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the supported the new divsion
but pushed to allow
a clause
due to the fact that open weight had no weight restrictions
it seemed unprofessional to have an open curtain were the show was
opened to everyone.
a certain criteria should allow a more suited decorium for those involved. the new standard would allow the term openweight to include combatants
up to 200 pounds to weight up before competition
as a way to show the differences and exploit the specticle. But it would also allow
openweight challenges that are restricted to heavyweight contenders. this allows heavyweights to be recognized as such using the open weight win?loss to tally-up
or sum up chances to receive World Championship oppurtunities.
Meaning open weightt title bout are only conteetion points for heavyweiughts. In order for a lesser weight challenge to be summed up, it has to be contested. Grappia-Dough ask's if it's fair.
the flute is as important as the tuba, might the bassoon be more prestege.
They requested a pork affal. they used cheap meat's and beef tallow skewered them with yellow squash and red bell peppers and garlic and onions they wrapped in pork skin and roasted them. three hours they roasted. based with a teriki sauce. Served up with roasted potaoes.
(On May 1 1960, at the very depth of the
Cold War, CIA pilot Gary Powers was shot
down over the central USSR. Here we are
imagining his conversation with a charge
d'affaires of the US Embassy. Powers
is threatening to go public on CIA
mismanagement and to tell all to the
Russians - the Igors and the Borises.
Powers died soon afterwards in a
helicopter crash.)
What's Thompson's game? He's sent a charge here?
He should have come himself. So, Mister Jinks,
I'm going to assume you're with the firm.
Tell you what happened? Why don't you tell me?
Okay, I didn't trash the Thunderbird -
but I was kinda busy, get my drift?
My face was pulling g's to beat the band
and if you knew the vehicle, you'd know
the seat ejects like bats fly outta hell -
explosive bolts. I'm falling vertically,
and spinning like a top, and if I get
alignments wrong by half an inch,
the console cuts my legs off when I spring.
So what? So this. I had things on my mind.
You want your secrets kept? So train us right.
Foresee contingencies.
The silver buck?
I chucked it. Threw it, as the chute came down,
but kept the pin. The Igors have it now.
Well fella, you got questions and to spare,
and I don't like the way they're shaping up.
Oh sure, you got your job to do. Me too,
remember? I'm the guy who got his ass
shot out the sky at sixty thousand feet!
I didn't buy the farm. Is that a sin?
Tell Langley I'm an Amish - what the hell?
I told them it's curare.
Get real, pal!
They may be Borises, but I won't have
some guy get stiffed because he pricked his thumb.
They'd find out anyhow. You bet I have!
I got more beefs than Texas. Pin 'em back.
Nobody thought it through, this turkey-shoot,
or what we'd do, dumb Joes like little ol' me
when Igor got us. Unprofessional!
Now bust your ass, and get me outta here.
When I get back, I'm gonna tell the world
how Langley hangs its fly-guys out to dry.
We got a First Amendment. Let 'em try!
I’ve misplaced my phone,
no I haven’t, I’ve lost it.
It’s nowhere in my home
and no matter where I look, I can’t come across it.
You’ve probably done similar things like that before
like leaving your car keys inside your car,
and then locking yourself outside your car door.
I lost my phone, wallet and cash within the course of a week
and then suddenly it hit me like an unexpected rain.
This is my unprofessional conclusion to all of my confusion,
Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain.
Much like the loved ones who witness the terms of pregnancy of their beloved,
they often experience sympathy pregnancy pains as if it were real.
When it comes to Sympathy Pain, Schizophrenia also has it covered.
IT got a huge helping of the Sympathy Pain deal.
I used to watch my poor son, stricken with this horrible thing,
pacing and laughing and talking without a care.
He seemed so happy and this picture would be perfect, if not for one thing.
He was carrying on with someone who just wasn’t there.
One day I happened to accidentally videotape myself.
I forgot that my camera was still recording me, but all just the same,
I once again caught a glimpse of my ailing mental health.
More Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain.
There I was just like he, rambling on endlessly,
talking out loud to no one. I was home all alone
and as if in a competitive race, just like he I would pace
with vocalized imagined conversations of my own.
Even though I realize that I was just talking aloud to myself,
and that unlike he, I was always aware, no one else was there.
Still, Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain creeps up on me with the greatest of stealth.
Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain will always be my cross to bear.
Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain will always haunt me and continue to remain
While My Son suffers with REAL Schizophrenia Pain.
In dating and relationships
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He was raised to believe that marriage is an affordability, where partners enter and agree to be at least faithful in acquisitions and procreation and such.As it where from her point of view a man needed to afford her as she wished and required certain thing, like her insectary required her to be person to what she believed she deserved..
He didn't believe such and said he barely even knew her and, she'd been evasive and excluded herself from doing certain things. Her believed she was using him, and he said that a right to be first, in there exclusive partnering entitled him certain things that he wished from her.From sub zero to zero wasn't easy he said , yet from zero to were ever they where then was the hardest obstacle he'd ever endured. He told her all he felt for her was love. He refused to be the guy who stood there and watched while others spoke of her as there's in unprofessional collaboratives.
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
I did boot up OS XP,
Did boost signal and built school website.
I did surf the net; accessed the school site
And published things right.
It’s for public Google eye and sight,
But critiques were posted left and right.
Slur Texts: u r ePAL… and unprofessional ….
In my program, it’s not that easy coding unknown data,
Unacceptable to an ordinary public figure as metadata.
When I traced critic’s IP address,
It seemed the mask known to me.
It’s not Shakespeare but it’s Joker!
If that runs my Windows,
The desktop might have a deadly icon;
The system infected by a worm.
It’s time to switch off wrathful attacks!
Now, trust me to hide your blogs and forms.
Themed based
takes the place
of sponsorship strategies
a consortium of things
that angles on the
possibilities
Wrong choices
selfish motives
and disobedience
are key points to began
instruction
each theme focuses on
person " Anyone"
who needs instruction
but does know
the right terminology to
illustrate what he or she needs
Thematism and Sponsorage
teaches terminology with
word usage and definitions
to separate
the confusion
of spoken words
in play or in day to day
communication.
We will take time
to find each genre were each
term is usaed and
define it's purpose.
Using the right word in
the right pretext
illustrates one's professionalism.
Incontext studies
will separate each term to use
words in the jargon and field
where it is surpassed to be.
For example Prise Mandel
is smart. But a person on his job
doesn't like him.
Instead of auguring with him
or fighting him
he uses his position as manger
to get Brice into trouble.
He put's Brice in charge of
management while he is on vacation.
He tells Brice that he is to
reopen the restaurant after hours
and asks Brice to
clean the grills and stoves before
inspection.
He tell Brice to write
the chore list under
the title " duty of the Flurrers".
Flurrer is a **** term. When
the District manager came
to review the books she see's
Brices entry in the Chore Ledger
under Duties of the Furriers:
and she instantly fires Brice for
being unprofessional. Brice has
now been seen as a joker, someone
unprofessional. And he doesn't
ed and worked
to achieve.
2026.06.26
What a bl...y blametastic
Of the City Melbourne library.
From Staff (P) who lied,
To the manager (A-M) who turned a blind eye,
Then, the Director (T) who repeated the same false allegations,
Finally, the Complaint Coordinator (J),
Who blabbed all the way.
Accusing me from threatened to request
To film the Makerspace,
When there was plenty CCTV in placed.
Yes, they found the Footage,
But could not make any comment on it.
Because, the evident incriminated them.
They used authority bias in making decisions
Distorted the facts in their investigations,
Misconstrued the facts and information,
Lack of communications and organisation skill.
None of them could provide a single evident,
Only generalised with own false statements,
How I was negative, disrepectful and disruptive.
I lodged many complaints with facts,
They never get back to clarify my findings.
Continued on using personal and undisclosed notes.
Wrote a formal letter without day,
Hard to follow without number of the page.
Repeatedly mentioning their goals and policies,
But inconsistence and contradicted practices.
Shame on them, with these authorities figures,
As Pauline Hanson said "Fire the liar,
Dumped them aside, make ways for others"
Shame on you City of Melbourne library,
Especially and the staff at the Makerspaces.
Today in an unusual way
Something is amiss
After a brief strong morning headache.
My wife, donning her internet nurse hat
Asking a google search doctor,
Opines it might be a ‘mild cognitive impairment’
(aka getting old but not yet demented).
But in the moment, which seems to be resetting
Again and again, it doesn’t seem so mild!
A stroke of genius, or luck, or just
A good old brain aneurism is hard to know,
But everything seems fresh and unfamiliar
And the handful of poems I’ve written in the past week
Appear utterly unfamiliar
As if somehow secreted onto my computer
By a prankster bot
Or written by an imposter
Who somehow got control of my body-mind
But then got evicted this morning.
At first I think I’m reading someone else’s words,
Or maybe something vaguely familiar
But miss-dated and really from a year ago.
My wife, the instant internet nurse practitioner,
Runs me through physical and mental tests
Before giving me her unprofessional okay,
Which just leaves me even more baffled
As I laugh as each moment,
While tracking the last,
Appears fresh, unique and distinct-ly now.
But with the worldwide web at her finger tips
She gives me the thumbs up
Which I guess is as reassuring as can be
Without an MRI,
Something we don’t yet have an app for.
But despite all this medical jargon
The image that actually comes to mind
Is a crack in the cosmic egg.
The question then being
Will a runny yolk emerge
Or a bright eyed little wet chick,
Maybe even a Garuda?
I’m hoping for the fledgling Garuda
But I guess only time will tell.
The present moment on the other hand
Just keeps her secrets.
My wife tries one last reassurance,
“There’s nothing wrong with you.”
You’re always like this
Being the implication.
Personally, I’m not ruling out the MRI…
(10/20/25)
A Concealed exercise concocted,
Wuhan Lab the playground,
secretive China obliges,
Western media consenting,
Medical experts silenced.
the age of censorship,
Dictators feigning incognito,
The diurnal and nocturnal schemes of top players,
A script before the scourge,
The drama of emergencies
A death unwarranted
alternative cure submerged,
Pharmacopia playing god,
opinions censored,
Freedom becomes a crime
Men afraid to die,
adorned in masks as domesticated vermin,
Socialist alarmed at Cowards
As dictatorship ascending in western democracy,
Ignorance elevated as advocate for CDC
Unending Speculation by tyranny
The weekly changing rules.
Connivers employing Fear,
Orchestrations and the Mournful diddy
Alpha
Beta,
Gamma
Delta,
and Omicron the game changer.
Controlling the world by unproven conjectures
First it was the Mask,
Then social distancing,
Sanitize, Isolation without empathy,
The numbers defiant,
The People's servants globally consenting to experiment
with the speed of a wing
The Lab Lords proposed a cure,
Greed conspired , the masses the guinea pigs,
Unverified Vaccine,
defrauding all of the liberty of Choice,
unprofessional medical rape,
breaking the Laws to invoke their Laws,
Rulers Turned scientists
Dictator found their Voices
compelling all to dine in an experiment
“safe and effective” the chorus of bias profiteers
Society divided.
“Vaxxed” VS “unvaxxed”
All Watching TV to form opinion.
Australia copies UK,
subjecting citizens to barbarism
America copies Australia,
senseless cohesion in place of Freedom,
France copying America,
Ignorant Cops abusive,
opposing sensible resistance,
The Truckers made a mark
though clamped down by tyrannical “emergencies”
The unending Jabs,
four times in Israel curing nothing,
A false sense of security,
The demand sales pitched
Experiment over, The Data concealed
To protect a Lie,
A massive Fraud,
The UK law breaker suspends mandates,
avoiding the sword of Damocles
And they all one by one taking turns
accepting failures while others in denial
ignoring the damage of trial
If one could be provided and sustained completely,
raised and educated by self maintaining computer machines
without ever having been exposed or aware of anybody
and live a life of complete solitary,
I believe that would increase the individual's longevity
even to the extent of immortality possibly
on the premise that we all do die eventually
due to life's ever ongoing tragedies.
Misery sucks the life out of you eventually
destroying your health gradually,
but if one has never experienced tragedy
or the strong hold of love's dependency,
there'd be no wear and tear on the individual's mind and body,
thus increasing the individual's life expectancy,
possibly even to the extent of immortality.
In any event, that's my unprofessional theory,
although I'm sure most will see it as delusional fantasy.