu știu de așa ceva. Ei plutesc, puțin cu capul în nori.

1:25 Today they emptied the dumpsters. I went and threw some baking soda in the dumpsters. At the first one, one guy came from a distance and i turned around after i picked some corn cobs from the alley and met with him. He was like 100 ft when i threw the baking soda. At the third one a woman was sitting next to it (ignoring the stench and then she showed me her butt) so i passed. I expect retaliation for that first guy. 

He went to pick his kid from the daycare (in an apartment) at D5, met with him and his toddler as i came back from the last dumpster. Yeah it was all predictable, i was committed to do this after they emptied those on Thursday.

BTW there is a new mat thrown at the W dumpster (bin) right after they picked garbage today.

1:30 There is no way i get out of the apartment and something does not happen. Earlier i went to smoke, and the woman at D7 came with her dog, silently. I heard a noise, turned my head but did not see her though she was there!

1:43 All City Halls in Romania are on strike! (Local Administration is paid for by Central i guess).

1:45 Se numește transferanță (transference, bine cu o generalizare a definiției), în cazul ăsta de la o persoană de interes, țintită, la alta). După ce eu m-am plâns de inutilitatea lui ca ambasador.

2:40 Yesterday i complained about the mailman slamming the mailboxes as hard as he could, no mail for us today.

6:50 Woke up to the smell of poop. Ran out of bags so i walked all the way to the street to grab some from the dispenser. One sexy Hungarian started to walk in front of me with her dog, passed the dispenser and went in the woods behind the complex. Went and grab some, one sexy Latina started to walk in the same time with me, giving me triumphal smiles from time to time. No matter how fast i walked she would keep up with me.

The whole complex smells like, it mostly from the bags on top of the dumpster next to office. I picked two huge ones on the opposite side of the building.

Came back, i wanted to change the oil filter. But for that, i needed to heat the engine. So i went around to heat the engine, 3 kids were waiting for me here at a corner. Went under car, loosened the filter again, but when i wanted to go change it, 4 kids came and stood close to the car so i gave up.  Now i think i hear them at the window in the back.

I went under car, change filter, the moved in an area behind the car where i could see their legs, moving. I changed the filter, it was easy, but i made a mess on the panel under, from being nervous. Went to get the pump to pump the oil from the engine (newest method, no messing with the plug required). A guy pushing an ice-cream car (never saw this before, usually was with vans) came behind my car and all the kids came for ice-cream. And my oil is cooling down and won't flow through tiny tubing.

8:05 I am done with the oil. Went to take the garbage, dumpster is stinking bad despite of my baking soda (put a little, was shy from bullying) and saw a bag knotted superficially, similar to the one i saw two days ago.

About 7-8 pounds, it had in it some pellets, heavy, of regular size, about the size of appearance of medium dog poops. However i was curious and smelled it and then i saw from closer it was solid pellets and had a weird smell, possibly chemical. I put it in that grocery bag and knotted it anyways.

10:20 Avioanele F16 primite din Norvegia prezintă indicativul MLU ceea ce înseamnă Mid Life Update, adică echivalent cu Block 50/52 care nu mai sunt curent în producție. Bulgaria va primi Block 70, o nouă generație de F16. Diferențe. Radar mult îmbunătățit, practic luat de la F22, alt motor, structură îmbunătățită și mai mult decât orice, noi.

În mod curios, sunt mai scumpe decât un F35. Marea diferență? F35 nu sunt suficient de agile pentru o luptă de aproape (dogfight), dar pot angaja avioane inamice la distanță dincolo de pragul de vizibil.

România a plătit 500 milioane pe 32 de avioane expirate din Norvegia. MApN a avut (teoretic) bani de la buget în fiecare an pentru a cumpăra avioane competitive. Anul acesta de exemplu a avut 42 de miliarde (până la 108 cu credite de angajament, un tip de buget multianual), din care 12 miliarde au fost salariile. 6 miliarde de euro în versiunea 42 (fără credite de angajament). Ce Dracula fac ei cu banii?

10:40 Angela still has problems at work. The woman who replaced her at selective solder who is also not a machine operator could not do the job and after many hours of training... Angela says the plot is too complicated for her to describe, i mean her daily hell but she thinks the whole situation was created artificially against her.

 
Enough to say, like all previous supervisors (4-5), the current one is a spectator, work schedule, or the most important job of a supervisor job there is always done by one of the two leads ("who know how things work") and the main one, Steve Eaton, is in vacation. The current supervisor has a very impressive resume on linkedin but there are rumors he had been fired at the last job. So he has to listen to the leads.

None of the previous supervisors could actually take over the job from the leads, and they all left too soon.

11:55 Upstairs. The three ladies i saw so far are gone and now there's a guy, young and full of energy, who stomps on occasions, however is not  heavy enough to squeak.

11:50 Cum să rezolvi o problemă falsă, sau care există decât în mintea unui jurnalist nepriceput de la playtech, pe un link în Realitatea, locul unde Anca Alexandrescu îl face praf tot timpul și de atâți ani pe Coldea, iar Georgescu este la el acasă. Care jurnalist nu s-a obosit măcar să dea un google search înainte de a se interesa pe la asiguratori (lăudăm efortul)? Simplu, scrii. Iar și iar.

Da am fost și eu terorizat de ideea asta până într-o zi când am încercat. Nu poți să pui motorină într-o mașină pe benzină, fiindcă nu intră chestia. Invers e mai puțin periculos, mai ales dacă te prinzi imediat. 

12:30 Sfântul Ilie dregător de buget de la Guvern.

1:05 What?

9:51 It is customary in Europe and not only for photographs from time to time to frame leaders like this, making them appear like with an aura, like saints, but this is a different subject i will try to treat separately. Sfântul Ilie (name of current Prime Minister in picture above) in Romanian Orthodox Church is equivalent to S.Elijah for Catholics.

He started a crusade against the deficit of budget in Romania, apparently not having a clue in economics. Several political analysts of all spectrum have already confirmed it. The image above taken from a site is a parody by itself.

But could not have imagined it would trigger an episode like this. Also combined with what i wrote about casino lawyer Rychlak yesterday, co author of "Pacepa" book Disinformation (figure).

A tiny catholic school that is not showing on a general search on google maps was chosen both for easiness of faking and proximity to the Russian Museum of art, with Richfield Police closest. Next to Saint Powel.

Me complaining daily about Dominicanis, a Catholic sect, with their weird dog rituals apparently performed here in this complex.

All for semantic superseding or repressing information.

God help us all.

(Click on an image, scroll with mouse wheel)

10:10 While i was composing the above (yes i don't know how to make it in other ways, (like layers maybe), the mailman came and with all the authority of his official job started to slam the boxes so hard while opening and closing them it shook dust from the screen of the open kitchen window (because i am drying laundry) and the walls, bringing some redwood dust here.

Also shaking the garbage in the dumpsters that BTW are full with huge sacks with already fermented garbage brought from somewhere else.

Some people were unnecessarily hitting stuff (don't know what exactly) in the lot, i started the recorder, they started an ambulance siren.

Yes nothing is real here, i started to believe they all have fake jobs, just to have a place to go and come from and fill the streets with cars with weird license plate numbers.

11:30 This is when i went to kitchen area to fix something to eat.

11:40

11:55 Right on! (Eurotica) 

The drummer is Japanese ?  

12:50 This is where i left to pick the poops and for a walk. However i came back.

1:00 PM Există un precedent, care a fost un abuz asupra Constituției. Angajarea răspunderii nu a fost gândită (spiritul legii) pentru folosiri frecvente. E ca și cum ai confirma guvernul de 5 ori la rând. Mai mult decât atât. Nu cred că nici măcar AUR nu va depune 5 moțiuni de cenzură. Deci e vorba de legi adoptate automat.

3:30

 
They got the same AC type as mine! (Of all Japan Embassy in Washingtong looks like a bunker). Touring the US? What for?

4:00 PM Room is full of electrified dust. The blowers just passed. One of them, totally masked, the other could be a Latino like from Brazil. I was at the window, looking. They did not blow directly twoards the building. But they went at the stairs were i could not see from the window and blew the dust towards the building and the result is the same, dust on the horizontal boards.

By vibrating the door with two blowers simultaneously, some of the dust made it inside, gave me some pain.

4:55 Andrei Muraru, un viezure speriat și fomicios(stânga), sătul și arogant (dreapta), spectator în ambele înfățișări, o asemănare ca ilustrare a dificultăților pe care le întâmpin, o invitație la îngăduință și aprofundare.

Se pot vedea diferențe de vârstă, distanță focală, lumină, expresie, etc..

5:55 I was craving a cigarette for hours. Waited until they took their pickup from the front of our building. The guys with landscape. By that time it was stinking real bad like dog poop. Went for it. I don't know if i said already, they moved the SW bing back into its place which means closer and they started to feed it with open bag poops.

So i went by the smell, found two open bags and knotted them. A big "Latino" with a neon vest passed behind my back when i was trying to retrieve one that was out of reach. On his back it was written "Quick Fix".

A brown teen i have not seen before came towards me hitting the bushes with a stick (possibly raising the dust that settle on them earlier after they hit the dust with a mower). Then he started to yell like a desperate looking in the direction of our apartment. "Come home!" "Come home!" many times.

I think he got me more irritated with that fresh dust. For what was about to come. Then i looked in that direction and i saw at the balcony on top of ours a woman in short shorts, laying on a comforter, reading a book.

A third one so far (saw a red painted hair one, yesterday, a blonde one and now the brunette). I went further about my (dog) business, saw two girls, one brown, one white comming most likely from building D last entrance when i see girls hanging on the stairs many times. They were reluctantly following the guy, passing me.

I picked some fresh, stinking ones, and saw the two guys living at E8... coming home on foot. They were both dressed with shirts, like coming from an office job. I went to the bin, one of them passed me with a dog (after he went inside), going to the grass right after i picked the poops.

I was tempted to give him a bag, one from those i picked from the pet station at the entrance of the complex but i gave up. (Went later and saw he did not live one this time) and his dog was much smaller than i saw with him in the past. I think he looks like Yuji Yamada.

From the alley came another guy, taller, with another dog and went at the same entrance (not sure if the one he came with). I think he looks again like... I went to smoke. I remembered she was in the balcony, so i stayed near the car.

However, soon she came down the stairs so i moved to smoke in the back (after i looked in the balcony to make sure she's not there).

She started her car (a different one from the two i saw so far) and left. However when i put my cigarette out and started to climb the stairs she appeared, walking on foot and she was talking to someone on the speaker phone: "He is right in front of his car" like where i was a moment earlier.

While i was writing here one of the two girls picked earlier by that brwon guy with the stick passed my balcony, going back to where she came from D5-10.

It all took like 15 minutes, less then the time needed to write it here (6:17 now).

7:00 PM Definitely not drywall. However, not all o them are brutalist. (A bit confused here). Never mind, the bunker like building is the Chancery (offices).

Question. Were the guys blowing the parking lot today on diplomatic passports as well?

7:10 Yeah i'm getting tired of it. Every time i look back, google AI has changed the answer. Can't do screenshots all day long, sorry.

10:47 Do you know what's the saddest part of getting old? Besides your brain feeling like you're 20 and your body looking weird with hanging skin under arms, puff belly and tits, varicose veins, black feet, no hair, no teeth etc. and "acking all the time"?

It's when you read articles where authors have to explain to young audiences things that were common knowoledge 30 years ago, when they were not pokemons handed to kids at McDino but small plastic dynousaurs?

7:50 AM Misterul se adâncește într-adevăr. Am găsit și această postare a Salvamont Argeș care spune că mașina s-a rostogolit (overturned) 200 metri. Am introdus coordonatele respective în google.

În ultima poză (galerie foto) de azi, mașina e oprită într-o poziție neverosimilă. Adică a căzut într-o prăpastie de 800 metri și s-a oprit într-o pantă de 45 grade? Dacă folosesc rigla de măsură în google 

Earth, aflu că 800 metri (adică aproape 1 km) sunt undeva în dreapta, în mijlocul pădurii dar nu văd nici o prăpastie. Adică mașina s-a rostogolit 800 metri prin pădure?

(Navigați în Google Earth folosind mouse-ul și roata mouse-ului iar pe latptop, pad-ul. Roata schimbă zoom-ul, middle click sau shift combinat cu drag schimbă unghiul, drag simplu direcția, iar pe laptop, drag cu un deget schimbă direcția, două degete  schimbă unghiul, pinch, zoom-ul. Puteți vedea orice zonă de pe planetă folosind coordonate sau chiar nume).

Prăpastie mai mare ar fi în stânga drumului dar ca să facă 800 metri trebuia să treacă peste adâncitura aceea săpată de apă care mai are și niște copaci.

3:50 First tellable story with the new people upstairs. There have been more like synched noises, synched toilet flushing since they moved. I went to smoke. She came down the stairs but don't know where she went. I noticed there was a blue lighter (identical with the three i own bought from Chinook every time i forgot them at home) on the ground in  front of my patio and i thought it was one of mine and picked it.

I had two in my left hand between fingers together with the jar i use as ashtray. So she picked it from between my fingers. I told her i hoped it was hers cause i might have mixed them up.

Earlier. Angela came home for work and garden, it was the time, i heard when she shot the car's door and looked and saw the car in the spot. What i didn't see (can't see the door from kitchen's window) was painting being done at door (they taped the door first thing in the morning and painted it last) also could not hear because of a compressor in the distance. So i pushed the door only to see that cute Latina painting and she smiled at me and said "it's ok".

Then when i smoked i noticed the door frame was (maybe) not finished and saw a guy walking by and i asked him but he did not answered me.

Angela at work. I said many times before, after i once wrote, her dream job was SMT, they trained her and let her work on the SMT machine alone for about one and a half year. Previous to that, they were three people rotating at that machine because it involved much walking. They had alternate jobs for rotating, like the "the selective solder".

Angela who at the time begged Steve (acting supervisor) to let her alternately work at selective solder because of too much walking (she had a step counter, was doing up to 5-10 miles a day) but he did not want to.

I have no words to describe how much Angela suffered at this job, mostly because of Seve Eaton, who looks like a medieval history teacher in Hungary.

Both jobs, SMT and selective solder are machine operator jobs (better paid).

Then when Angela got fasciitis and bursitis in both legs because of two much walking (got a doctor's restrictions), they demoted her from machine operator to whatever, associate.

Steve is in vacation and today his replacement as lead asked Angela to finally do selective solder, on a summary 5 minutes training and she refused because she is not a machine operator.

Angela is eating, the guy like almost every time started his black BMW making a thunder noise with his exhaust.

4:50 Needless to say. One of the recent (from the numerous past HR managers) left after i posted this.

4:55 Yeah how many times we had to hold our breath because of Steve Eaton? But he is smart, he delegated another guy to screw her while he is on vacation.

5:20 I know what this is all about. Yesterday i have been cursing the name of that fat bastard Rychlak all day in my mind, thinking he is the reason for our sufferance (and comming with winning the green card lottery) in the US.

I remember after i moved at Sussex (Village Apts. in Beaverton) one of the (converted to neo-Protestantism guy like so many other Romanians in Portland, there are thousands of them in Portland) told me there is another securist (from Securitate) who came here and wrote a book. (Now) i think he was referring to Pacepa.

But it wasn't only me. The whole Pacepa incident was used by Ceaușesc as pretext to starve and humiliate all Romanians for the next 10 years. Think about the starving millions when you eat your next lobster, Fat Bastard! (so happy i could tell it to him while he's still alive!). 

No way a semi-analphabet opportunist who jumped ranks during Soviet occupation, little rat Securitate general from Romania could have written anything, in Romanian or English. They keep promoting this about me for God's sake. People show on T-shirts with something written in places i go and then try to see the reactions on my face to see if i can read.

I spoke with some of them on "random" occasions (nothing ever in my life was random). They were all so idiots (or simulating as Hungarian actors, this one was a writer, which could explain it) fearful for their well paid away from Hungary privileged positions and not having any real power they could not possibly pose any threat to US and west who probably knew through their secret services more about what was happening in that country than them.

Now they re-iterated Angela job thing so i forget about him. They do this all the time, escalate a situation to cover it with another. Just like in the song. Classic bullies.

It did bother me a lot, the accident in the mountains in Romania as it is not the first to respond to one of my (re) posts, (this happened within days after i re-posted this, featuring a girl with my last name) and they are all fake and predate the emotional, covering real things and i had this feeling something is wrong and it was. Facts do not verify like in so many other recent symbolic accident and deaths in Romania.

Like the mishap yesterday on 217. The cone machine was hidden behind a hill.

The japs who do all these as realAI simulation on their supercomputers using thousands of actors, cars, on field, know so little about European way of thinking (And to me it looks like there is not one single chance they will any time soon).

After they took control of the world, they just keep bullying and terrorizing whole societies with their actors but they are doing so discretely, obeying the ancient rules of infiltration, the world, the Americans, Europeans, Russians, name it have no clue what is happening which is everybody's advantage (except for the 2 million Rusians who died, other millions who died in WWII and subsequent Asian wars) so we all keep going on!

5:25 Since i complained about Angela being psychologically and physically tortured at work for so many years, they now dispatched their kids in the backyard to make hellish noises while Angela went to sleep (push it some more).

7:00 Yesterday after that near accident i heard in the car a black guy singing the purest country song ever (Black eyed country as opposed to blue eyed soul). A few songs further in top 100 of 73 i guess, i heard a black man singing some sort of funk that can be easily mistaken for rock metal!

What do we know, people were having real fun back then in the rolling stone age.

8:03 Was bothered by the smell, went and found a few but when i went at the dumpster i found a bag with several pounds of them, obviously brought from somewhere else, impossible to knot well. So i came inside to grab a bag to contain that one, but guess what. They came with the ice-cream machine and stopped right next to the dumpster, playing its stupid music.

Also i saw outside a fat, shirtless guy, with hair and coque, remind of Fat Bastard. The old quantum rule, suppress information by doubling. But how and where from they brought him so fast?


8:50 This post is getting too long, still trying to add one more little thing in it. I won't correct this entry since it seems a legitime Freudian slip and i am also not sure what i wanted to say.

Can you read a book with someone? But no, had no time to even think to read it. Maybe i should try to order it and read it on paper (haven't done it in decades) and then we'll talk?

Hypocrisy comes from my yoga guru. He kept telling me (for years) every time i was opening my mouth that i am too boring, should try and say something else and keep my thoughts to myself. In time, i brought it to an art.

This of course also brought a whole bunch of problems, together with hesitant talking which is normal for a second or third language speaker. As soon as i start talking people start thinking i'm not being honest which is a big problem in the US where people seem so direct. Being hesitant is a first sign you're a liar, right?

Being a different person when i write, could seem hypocritical but lately i started so see that i start to talk the way i write which is good. Being more sure of myself is the first benefit. Being more of myself when speaking English, that is a huge one. (BTW just swapped the last two paragraphs, twice, which is possible only when writing on a computer, not even on paper you don't  have this luxury). Parentheses. Structuring on levels. Love those.

11:00 I remember when in school or HS teachers would ask us to write short "compositions" at Romanian class. One would not believe how important are those to exercise language and communication skills. Teachers, keep doing that!

But for second languages speakers things are getting complicated. We use different parts of the brain for communication which i believe are not "spares". Especially for such a melodic language as English which basically uses different vowels and/or consonants then other European languages, including German, French etc.. So we take resources from other tasks just for speaking which could be a problem starting with communication itself. This is the reason writing is much easier to me.

Everyone who reads a lot should start writing because they develop lots of inner thoughts, ideas and opinions. There are so many things you can try and correct in your life or world.

Enough reasons to try writing more than a paragraph on a social network, see how it feels! I guarantee it would be awkward at first!

In my case i imitate in my mind the many conversations i had in the past during parties with many people. I am imagining those persons in front of me, asking questions, me answering, telling stories, listening to stories, things like that. It started one day when i was driving and started to imagine what the persons i missed from Romania would say to this or that.

It was about the same time when i started to understand most of the lyrics in songs heard on the radio etc.. I think this song was the turning point. It was around  the time when i started to translate this poem.

The emptiness you feel temporarily when you're done and you've done it right. Like the thoughts you put in writing have left you. The re-reading, for collecting the mistakes. What would you think if it was written by someone else?

At first, while driving, all in my mind. It took me about ten years to finish it. All while driving. It took so long mostly because i did not believe it can be done. But the original was embedded inside of me since HS and i knew it was better than many song lyrics i was listening at. Then i translated the rest. About 33 of them. It was about the time i started blogging.

12:20 AM Just picked the last one. Angela fell asleep. Upstairs they are still agitated.

12:25 24 hours, full swing. With the past one, would tone down a bit after uploading a sound recording.

9:43 AM Show must go on... Ionuț Moșteanu... Nici o șansă de supraviețuire...

1:15 PM Saturday night i saw a woman with a T-shirt with the name Taylor Swift on the back and T was caught in a wrinkle making it appear ayl, like in Aylwin. I shouldn't have post it about, it was a trap.

Today the squeak started again upstairs after 3 months since KKK left giving room to siding work. Dry wood floor on dry wood beams. I remember once i cooked for hours and humidity raised in here and the squeak become more muffled so I put the mystifier in the bathroom hoping it would raise humidity a bit so it will stop squeaking.

1:35 PM Yeah i forgot to check the sign at the door when i left for my walk today, and came back after a window of about 15 minutes with the computer on and everything. Was wondering what was going to be the consequence and i think now i know.

1:43 Here is the opposite. Steam from leaky driers pipes in the basement wet the floor from underneath and the fiberboard part of it bulges to the point is hard to walk on. It blooks the door of the closet near bathroom.

6:00 Last thing first. Just came from WinCo and yes i had soda and cookies among other stuff i bought.

Yes i returned from the check stand because i forgot my frozen burritos. 3 of the girls from neighborhood speaking a shy, short phrases, unconvincing Spanish, looking Japanese disguised in Spanish, were like usually when i come with groceries waiting for me in front of where i parked.

I waited in the car for a while, it was getting hot, i thought they left but they just went in the back of the car staring at my trunk. I think one of them had a dog called Yami and she called it by name. Then they left.

Earlier. One real Spanish woman made a weird noise in a car behind me and then she gave me a big smile. It was a joke. Very rare. As i was smiling, a black young woman came at the next car, smiling. To me. these are rare occurrences, resembling more human relations i forgot about a long time ago.

Earlier. At the checkstand a man with a baby in a stroller and a woman looking European or better say Hungarian behind him in line. They were 4 or 5 stands open and i had too much stuff for the self stands. I stood in line and then an old Japanese guy with a big long white beard (another rare occurrence) came and he was with that woman, and stood between me and the baby.

During my last trip to Reno i got ant the late 70s/early 70s top one hundreds and some of the songs repeat as being in tops for more than one year and i started to memorize them.

Needles to say, i vaguely remember the tunes (not the lyrics of course, just the attractive melodicity of English language) as i was listening to them as i was a kid. Some things never change.

Though relatively rare, you could hear those several times a day at the National Radio in Romania (the only one we were catching back in my town). BTW until now that i read the lyrics i thought this song was about a baby pelican (papa can, mama can, baby can).


As for this one, it seemed coming out of a programable instrument (due to precise, inhuman like tempo) but they all swear it came out of a Moog. So innovative it challenges some of the AI done songs today.


If i wasn't in pain these probably could not have stopped laughing when i heard this song for the first time. Cause it didn't make it though the bad communist censorship i guess.


BTW Have a drink have a drive, go and see what you can find, if her daddy's poor do whatever you feel... BTW i got to drive back to WinCo cause my cravings have just changed.


10:10 Did the rounds. Came inside. Took my own garbage. When i was walking towards the dumpster i felt the intense smell of fermented poop. Lately there are garbage bags on top of open poop bags. Though i turned some bags earlier, could not find any. So i turned one next to the rim and found one, under, wet with liquid from the bags on top. It has been up to 92 degrees here today.

One more thing. In the last months or so every time i knot some, somebody comes at the dumpster, to pretend maybe i throw them because of them, otherwise would have taken them with me for some purpose. Thing is due to the presence of bags outside, especially next to the big tree on the other side of the building, inside here it smells always like it, including car, our dogs, even suitcases.

10:25 Earlier i had to drive north on I5 and 217. On I5 a guy in a pickup with windows so tinted you could not see inside (what matters most is nationality or race) harassed me for a while. Then i merged on 217 and after the second hill... My car is very low (for aerodynamic purposes, fuel economy), i can't see over a hill like someone on an SUV can.

I was driving towards sunset. One SUV trailing a big boat passed me on the right, speeding. Was staring at the boat when i saw, suddenly after i just passed that hill, some flashing yellow lights some 100 ft in front of me. A big truck though kinda low or the lights were low was stationed there blocking the lane as they finally pick the cones that have been there for years.

Yes, it looks nice now with three newly asphalted lanes, but it's been hell for the last 2-3 years. I saw it was in the last moment i could avoid it by switching lanes, i think i was doing 60 in a 55, did not have enough distance to brake.

Same goes with Tualatin-Sherwood Hwy. I walked 2 miles on it when, that day when i wanted the car, and saw it was all finished but the cones are still there. Some two weeks ago.

I guess they were waiting the end of this August to finally provide a relief to everybody.

11:12 No means no, right? Warning following song is rated R.

1:30 They were people in the alley when we got back home. Other people are talking in the backyard. Today it has been one of the worst days of the whole summer, with construction and thing. Every time i was getting out somebody would get in my way.

When i threw the poops i picked i noticed the dumpster smelled really bad. As i said before, no one could live in that building next to it. There was some broken glass in front of it, some turned to a fine dust. I tried to pick the bigger pieces.

Bur first i went and threw some backing soda in it (it was nearly empty). Done it before so it was predictable. Did not aim right, something or some people made me nervous, it went in one side only. Then i went the second and the third time. The third time i aimed higher so the baking soda would fall and spread.

Three people, i think two men and two women passed by but they were far enough. Dressed in black, rather tall, some with hair painted green, looking like not living here.

It was an elaborate trap. They won't do anything "unprovoked".

In turn where we've been tonight in the parking lot or on the road someone sprinkled us with used litter dust. But pain started one hour after we left. Trouble is my eyes hurt all the way back here and was more like guessing the road.

I was thinking earlier. Would take one whole month to write here all that happened during one day today so i just gave up. Should at least have mentioned the episode with backing soda.

In the car i was listening the top 100s from the 70s and got to this song. If i did not see the name of the artist, would have sworn it was Tina Turner (it was the only version i remember). Is there anything these guys did not "steal in"?



Angela threw her clothes in the garbage (old jeans anyways). I put mine that stink in the washer. Trying to remember when i felt that smell, i think it was @Sheridan. When i got back in Newberg there was a cop hunting speeders hidden in the dark on a side of a road. I briefly saw him throw his window and i think it was the same who pulled me that day when they stole my sticker. Ordered a new filter for the car's cabin.

9:10 Lucky me. I was too tired last night when i remembered i didn't do my insulin shot. This morning i checked by BG and it is 178. Difference? I pulled the moldy carpet on top of the wall to wall carpet from living and exposed it to 100 degrees temperature outside and UV, used an UV lamp inside for one hour after we left, exposed other moldy objects like suitcases to sun and heat etc.. Used a nose decongestant twice in 24 hours.

Trouble is the wooden floor gets wet underneath from steam leaks from driers' pipe that go through basement.

I am hesitating to go outside because i know they are ready with the shows. Was just thinking of it, got to grab something from the car, started to hear a dog barking viciously in the back. BTW, i heard all morning like in the last few days the feral cats that are fed by some neighbors meowing like crazy because maybe they are in heat.

9:47 I wanted to write about this yesterday but i was still in lazy mode after that long drive. Besides, i had many other things to do and write these days.

I think i said it many times. Every Wednesday they come with 200 mph (320 kmh) blowers and blow the parking lot.



This Wednesday we came late at night from Reno, after a 554 miles drive. We noticed the next day a fine dust covering everything including the newly painted stair rails, walls, decs, windows screens, probably roofs too.

About 1-2 weeks ago after the finished doing siding (the first time) i saw two of the guys re-arranging disturbing the redwood chips with racks.

Some turn into a fine dust, especially by walking on them but the finest of it was set at the bottom. By doing so, they brought at the surface the finest dust. When they come with the 200 MPH over 100 dB offensive blowers they abuse it and blow the fine red dust too.

Redwood dust is very irritant and it gets inside. It is painful if applied on the skin. We both been very irritated in the last days. All these on top of what happened yesterday on the road and two month construction work on site and 6 months beyond within line of sight (city of Tualatin) with opening of the walls and exposing us to the mineral insulation dust.

This is how the siding looks after painting in an area they did not blow. (yes i took several attempts to take these pictures as people were moving closely around my entrance every time i tried). With the phone cause i can't find the camera.


This is how the dry, fine red dust looks like after being racked.

And this is how the siding looks where they did blow only once on the newly painted wall, in the same area from the picture above.

I knew about this for years now and for this purpose i bought a hose and was hosing the building every time after they blew it. But now they replaced some areas of the siding maybe implying it was my fault and i am reluctant to use the hose anymore.

This morning when i woke up they started a very noisy vehicle. The vibration from the exhaust releases the fine dust from the walls and screens, decks, stairs, into the air and some gets inside by under the door, through screens with open windows etc..

Yesterday we did a few loads of laundry. Heat from the drier together with sun (and heat from outside, it was over 100 yesterday) heated up the apartment and though we kept the windows open all night, temperature inside is 81 while outside is 74 at 10 AM so we still have the windows open.

I believe it is all intentional and retaliation for what i write as i am in pain right now because of the dust.

10:10 Every time i open the door to even look outside something is happening like people with dogs next to my door, people bending, people bringing taking kids from the daycare. If i look randomly outside through the window i don't see much activity. It is only when i go outside and they (their real AI) learned how to predict it.

10:20 Before they painted last week, the wall (siding) in front was painted blue.

10:20 The reason is so irritating. Redwood dust contains a large amount of tannins which are very resistant to rot and decomposing and also gives it the color red. I think the use or redwood chips around the buildings here is symbolic (red and blue).

After heavy rains (or once by testing the hydrant) the redwood chips flow in the alley and it is turned by the wheels of vehicles in a very fine dust. At least once i had to go and sweep it.

But in one year they put gravel (after the snow almost melted) and let it through the summer and it again turned into a very fine dust that was blown by the blowers. So i had no choice and went and swept it one day.

Yes it passes by the AC too. Any time one breathes in dust, it gets eliminated from the lungs through mucus in the esophagus, stomach and intestine, causing all kinda problems. One of the results is the numerous episodes of dysphagia i had, which is life threatening.

Yes i am in very much pain right now and have to go find an oil filter somewhere to change oil cause i believe the dust on the street yesterday also got into the engine. Got two, one from Amazon that says OEM on it and used this brand for years is counterfeit and the one i bought at AutoZone has a defect.

I think through weekly repetition and obvious intention, symbolism, persistence, reason (retaliation) this whole process described above qualifies as torture in any civilized country on Earth.

10:55 I remember my fist episode of dysphagia. It happened on a beach in front of several thousands people brough by a cruise ship in Astoria, i think in 2012. We walked on the boardwalk searching for a place to sit and eat. We passed a very angry Japanese young woman with backpack. We sat not far from a few cars with big exhaust, idling, possibly vibrating the sand. I ate and in the end chocked with a piece of apple. It lasted for about an hour or so.

The second one i remember was not long after i moved here (2015). The first old man upstairs looked like Pacepa, the guy who wrote that horrible book full of lies, Red Horizons, obviously written by that SOB "casino lawyer" Rychlak, officially co-author on his second book. (It takes many years of fine honing and immersing in a culture to be able to write like that).

Angela made fish and polenta with garlic sauce like right now and the man was walking on the floor upstairs, like all neighbors after him did, and the fish was dry and i chocked.

I went in the car thinking to go to the hospital, and he came and stood in front of the car, like a statue of a grand inquisitor, simulating trying to offer help which he probably would if i asked by since i did not he remained in the first frame. I went to the hospital parking lot and vomited some of it and then i tried to go and check in.

One big woman came and swallowed her saliva in front of me looking straight into my eyes and my body imitated hers through empathy or something (a form of shamanism or witchcraft or highly refined physio psychology or how should i call it) and i finally swallowed that fish clogging my esophagus and i went home.