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Yale Guen Mar posting under the fake name of Resty Wyse), you must dwell more on your stinky bottom to get a better grip of your pathetic self.
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2018-02-15 16:48:16 UTC
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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):

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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.

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.
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2018-02-16 16:46:03 UTC
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Who can see the future in 20 years from now.
Perhaps, in 20 years, they regret their decision not to return to China.
Yale Guen Mar, you are being brazenly dishonest.
It has been more than 68 years since you sailed into San Francisco from Hong Kong as a refugee from Communist China.
Well, Yale Guen Mar, I don't think you have any intention of relocating back to your birth village to live under the CCP regime.

You'll just continue to collect welfare checks from Uncle Sam even as you continue to work day in and day out on the newsgroup to make posts that earn 50 cents payment from Uncle Chang.

Yale Guen Mar (posting under the fake name of Resty Wyse), the Hog Kong fortune-teller was right about you. You will soon relocate to Safford, AZ and be buried there when you die

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My father went to see a fortune teller in 1949 in Hong Kong.
1: Get a second wife when he's 45 years old.
2: He will die at age 65.
You don't need a fortune teller to make these kind of truth to any man.
1: His wife will be having her menopause. Get a young woman for sex.
2: In 1949, the life-span of Chinese male was about 65 years old.
Yale Guen Mar, you haven't told us the whole story. You were a mere 11 years in Hong Kong when the fortune-teller told you that you would soon live in a small desert town in Arizona where temperatures were like 120 degrees. You had laughed it of. But it wasn't long before you crossed the South China Sea, an, in fact, the Pacific Ocean to do just that.

The fortune-teller had also said that you'll be buried under earth (no sky burial) in a desert town in Arizna to be baked at 120 degrees till eternity. That too is likely to come true.

You'll soon be moving to Safford, AZ because you have become personna non grata with your Hmong neighbors in Merced, CA.

Your message carrier cousin in Santa Clara will then take you to Safford, AZ and introduce you to her friends on W Thatcher Blvd. They will sponsor you stay at a local pig sty.

You'll die there and be buried for eternity in Safford, AZ where it had all started.

The fortune-teller couldn't have been more right.

BTW, what have you done with the $30,000 and the minivan that Yuhua gave you to get rid of you from her life? Have you already frittered away all that money? Have you sold the minivan as well?
* Jumbo Chinese Restaurant
* Super Wok
* Chjna Taste
Hummm!!! There was never any Chinese restaurant before!!!
The world certainly has changed.
But it is still 120 degrees out there. That means the leakage from your diapers will dry that much more quickly. Safford, AZ is indeed better equipped environmentally to cope with your hygienically challenged life. It had done so when you arrived there as a 11 year old boy with non-functioning sphincter muscles. It will cope admirably with your weak sphincter muscles even in your golden years.

And then you'll sleep eternally in a burial plot in Safford, AZ, baked constantly at 120 degrees.
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2018-02-17 18:10:43 UTC
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Your sordid tale should be fodder for a book - write an autobiography detailing your shameful existence. Ask Mr. Lee (the Hmong neighbor on your left) for help to get it published.
Satish, your shameful existence has no bounds making up lie after lie...
Mr Lee was one of many thousands of boys soldiers of General Vang Pao
who followed General Vang Pao to America. He can barely read and write.
His children are American born, one girl graduated from Fresno State
University with a degree in nursing. His other children are always around
the house/front yard repairing/working on cars.
Yale Guen Mar, Mr. Lee's literacy level far exceeds yours. But don't depend on him to ghost write your autobiography. Try to write it yourself. That would be the honest thing to do.

Yale Guen Mar, go to Mr. Lee only for help on publishing your tale of shame and infamy. Mr. Lee had been in the publishing industry for two dozen years. If you promise not to shit on his taro patch ever again, he might help you to get in touch with a publisher interested in your trash.

And if Mr. Lee (the Hmong neighbor on your left) can't help you himself, he is generous enough to request his son (who is still working in the publishing business) to help you out.

And, BTW, Luca is still amazed that you can't get potty trained when he has. Is it any wonder that Valentina and Luca start giggling at the very mention of your accursed name.
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Who can see the future in 20 years from now.
Perhaps, in 20 years, they regret their decision not to return to China.
Yale Guen Mar, you are being brazenly dishonest.
It has been more than 68 years since you sailed into San Francisco from Hong Kong as a refugee from Communist China.
Well, Yale Guen Mar, I don't think you have any intention of relocating back to your birth village to live under the CCP regime.
You'll just continue to collect welfare checks from Uncle Sam even as you continue to work day in and day out on the newsgroup to make posts that earn 50 cents payment from Uncle Chang.
Yale Guen Mar (posting under the fake name of Resty Wyse), the Hog Kong fortune-teller was right about you. You will soon relocate to Safford, AZ and be buried there when you die
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My father went to see a fortune teller in 1949 in Hong Kong.
1: Get a second wife when he's 45 years old.
2: He will die at age 65.
You don't need a fortune teller to make these kind of truth to any man.
1: His wife will be having her menopause. Get a young woman for sex.
2: In 1949, the life-span of Chinese male was about 65 years old.
Yale Guen Mar, you haven't told us the whole story. You were a mere 11 years in Hong Kong when the fortune-teller told you that you would soon live in a small desert town in Arizona where temperatures were like 120 degrees. You had laughed it of. But it wasn't long before you crossed the South China Sea, an, in fact, the Pacific Ocean to do just that.
The fortune-teller had also said that you'll be buried under earth (no sky burial) in a desert town in Arizna to be baked at 120 degrees till eternity. That too is likely to come true.
You'll soon be moving to Safford, AZ because you have become personna non grata with your Hmong neighbors in Merced, CA.
Your message carrier cousin in Santa Clara will then take you to Safford, AZ and introduce you to her friends on W Thatcher Blvd. They will sponsor you stay at a local pig sty.
You'll die there and be buried for eternity in Safford, AZ where it had all started.
The fortune-teller couldn't have been more right.
BTW, what have you done with the $30,000 and the minivan that Yuhua gave you to get rid of you from her life? Have you already frittered away all that money? Have you sold the minivan as well?
* Jumbo Chinese Restaurant
* Super Wok
* Chjna Taste
Hummm!!! There was never any Chinese restaurant before!!!
The world certainly has changed.
But it is still 120 degrees out there. That means the leakage from your diapers will dry that much more quickly. Safford, AZ is indeed better equipped environmentally to cope with your hygienically challenged life. It had done so when you arrived there as a 11 year old boy with non-functioning sphincter muscles. It will cope admirably with your weak sphincter muscles even in your golden years.
And then you'll sleep eternally in a burial plot in Safford, AZ, baked constantly at 120 degrees.
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2018-04-08 13:49:00 UTC
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Yale Guen Mar (who posts under the fake name Resty Wyse) is all talk and no action because he never had a functioning penis or even an asshole.

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Get your wife or your daughter over here.
You can witness my sexual power with your wife or your daughter.
Yale Guen Mar, stories of your sexual power has already been already told and retold by your caregiver Meichi Thai who toils ceaselessly to keep you clean. She has shared the stories with all your Hmong neighbors.

* she gives you a warm water douche every day at 7 PM

* she shoves suppositories up your asshole to make you poop.

* she changes your catheter to keep you peeing.

* she shoves tampons up your hemorrhoid scarred asshole

* she applies Tiger Balm and Preparation H to soothe your asshole.

* she tries to change you into a clean diaper before it is too late.

So, Yale Guen Mar, no point in boasting about your sexual powers when you can't even pee without a catheter let alone ejaculate or even have an erection.

Yale Guen Mar, you have never had the capacity to rise to the occasion. That is why you went into finger-fucking pigs in their assholes for your sexual joy.

Here's an apt epitaph for the quintessential idiot Yale Guen Mar:

Here lies the body of Mar Guen Yale,
A lying, thieving, cheating rascal ;
He always lied, and now he lies,
He has no soul and cannot rise.

Heck, with a catheter inside him 24/7, 76-year old Yale Guen Mar can't even rise to the occasion for sex.
My aunt died in Texas, stupid Satish Kumar madhavan.
When I didn't even go to my own mother's funeral,
there is no reason for me to go to my aunt's funeral.
After I died, I don't want anyone at my funeral.
As a matter of fact, I don't want a funeral.
Just throw my body into the ocean.
Why do you want the ocean polluted?

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Please predict the date of your impending death?
Probably in 2023.
How may will attend your funeral?
None!!! I don't want anyone at my funeral.
As a matter of fact, I want no funeral.
How will your body be disposed off?
Sky burial, Tibetan way. Let the vultures eat it.
Don;t let anything go to waste.
Yale Guen Mar, even vultures have self-respect.

No self-respecting vulture will deign to eat your disease-ful body.

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I will go nowhere, Satish. Yuhua has select a grave site for me already.
I'll let you on to a secret. The grave site, you think is for you, is not really for you. Yuhua and Carlton are sick and tired of listening to your desire for a sky burial.

Yuhua and Carlton have decided that theoir first choice for the grave site is Carlton's biological father from China, He visits Fremont, CA every year It would be fitting if he rests in peace in that grave site chosen by his beloved Yuhua.

In case that is not possible both Carlton and Yuhua have decided to bury Kimi and Subi there when the time comes.

So, Yale Guen Mar, short of a Tibetan sky burial, you are destined to rest in peace in Safford, AZ.

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My father went to see a fortune teller in 1949 in Hong Kong.
1: Get a second wife when he's 45 years old.
2: He will die at age 65.
You don't need a fortune teller to make these kind of truth to any man.
1: His wife will be having her menopause. Get a young woman for sex.
2: In 1949, the life-span of Chinese male was about 65 years old.
Yale Guen Mar, you haven't told us the whole story. You were a mere 11 years in Hong Kong when the fortune-teller told you that you would soon live in a small desert town in Arizona where temperatures were like 120 degrees. You had laughed it of. But it wasn't long before you crossed the South China Sea, an, in fact, the Pacific Ocean to do just that.

The fortune-teller had also said that you'll be buried under earth (no sky burial) in a desert town in Arizna to be baked at 120 degrees till eternity. That too is likely to come true.

You'll soon be moving to Safford, AZ because you have become persona non grata with your Hmong neighbors in Merced, CA.

Your message carrier cousin in Santa Clara will then take you to Safford, AZ and introduce you to her friends on W Thatcher Blvd. They will sponsor you stay at a local pig sty.

You'll die there and be buried for eternity in Safford, AZ where it had all started.

The fortune-teller couldn't have been more right.

BTW, what have you done with the $30,000 and the minivan that Yuhua gave you to get rid of you from her life? Have you already frittered away all that money? Have you sold the minivan as well?


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Retirement does not require thinking, Malaysian Mule. Just keep your muscles
working by doing daily exercises, and eat healthy food. Once in a while, go
visit friends and relatives.
Yale Guen Mar, when you were tired (long before you retired), you found out that thinking was too onerous for you.

So, Yale Guen Mar, you do not think.

No surprise there. No thoughtful person could have posted the rubbish you do, even if it was to get recommended by Uncle Chang (your handler with the CCP dictatorship in PRC) for 50 cents.

Merced Chimp, you are as brainless as you are thoughtless.

Speaking of restaurant jobs, haven't you been ricocheting from one firing to another?

Your uncle (twin brother of your father) Ben Shee Mar had to fire you from your janitor's job at Junction City Cafe in Kansas because you were goofing off to be at local piggeries to satisfy your perversion.

And you got fired by George Gee because you were pilfering restaurant supplies. You reapplied for the job after George's death but of no available. Gene thought as little of you as George had.
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2018-04-09 06:28:37 UTC
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hello dr.Dong, .... you seemed to have taken good care of the old
crack Resty the Rusty , since I didnt hear any single noise comes from him
for quite some times now
congrats
Oh, don’t mentioned. We take care of everybody that needs help. Our
treatment service has improved his needs, and we are happy to provide them
free of charge to him, if need to.
As most posters know, Resty has been a pain in the butt to posters, in
social culture china, who had subjected themselves to his bullying and
abuses.
And, now we have cleaned up his pathetic behavior, that now makes him see
the light of perspective not from himself only, but also makes him see the
perspective from others, too.
Yale Guen Mar has most certainly relapsed. He needs to visit Dr. Long Dong once again.
They are worse than me.
The headstone had a problem since the very beginning.
They wouldn't even get the stone cutter to correct it.
There was nothing wrong with the headstone. You tried to vandalize it and got caught and beaten up by Donald.
Satishkumar C. Madhavan, since you think so highly of my family, you can have them. I want no part of them, especially Ben's family. I am ashamed of ALL of them, all worthless.
Is it any surprise that your doctor in Safford, AZ (Dr. Jenkins) wanted you committed to a mental institution.
Dr. Jenkins was a gentleman and fine doctor.
In a small town of 5,000 - 8,000 people, everyone knows everyone else,
even though we were never formally introduced.
My father was proud to talk about his engineer son, and the town's people
know me.
Didn't your father know you had bought a fake diploma in engineering?

Yale Guen Mar, you have been faking a lot of things. Tell us about your mail order diploma. How much did you spend to get the fake degree?

You have been faking a lot of things Yale Guen Mar. You claimed you were an electrical engineer who worked in a missile testing facility.

And then you talked too much and it turned out that you have no idea of what control engineering is, let alone do a literature search in it.

A janitorial job or a cafeteria job, even at a defense establishment, does not require security clearance. And even if it did, you would not have dared apply for it lest you get caught for obtaining citizenship papers fraudulently.

Yale Guen Mar had never seen his alleged biological father till he was 11 when he landed in San Francisco.

But the claim is that Yale Guen Mar was not an accidental baby. The alleged biological father is alleged to have mailed his seeds to Yale Guen Mar's father by postal service.

In the pre-DNA era, Yale Guen Mar managed to sneak into USA in 1949 on the basis of this dubious paternity claim.

Yale Guen Mar, you are an illegal alien with fake citizenship papers.
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2018-07-13 15:14:09 UTC
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Some things take take time, others never happen.

A good example is Yale Guen Mar (posting under fake names like Buddy Frank, Resty Wyse and Rusty Wyseman). He is 80 but is yet to get toilet trained.

Yale Guen Mar, you are 80 with one foot on your grave. In afterlife, please use diapers with much greater diligence. You don't want to do to the neighborhoods in hell what you have done to your neighborhood on Twilight Avenue in Merced, CA.

Yale Guen Mar, it doesn't seem that Valentina and Luca think much of your hygienically challenged life in this world. Perhaps you can change their opinion by attempting to lead a more wholesome life in hell.

Luca just got toilet trained. He still had half a box of diapers left. Valentina told Silvia to give away that box of diapers to you, Yale Guen Mar. Silvia, of course pointed out the obvious - Yale Guen Mar has too big a butt to fit into Luca's discarded diapers.

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, in Rancho San Miguel Supermarket and , of course, in R & N Supermarket.

In many posts, Yale Guen Mar has asserted that it is the "power of the gun" that speaks the loudest.

Yale Guen Mar, you have repeatedly claimed that "power of the gun" speaks the loudest. But in practice, it is the power of your stealth farting that has felled all in your vicinity.

Yale Guen Mar, it will all depend on your power of stealth farting.

If you think you can get away with pointing fingers at others at the Hmong grocery store, you'll comntinue to point fingers at others.

But if your diaper is leaking solid, liquid and gas continuously, it won't take the Lees too much time to realize that you are the one responsible for the stink bomb.

Yale Guen Mar, isn't it a shame that you are single-handedly turning the Twilight Avenue neighborhood in Merced, CA into a dirty filthy place?

Yale Guen Mar, must you remain hygienically challenged? Can'y you ask Meichi Thai to change your diaper before you visit the household of Mr. Ravinder Singh, or the Lees' grocery store or the taro patches of your Hmong neighbors?

Ravinder Singh isn't laughing. Yale Guen Mar's diaper leaks - it leaves stinking stains on Ravinder's sofa.

Yale Guen Mar was really depressed after his futile letter to Quincy, MA begging for money. Yale Guen Mar now comes to Ravinder's house quite often to cry his heart out - but he sheds more than tears. Yale Guen Mar's diaper invariably leaks leaving yellow stains on Ravinder's sofa.

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 !!
SATISH, YOU CAN NOT DO ANYTHING EXCEPT MAKING UP LIES.
No wonder India has no use for you!!!
Uncle Sam has too many Indians already.
Uncle Sam certainly doesn't want liars and cheaters like Satish,
the bottom dweller.
Yale Guen Mar, you are like the drunkard who thinks he can get absolved by claiming the rest of the world to be drunk !!

Attend to your immediate problems.

You nearly lost your life because of your lack of civic sense in a public place like the Merced Community Food Market. You provoked Ms. Lee to the point where she attacked you with an opo squash.

But for Meichi Thai's tireless efforts, you might have bled to death from the hemorrhoids in your asshole. But the newsgroup was spared your inanities for a while.

Try to stay away from not just Merced Community Food Market but even from Yue Cheng Market. The Miaos will show no more mercy for you than did Ms. Lee. You'll relive your ordeal when Mr. Miao shoves a bitter melon or a Chinese okra up your blasted asshole. And that's going to leave a far greater collateral damage inside your blasted asshole, besides leaving a bitter after taste.
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2018-07-12 06:45:04 UTC
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Sex with Resty is like a one way street. Once he is done, he left his
wife frustrated. His wife ends up cleaning the table even though
she did not enjoy the dinner. Resty Wyse is all balls....ROTFL
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Yale Guen Mar (posting under the name of Resty Wyse) can legitimately wag his finger like Bill Clinton to say, "I did not have sex with any pig".

Yale Guen mar was only interested in the assholes of pigs for finger-fucking them - he has done so for many many years. And if Yale guen Mar says, under oath, that he did not have sex with any pig, a clever lawyer might even be able to get him off on perjury charges.

BTW, Yale Guen Mar, why don't you write on your experience with sanitary pad? Better still, ask Meichi Thai to pen the story. She has been using them to stem the flow from your hemorrhoid-scarred asshole for quite a few years and often with success.

Yes, Yale Guen Mar make sure never to leave home without an adequate supply of diapers and sanitary napkins, and, of course never without Meichi Thai to help you with putting them on.

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abum_chump is a hate-monger out to create trouble. A lying bitch is
always a lying bitch no matter what. Meichi cunt aka abianchen filthy
smelly pussy is here in SCC stirring up hatred and ill-feelings among
members. She should be shot on sight.
Yale Guen Mar, are you running out of pigs for your gratification? Is that why you are ranting obscenities incessantly?
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.
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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.
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.
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Resty, get a hold on yourself. Stop frothing.

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When my brothers were in their pre-teens, we went to our town's doctor
and asked him if there were any medicine to make them grow taller.
Dr. Jenkins gave us about a 15 minute-talk about growth hormones.
And he was glad to do it. He was not our regular family doctor.
We were just walking by his office.
Yale Guen Mar, did Dr. Jenkins recommend a shrink for you?

If so, why didn't you go to the shrink? Timely action may have done wonders for your psychological wellbeing.

Yale Guen Mar, you should try to seek medical care from Dr. Long Dong in Cambodia if you want to live to see the year of the pig, or even the year of the dog that is nearly upon us.

Yale Guen Mar, try your best to travel to Cambodia for alternate medical treatment under Dr. Long Dong's supervision. Your doctor, Dr. Long Dong, will put you up in a pig sty you'll definitely like.

He will treat you for your bipolar disorder.

He'll also give you a second opinion on your middle fingers ravaged by STD aggravated by years of finger-fucking pigs in their asshole.

I think you should leave instructions to have your body cremated. Burial (in land or in sea) would pollute the earth irretrievably.

Yale Guen Mar, your angry outbursts means more work for your caretaker, Meichi Thai. Your blood pressure shoots up making your hemorrhoid scarred anus bleed afresh. Meichi Thai is right now applying ointment to your bleeding shit-hole.

Yale Guen mar, please control your temper. Attend some anger management courses.

Yes, you can take them online - that way you don't have to carry your bed pan to the class room.

Meichi Thai is relieved. She told the Hmong neighbors on Twilight Avenue that Yale Guen Mar's bleeding in his anus has stopped. But Meichi Thai wants Yale Guen Mar to go to the doctor to see if the hemorrhoid scars in his shit-hole can be surgically removed.

Yale Guen Mar also needs to control his temper and blood pressure alike. He is already 75 (born February 1, 1938). There is only so much that his clogged arteries can take - years and years of food from the Cantonese restaurant (founded by his great grandfather in the 19th century to serve chow mein to railway workers in California) has taken its toll.

Yale Guen Mar should eat more vegetable and less crow and chicken feet.

He should practice Tai Chi even if he must lie on his bed pan 24/7. He should learn to do so by just moving his hands but not his stomach, butt and legs.
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Yale Guen Mar, would you rather be Buddy Frank, Resty Wyse or Rusty Wyseman? Seek out Dr. Long Dong of Cambodia for treatment under alternative medicine of your multiple personality disorder.

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Yale Guen Mar (posting under the fake name of Buddy Frank)r, are you suffering from multiple personality disorder?

You had earlier posted under the fake name of Resty Wyse and Rusty Wyseman.

Who is Buddy Frank?

Is it a pig from the piggery of a Hmong neighbor?

How buddy-buddy are you with Frank?

How often do you finger-fuck Frank in its asshole?

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here come closer, lemme hug my old rotten rusty !
Well, thank you, ole boy!! I kinda needed one!!!
Yale Guen Mar, with your penchant for wandering around in soiled diapers, you cannot expect a hug that is any closer.

For heaven's sake ask your caregiver Meichi Thai to change you into a new diaper more often instead of badgering her constantly for a Brazilian.
hii rusty ...
Hello, whoever you may be. What was your previous ID?
Real Name:
Yale Guen Mar

Yale Guen Mar masquerades as:
Buddy Frank
Rusty Wyse
Resty Wyseman

Yale Guen Mar posts as:

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Yale Guen Mar's current address is:

3851 Twilight Avenue, Merced, CA 95348

Yale Guen Mar's phone numbers are:

(510) 531-7359
(209) 722-0463

Yale Guen Mar was born on February 1, 1938

Yale Guen Mar was shipped off in 1949 from Hong Kong by his step mother to his alleged biological father in San Francisco.
i thought you "up the lorry" already
God doesn't want me. I am one of his non-believers.
No human being wants him either.

He talks to Luca and Valentine through skype, but only under adult supervision. Unsupervised skyping is no longer allowed since Yale Guen Mar exposed himself under the guise of giving potty training to Valentine.
where on earth have you been ??
I have always been here, on and off, and off and on...
Yale Guen Mar is mostly home.

But he has been caught defecating in taro patches of his Hmong neighbors and ogling at Hmong-owned piggeries in the locality like Mai Keri Her and Loin Eye.

He has become persona non grata in neighbors' houses after soiling Rolida Lee's reclining chair and Ravinder Singh's sofa.

He is not allowed inside Merced Community Food Market and Yue Cheng Market since he used to fart incessantly inside the grocery stores turning away other customers.
boy o boy ... didnt the entire universe miss you sooooo much ??!
Little ole' me!!! No one misses me. I don't even miss myself!!!
You got that right, Yale Guen Mar.

But you need to visit your parents' grave at East Palm Cemetery (Lot 149) in Tucson, AZ. Donald, Ellen, Eugene and even Brenton, Valentine and Luca visit the graves regularly.

Yale Guen Mar, you should visit the graves at least during the Quingming Festival, the Double Nine Festival and the Ghost Festival.

And you should certainly visit it on November 5 which is Tony Chee Mar's birthday. You owe him a lot. You could come to USA only because he declared himself to INS that he was your father even though he had never seen you before 1949 when you were already 11. He let you stay in his home at 914 10th street in Safford, AZ. He even gave you a job as a janitor at his cafe.
and btw where has this your forever indian foe gone ??
As usual, on every Wednesday and Thursday, he goes off to his fovorite whorehouse to fill up his tank with syphilis and gonorrhea.
So, Yale Guen Mar, you had to drag yourself to the computer early Wednesday morning to post this inanity ?!!


Yale Guen Mar, why are you so gun-shy on Wednesdays?

Is it because your caregiver, Meichi Thai, does something special every Wednesday for maintenance work on your blasted ass hole?

Yale Guen Mar, as your caregiver Meichi Thai does much more work than you have done in your entire life.

Meichi Thai toils very hard to:

* give you a warm water douche to clear your rectum.

* shove suppositories up your ass hole to make you poop

* wipe your ass hole clean

* apply Tiger Balm and Preparation H to soothe your
hemorrhoid scarred ass hole everyday at 7 PM
and whenever else necessary.

* insert tampon inside your ass hole to minimize leakage

* change your soiled diaper

Yes, Maeichi Thai is doing a honest day's work, much more than you have in your entire life.

Here's an apt epitaph for the quintessential idiot Yale Guen mar:

Here lies the body of Mar Guen Yale,
A lying, thieving, cheating rascal ;
He always lied, and now he lies,
He has no soul and cannot rise.

Heck, Yale Guen Mar can't even pee without a catheter, let alone rise to the occasion for sex. He has always used his middle fingers to molest pigs. And now he is about to lose his STD-ravaged middle fingers because the doctor wants them to be amputated to arrest the seeping of STD into what little brain Yale Guen Mar has.
Oh!!! yes!!! Tell me what you have been doing since we last communicated?
Yale Guen Mar, you don't communicate. Remember how you had bragged on the newsgroup that your domestic partner had told you that you are on the Internet to call everyone else on the newsgroup stupid. Too bad that everyone knows that you are the only stupid person on the newsgroup.

Yale Guen Mar, don't while away your time ogling at pigs in piggeries like Mai Keri Her and Loin Eye that are owned by your Hmong neighbors on Twilight Avenue. Go back to the village you grew up in between 1938 and 1949 and ogle at the descendants of pigs you used to ogle at in your childhood.
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Yale Guen Mar, you'll be a happier person if you obey the rules imposed on you by your caretaker Meichi Thai.

Yale Guen Mar (posting under fake names like Resty Wyse, Buddy Frank and Rusty Wyseman), it is time you analyze why your diapers fail to prevent you from wreaking havoc on yourself and on your neighbors.

Yale Guen Mar, your caregiver Meichi Thai has been very specific about what you are allowed to do and what you are not allowed to do. That's the only way she can manage to give you efficient care.

In view of your incontinence, You have been instructed to keep your butt glued to your bed pan at all times.

Meichi Thai wants you to do Tai Chi without moving away your asshole from the bed pan - by just moving your head, hands and legs but not your butt.

Make life easier for Meichi Thai by sticking to Tai Chi the way she wants you to do it.

Yale Guen Mar, do you know your greatestr problem?

You are unwanted by your Hmong neighbors, and rightfully so.

But they are a gentle people. That is why they are trying to get rid of you in a way that will be least excruciating. In fact, it will be to your benefit to move out from Twilight Avenue in Merced, CA.

Rolida Lee and other Hmong neighbors have raised a fund to finance your relocation to Cambodia so that you can get alternate medicine treatment from Dr. Long Dong for your infected middle fingers and also your bipolar disorder.

Yes, there os a catch. To avail yourself of that fund, you'll have to promise your Hmong neighbors never to come back to Merced, CA or even to the USA for that matter.

Yale Guen Mar, go for it. This is an offer that is as generous as it can get.
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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.
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.
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.
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