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2018-02-15 16:48:16 UTC
Yale Guen Mar (psting under the fake name of Resty Wyse), you must dwell more on your stinky bottom to get a better grip of your pathetic self. You should go to your caregiver, Meichi Thai, a lot more often to have your diaper changed. Otherwise, accidents are inevitable.
Even with giant sized diapers, Yale Guen Mar is causing enough trouble in his neighborhood. He is leaving yellow stinking stains all over - on Ravinder Singh's sofa, or Rolida Lee's reclining chair and, of course, in stores like Lee's Merced Community Food Center, Miao's Yue Cheng Market, Rancho San Miguel Supermarket of Mr. Lopez and , of course, in R & N Supermarket.
Yale Guen Mar, be more considerate. Ask Meichi Thai to change your diaper before you pay a visit to Ravinder's house.
Yale Guen Mar, don't be gross while shopping at the Hmong grocery store. Step outside to fart instead of stinking up the grocery store. You are driving away customers.
Yale Guen Mar, why don't you ask your caregiver Meichi Thai to insert a cork inside your shit-hole before visiting your Hmong grocer? You have been farting inside the grocery store incessantly every time you go their shopping. The stink drives away other shoppers.
Yale Guen Mar, you are being grossly unfair to your Hmong grocer by indulging in gross farting inside the grocery store. Either step outside the store to fart or have Maichi Thai insert a cork in your anus before you go for your grocery shopping.
Yale Guen Mar, you have been a bad neighbor. Why have you been shitting on the taro patch of one of your Hmong neighbors? Not satisfied with molesting the Hmong-owned pigs, you have now take to fertilizing their taro patches !!
Yale Guen Mar, you'll have to think up some other excuse to account for your abnormally bitter outbursts against your parents, Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong.
If you reject and don't respect what little you have, Yale Guen Mar, that's crass ingratitude.
Ingratitude is verily the essence of vileness.
And you, Yale Guen Mar, are verily vile.
Be grateful to Tony Chee Mar and to Kim Hi Wong for what little you have achieved insted of whining and screaming about the times you got punished.
And, yes, do visit lot 49 at East Palm cemetery in Tucson, AZ. Learn from siblings Donald, Eugene and Ellen how to honor your parents. Learn from cousins Homer, Gini, Lawrence and Clarence how to honor your ancestors.
Remember that you own Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong for what little you have to celebrate your life.
Tony Chee Mar saw you for the first time in 1949 when you were a 11-year old boy who landed in San Francisco after fleeing Hong Kong to escape Communist rule. Tony Chee Mar was a US citizen. He manfully certified that you were his son so that you too could be a US citizen. How dare you curse him for helping you and your mother to flee Communist China to become citizens in the land of the free and the land of the brave?
Yale Guen Mar the first words you heard from your "dad" in this New world? Tony Chee Mar told you that it was Thanksgiving and that you were going to have turkey. Wonder-struck, you asked Tony Chee Mar, "What is Thanksgiving? What is turkey?"
Much water has flown under the Golden Gate Bridge since that Thanksgiving encounter. Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong brought you up in this new land. He gave you a job in his cafe. You had every opportunity to be as accomplished as your younger half-siblings Donald, Eugene and Ellen.. But to no avail. He wasted your future.
You blame Kim Hi Wong for beating you. But what else could she do to keep you on the straight and narrow? I blame Kim Hi Wong not for beating you but for not beating you enough. She should have beaten the crap out of you every time you acted irresponsibly and even vilely.
Kim Hi Wong did not enjoy beating you. She beat you because she had to for your own good. And afte each beating, Kim Hi Wong talked to sister-in-law Susan Suey Oy Wong and cried in anguish - Kim would tell Susan how mch it hurt to have to beat you.
Yale Guen Mar, this is what you wrote of your parents ten years ago (in 2006) when they were both gone (it was too little and too late):
https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/soc.culture.china/ee6C3jdVajw
Yale Guen Mar, can't you ever get over the loss of your gun collection, photos of your favorite pigs and your short-wave radio? Donald, Ellen and Eugene were only trying to protect you from yourself.
Yale Guen Mar, you are being grossly unfair to your brothers Eugene Yale Mar and Donald Yale Mar and sister Ellen Heath. They were achievers. The only reason they got rid of your gun collection, short-wave radio and the photos of your favorite pigs was to save you from yourself.
Quit holding grudges against Donald, Eugene and Ellen, get their help to cope with your problems.
At Qingming Festival every year, pay respect to your parents Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong, and all relatives and ancestors who have passed away. Spend time tidying up the graves and tombstones of Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong. Offer food, flowers and paper money to your ancestors.
Remember the debt you owe to your parents.
Don't wait till the Quingming Festival. Tony Chee Mar would have turned 101 on November 5, 2016. And you have turned 80 on February 1, 2018. There is no time to lose. You already have one foot on your grave. Rush to Tucson, AZ to honor him at Tony Chee Mar's grave in East Palm Cemetery (Lot 49). There you might also meet your siblings Donald, Ellen and Eugene. Heck, you might even meet Brenton, Valentina and Luca.
Even with giant sized diapers, Yale Guen Mar is causing enough trouble in his neighborhood. He is leaving yellow stinking stains all over - on Ravinder Singh's sofa, or Rolida Lee's reclining chair and, of course, in stores like Lee's Merced Community Food Center, Miao's Yue Cheng Market, Rancho San Miguel Supermarket of Mr. Lopez and , of course, in R & N Supermarket.
Yale Guen Mar, be more considerate. Ask Meichi Thai to change your diaper before you pay a visit to Ravinder's house.
Yale Guen Mar, don't be gross while shopping at the Hmong grocery store. Step outside to fart instead of stinking up the grocery store. You are driving away customers.
Yale Guen Mar, why don't you ask your caregiver Meichi Thai to insert a cork inside your shit-hole before visiting your Hmong grocer? You have been farting inside the grocery store incessantly every time you go their shopping. The stink drives away other shoppers.
Yale Guen Mar, you are being grossly unfair to your Hmong grocer by indulging in gross farting inside the grocery store. Either step outside the store to fart or have Maichi Thai insert a cork in your anus before you go for your grocery shopping.
Yale Guen Mar, you have been a bad neighbor. Why have you been shitting on the taro patch of one of your Hmong neighbors? Not satisfied with molesting the Hmong-owned pigs, you have now take to fertilizing their taro patches !!
Yale Guen Mar, you'll have to think up some other excuse to account for your abnormally bitter outbursts against your parents, Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong.
If you reject and don't respect what little you have, Yale Guen Mar, that's crass ingratitude.
Ingratitude is verily the essence of vileness.
And you, Yale Guen Mar, are verily vile.
Be grateful to Tony Chee Mar and to Kim Hi Wong for what little you have achieved insted of whining and screaming about the times you got punished.
And, yes, do visit lot 49 at East Palm cemetery in Tucson, AZ. Learn from siblings Donald, Eugene and Ellen how to honor your parents. Learn from cousins Homer, Gini, Lawrence and Clarence how to honor your ancestors.
Remember that you own Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong for what little you have to celebrate your life.
Tony Chee Mar saw you for the first time in 1949 when you were a 11-year old boy who landed in San Francisco after fleeing Hong Kong to escape Communist rule. Tony Chee Mar was a US citizen. He manfully certified that you were his son so that you too could be a US citizen. How dare you curse him for helping you and your mother to flee Communist China to become citizens in the land of the free and the land of the brave?
Yale Guen Mar the first words you heard from your "dad" in this New world? Tony Chee Mar told you that it was Thanksgiving and that you were going to have turkey. Wonder-struck, you asked Tony Chee Mar, "What is Thanksgiving? What is turkey?"
Much water has flown under the Golden Gate Bridge since that Thanksgiving encounter. Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong brought you up in this new land. He gave you a job in his cafe. You had every opportunity to be as accomplished as your younger half-siblings Donald, Eugene and Ellen.. But to no avail. He wasted your future.
You blame Kim Hi Wong for beating you. But what else could she do to keep you on the straight and narrow? I blame Kim Hi Wong not for beating you but for not beating you enough. She should have beaten the crap out of you every time you acted irresponsibly and even vilely.
Kim Hi Wong did not enjoy beating you. She beat you because she had to for your own good. And afte each beating, Kim Hi Wong talked to sister-in-law Susan Suey Oy Wong and cried in anguish - Kim would tell Susan how mch it hurt to have to beat you.
Yale Guen Mar, this is what you wrote of your parents ten years ago (in 2006) when they were both gone (it was too little and too late):
https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/soc.culture.china/ee6C3jdVajw
I am very much interested in hearing from Chinese-Americans within the
United States on how their aged parents/grandparents were faring in
their sunset years. It was ironic for me growing up in a small town,
living in California most of my adult life about a thousand miles from
"home". As each of us gets older and educated, we leave "home" only to
come "home" for visit once or twice a year. My sibblings live in
Tucson about 125 miles away leaving my parents alone at "home". To me,
"home" was, is and will always be 914 10th St. and I never take any of
my things from "home" to California.
Then my father got sick and checked into the hospital. My brother in
Tucson returned "home" and talked to the doctor, who said my father may
be in hospital for about a week. Since my mother can not speak English
and alone at home, he decided to transfer my father to Tucson Medical
Center where he works and move my mother to a retirement home in
Tucson. The house was sold. "Home" is no more. All my college year
photos were gone, my short-wave radio, my gun collection, everything in
my bedroom, including the photos of my favorite pigs, were thrown away
or given away without telling me.
My father recovered and moved into the retirement home with my mother,
each taken up a room with a cost of $1,200/month each for a total of
$2,400. With no outside activities and eat and sleep, my father died
in 15 months later. My mother died two years later after my father. I
believe my mother died of loneliness and neglect. I have 3 sibblings
living in Tucson, not one would visit and talk to my mother often
enough to care.
Yale Guen Mar, 914 10th Street in Safford, AZ should have been like your home. Instead you chose to make it a storage place for your contrabands.United States on how their aged parents/grandparents were faring in
their sunset years. It was ironic for me growing up in a small town,
living in California most of my adult life about a thousand miles from
"home". As each of us gets older and educated, we leave "home" only to
come "home" for visit once or twice a year. My sibblings live in
Tucson about 125 miles away leaving my parents alone at "home". To me,
"home" was, is and will always be 914 10th St. and I never take any of
my things from "home" to California.
Then my father got sick and checked into the hospital. My brother in
Tucson returned "home" and talked to the doctor, who said my father may
be in hospital for about a week. Since my mother can not speak English
and alone at home, he decided to transfer my father to Tucson Medical
Center where he works and move my mother to a retirement home in
Tucson. The house was sold. "Home" is no more. All my college year
photos were gone, my short-wave radio, my gun collection, everything in
my bedroom, including the photos of my favorite pigs, were thrown away
or given away without telling me.
My father recovered and moved into the retirement home with my mother,
each taken up a room with a cost of $1,200/month each for a total of
$2,400. With no outside activities and eat and sleep, my father died
in 15 months later. My mother died two years later after my father. I
believe my mother died of loneliness and neglect. I have 3 sibblings
living in Tucson, not one would visit and talk to my mother often
enough to care.
Yale Guen Mar, can't you ever get over the loss of your gun collection, photos of your favorite pigs and your short-wave radio? Donald, Ellen and Eugene were only trying to protect you from yourself.
Yale Guen Mar, you are being grossly unfair to your brothers Eugene Yale Mar and Donald Yale Mar and sister Ellen Heath. They were achievers. The only reason they got rid of your gun collection, short-wave radio and the photos of your favorite pigs was to save you from yourself.
Quit holding grudges against Donald, Eugene and Ellen, get their help to cope with your problems.
At Qingming Festival every year, pay respect to your parents Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong, and all relatives and ancestors who have passed away. Spend time tidying up the graves and tombstones of Tony Chee Mar and Kim Hi Wong. Offer food, flowers and paper money to your ancestors.
Remember the debt you owe to your parents.
Don't wait till the Quingming Festival. Tony Chee Mar would have turned 101 on November 5, 2016. And you have turned 80 on February 1, 2018. There is no time to lose. You already have one foot on your grave. Rush to Tucson, AZ to honor him at Tony Chee Mar's grave in East Palm Cemetery (Lot 49). There you might also meet your siblings Donald, Ellen and Eugene. Heck, you might even meet Brenton, Valentina and Luca.