Nobody Flashes: Nobody’s News
Nobody Flashes
Okay.
There is no other way to say this: My life at the moment is FUBAR. Events surrounding my personal life have hit me like I was in a car and sideswiped by a MAC truck. That didn’t actually happen, but we all know that out of the blue, life can throw a numerous amount of disasters that need attention, and sometimes, healing. That’s happened and I must admit, I’m still getting off my knees and trying to get back on my feet, and so, I’ve had to limit my blogging to take care of my life.
The FUNNY part about this is…I’ve been blogging since the year 2000, and have about 75 daily readers….and when is my most popular day?
SATURDAY! When I post everybody else’s emails! Ha ha ha ha….This means that my weekly daily rants are really only read by a handful of people. Maybe..six or seven. Which, don’t get me wrong, those six or seven people are who I write for. And I love every reader of course and the comments and wisdom of you all.
I have tried to write things that you don’t hear on the news everyday. Most pundits just report what they read, and repeat the most popular view, and I have tried hard to find original thought and comparisons AND the obvious that most others have never bothered to even mention. Some weeks, I think I have succeeded in that. Other weeks, maybe not. You just keep trying, right?
You dear readers are great. YOU have put up with my horrible spelling, that even after four spell checks, are never caught, and I don’t catch them until the next day. I have a bit of dyslexia, which I suggest Microsoft get right on. If the ZIKA virus gets worse, they will need it for more of us out here suffering from the combination of brain damage and the public school system.
l also want to apologize for the habit of too wide of “spaces” between words…I know ONE friend of mine that says it drives him crazy. Luckily, he hasn’t disowned me yet. Why do I not see them before I post?
Because it’s usually one in the morning, I’m tired, and even with eyeglasses on, I don’t see the small print. LOL! okay, not funny. May I repeat: NOBODY’S PERFECT. Ha ha.
So, if nothing else, I will do a small bit on Saturday for a while…with an email for all the folks that come to see the emails
…and maybe a sort of Nobody Flashes Random thoughts from the week for a while.
I love you all.
Say a prayer for me…and for the country….and for the Pope, who CLEARLY is a committed communist and should be struck by lighting, to save the Catholic faith from destruction.
Thank you for your patience.
And in the words of John Adams:
Independence Forever…no more. No less.
Joyanna Adams
P.S…I will try to keep posting on Twitter…as it’s against my very DNA to remain completely silent.
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It’s Sunday. Yesterday we lost an icon, Justice Scalia, probably the most conservative voice on the Supreme Court, a great blow to the country. More about that tomorrow.
Today, I wanted to show where I was last week…a Missouri Nobody went to the sand of Arizona…for the first time. Having only seen Cactus’s in John Wayne movies, you can imagine how silly I was, when I saw my first desert and walked around all the desert rocks and plants in amazement saying things like…”Wow…look at THAT!” and “Where are the lizards?” “Where are the scorpions?” “Where are the wild horses?” I was MORE than annoying.
Nobody likes to note that Phoenix was VERY clean, the people were a lot nicer than the people here in the Midwest, and that’s mostly because there are very few natives, and the natives were complaining that it was too…HOT. (86 degrees) Yes, complaining to a couple who had just left Missouri where the temperature was 9 degrees.
Having said that…during rush hour they were…insane.
Anyway, Phoenix is a very pretty state, and CLEAN. They must have little desert gremlins with trash bags that come out at night and sweep.
Here’s some of my Arizona vacation:
Nobody: Look! Who piled up all those rocks?
Can’t see sunsets like THIS in my back yard.
Can’t find this sunset even from my FRONT yard.
Picture outside our hotel room…we couldn’t afford the golf cart.
Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fountain…and me.
Male cactus chases female cactus. Pretty exciting!
The new “Lights on the palm trees” mall look.
First homeland security didn’t do so well either.
To the natives no big deal. To a girl from MO…weird.
Priceless!
Going home…bye-bye Mountains!
Nobody’s Email: One of the Best Jobs in China
https://youtu.be/-V1cpzxBNII
Nobody Gets Email
Here’s a fun email…
How would you like to get 32,000 USD for taking care of pandas all day? It sounds too good to be true, but panda caretaker is a real job in China, at the Giant Panda Protection and Research Center.
“Your work has only one mission,” reports China Daily. “Spending 365 days with the pandas and sharing in their joys and sorrows. You need perseverance for this job.
It looks easy and fun right? I don’t know if I could do this 365 days a year…but it’s fun to watch…not too much cuter babies exist than baby pandas. Which makes you think: I bet there are a lot of human babies in China that don’t get this much love.
(Thanks to Mona)
Leave the Planet to the Dogs
Nobody Flashes Sunday Thoughts
Dear God,
Seeing all the beautiful snow, that is not falling on MY house, I nevertheless did have a somewhat depressing day: I was wondering why the human race seemed so insane, and as the day went by, one word kept sticking into my head;
INTERPRETATION.
Yes, It’s all how you interpret the poem isn’t it God? Your poem of wonderment. For instance:
I saw a billionaire CEO at Davos today, telling his interviewer that it wasn’t a good thing that all the wealth of the world was owned by the top 1 percent, but on the OTHER hand…he reminded the reporter that now, just about everybody in the world has a cell phone and everyone in the world is NOW connected! And that’s good! That was his interpretation of the world is right. Somebody else freezing in the cold tonight, with a dead cell phone that doesn’t work, wishes he was connected to his electric blanket. Someone wishes he could PAY his cell phone bill. Someone wishes it was a piece of toast.
While millions of people in the East Coast tonight are going without power, most of them are worried about the two or three paychecks they won’t be getting due to the snowstorm. On the other hand, Congress AND Hillary Clinton are blessing this God event, for Hillary is asking a delay to getting her emails handed over, and BOTH parties of Congress are trying desperately to give Obama the lone sole power to call troops to any place on the planet, including his own country…complete dictatorial power
Glenn Beck claims that Donald Trump will be the next Hitler, but remains silent on the fact that Congress is actually given OBAMA Hitler powers. Donald Trump has never killed anyone, nevertheless, Glenn Beck has killed many of his listeners because he did NOTHING but make huge fortunes peddling America as if it was his right to make money off the poor people who had nothing. Yes, Glenn Beck has become a very rich man peddling the Constitution as if it was his own personal document to sell and he owns the copyright. Only he and Ted Cruz can interpret it. They own the rights.
*****
A man sees a car wreck in the storm, goes to help, and because he says “We should call the police” he get shot dead by the very man he is trying to help. Black Lives Matter would interpret this as a good thing. White lives don’t matter, in the beautiful white snow.
How a man interprets “god” is the most important of all: Half of mankind interprets God to be kind, compassionate, giving, and the other half of mankind interprets God to mean, ruthless and intolerant of anyone who doesn’t have their interpretation of god.
That can also go for those who are “interpreting” the Constitution.
The only thing I do find out God, is that there is no interpretation to the love a dog has for the one who loves it. It is. Like a perfect snowstorm…there is only one interpretation: Love in the eyes of a dog is eternal, and there will always be winter storms.
I’m thinking God, that maybe you should just leave the dogs the planet. Nobody is more tired of trying to interpret the greed of man than I am. 
Mr. B.— Angel First Class
Nobody Cares:
It’s Friday:
I read the headlines, but I don’t care:
I don’t care about Hillary’s breaking the law with her email server as she has done so many times in her life. I care that she is not in jail.
I don’t care that she wants to be like Angela Merkel of Germany. I care that she wants to be another big socialist who dictates to her nation how to act. Merkel is trying to get Facebook, Twitter and Google to block people who criticize Muslims. Hillary would LOVE to get those companies to block whatever and whomever she feels “bullies” here, and it would start with every conservative that is left.
I don’t care that over a 100 German woman were raped by Muslims in Germany last New Year’s Eve—I care that the people of Germany don’t stand up to their government and do something about it.
I don’t care that they caught El Chapo. I care that they lost him in the first place.
I don’t care that Obama is going after our guns. I care that he keeps spreading the lie that he doesn’t want every gun. He might was well say, “If you like your gun, you can keep your gun.”
I don’t care about the stock market. I care that the average person has no clue how the banks control the economy of the world, to keep themselves rich. I care that when some FOX economic babe threatens Americans with “Don’t elect TRUMP, because you’re prices at Wal-Mart will go up!” can’t be made to shop at Wal-Mart herself.
I don’t care tonight about any of the scumbags running our country tonight.
Tonight I care about Mr. B.
Mr. B was Pattie’s dog. Big guy. Gentle giant. Big brown eyes. Big tan coat. A big mongrel mutt that just wanted to be feed and loved. She told me today she put him to sleep because he couldn’t walk anymore.
No, he wasn’t MY dog. But, I loved Mr. B more than any of my neighbors, and certainly more than most of the people that I see on my TV every day. I didn’t see him often enough, but he was one of the highlights of my nobody life. Always at the door for me to pet…to talk to…to just adore.
I will miss you Mr. B. You were too good for this world. And that’s why tonight…
I don’t give a damn about any of it.
Tomorrow…I will. But not tonight. Tonight…I will just…try not to cry too much. Because damn it…
Dogs are the best. If people could only be so good, we’d have a better world.
One of my FAVORITE things….
Nobody Flashes
Here’s a good thought…just about EVERYBODY in the whole wide world–loves a good firework display, no matter what country they are from. Some things are universal.
Have a great Sunday!
I’m still soaking up water from the great Missouri flood of 2015….
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Has God Heard of Global Warming?
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Some beauty on a Sunday….Enjoy! (Thanks to JR)
Capitol Creek Valley
Summer
Autumn
Autumn
Light House Michigan
Summer
Nobody Flashes Happy Thanksgiving!
Nobody Flashes!
Have a GREAT DAY! and good luck with your liberal relatives!
See you tomorrow.
Nobody Flashes—Two Guys Chase an Airbus A380
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First: You have to wonder, if this an ad for Dubai, Jetpaks, or Airbus A380.
Second: I’m not sure I’d want to be those two guys, exciting as it looks.
Whatever, it’s some really great footage, isn’t it?
Nobody Flashes Happy Halloween!
Nobody Flashes
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Don’t worry about that comet that looks like a skull coming at us! That’s not an omen, are you kidding? Imagine the odds?
Excuse me while I go get my Almond Joy bar, some popcorn, and watch Sleepy Hollow reruns. (I know I’m lame.)
Enjoy!
Nobody Flashes NEWSFLASH!
NOBODY ADMITS DEFEAT
Dear Readers,
Before I throw my desktop computer out the window, I thought I’d better give everyone heads up that I am taking this monster in to be fixed.
I have Windows 8.1, and drivers are crashing…I’m lucky I can even connect to the internet.
Now, I have NO idea how long this will be in the ‘computer’ shop, but I am hoping that if I take it in today, it will be fixed by next week.
You know me, I will always blame most everything on a vast left/right-wing conspiracy if I can.
If Hillary can do it, so can I. She did this.
I just finished Mark Levine’s book and Ben Carson’s book, and had a lot to say about both, but it will have to wait.
In the meantime, stand by all you excellent nobodies! I’ll be back!
Rainbows on 9/11
Nobody Cares
I usually don’t have much time to just sit around and watch a movie more than once, but yesterday I watched the documentary “What the Bleep Do We Know?” again. Basically it’s about quantum physics and how our very thoughts can affect events and what happens to us. It’s worth a view. Really.
There was one section in the movie where a man said they did an experiment in D.C., a sort of psychic experiment, where they gathered a lot of people who came to the city, and just meditated on stopping the crime rate. It went down that year, 25 percent he said. Of course…that experiment was debunked on Youtube, and I think, it depends—on many things, whether you are a skeptic or not. CAN our thoughts tap into some kind of molecular universal force that will manifest outcomes? After all, Thomas Edison, who was no fool, tried to tap into it.
Some call it the “god” effect, and I must say, I’ve had some really strange thing happen in my life time, that could not have been mere coincidences. Millions of people have this happen to them everyday, but they don’t think about it much.
For instance, when I was 19, I had just started playing the drums, and I remember passing a hotel, one of the maybe 100 hotels in the city and I thought to myself, “Wow…if ONLY I could be good enough to get in a band and play there. Get out of dodge woman… you dream, I said to myself.” And then I forgot that thought completely.
Would you be surprised if I told you that just by random chance, within a month I had gotten a job with my first band, who just HAPPENED to get booked in their next job there by chance? Did I WISH that so much that somewhere in the quantum physics of the universe it just happened?
And what are the odds, that the night before 9.11/ a beautiful rainbow appeared to land RIGHT on the spot in New York City where all those souls were murdered? 
Coincidence? Or quantum physics at work? Or just that force we call God. What do YOU think?
Nobody Flashes the Moon
Nobody Flashes
To everyone who reads this blog: I just wanted to let you know I’m going to be out-of-town for a few days–It’s the last of summer here, and gas is the cheapest its been in a decade. I plan to get sunburned, float on a big raft down a cool river, and forget the world and all its problems.
I’ll be back to posting on Tuesday.
I hope everyone will have a great holiday (here in the States at least) –don’t labor too much, and drive carefully.
Until then, enjoy this lovely picture of the moon….see you on Tuesday!
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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