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KING
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The
door slamming GUEST scum bag is back today, and came back last night.
I have always had a problem with door slammers, rarely escaping this
persecution for longer than a year or two or maybe three, during my
57.4 years on this wicked planet as MWM or me currently. Today, it
began around five past one, and many times they are sure to do it at
exactly one-eleven in either the AM or the PM, what are the odds of
this intentional harassment, folks, just to make me see ones on a
clock, huh dirt bag Jane F? Another two patterns also emerge, not
just the always around one or in the first fifteen minutes past it,
but notice the lovely initials of the words 'door slammer'. Certain
initials around my life are totally freaking inescapable. Oh well,
I've been indirectly told that this is the case, not being able to
get away from my life that is. Clarence Harris and I had this
discussion on 1998 or 1999, I honestly do not remember which year,
depressing shit is best left forgotten, if possible. Besides the DS
initials and the times that it never seems to miss when bad, is a
third thing as well. It happens every single rotten time that I am
doing something connected with THAT FAMILY. They hear me on the phone
with Ann King, or they hear me play very quietly, some music, but
whatever it is, it literally MAKES THEM CRAZY, and then they violate
my civil rights, which I fully intend to prove and send the evidence
to Jackson, Sharpton, and the ACLU. I am 10PCB and proud of it, and
I'll have someone on this faster than Jack McCoy and his flying spit.
It is note worthy to mention that I never see him any longer
advertising for TD Ameritrade. I bank at TD myself and was trying to
become a day trader with the dude who bought this computer and later
via monthly payments, I now own it after paying him off. We are no
longer friends and neither of us work any more for the fake phony
charitable organization called HARVEST FOOD OUTREACH CENTER of fort
Pierce, Florida. This Indian-Giver gave me a table to put my audio
system on, and then took it back, no longer wanted to be friends, no
more going out once in a while to eat and talk, it seems it is all my
fault that I had computer problems and was not a guru, and that it
takes fifty grand to open up a day trading account at Sam Waterston's
place or any place, I was told it is federal law, this minimum for
day trading, whether it is true or not, I can substantiate, how can I
ever know the truth or if I am being bull shitted by my Wall Street
enemies who have the power to govern, own, and control my entire
life, my old buddy, Alex Jones, co-hater of the new age America? How
can I live much longer and stay at all sane, under all of this hell
and persecution that they put me through either, my friend? HOW MANY
TIMES, old buddy, pun intended, since this wonderful family is so
caught up in the total obliteration of one, MARK WAYNE MOHR OF
HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY. Yes, you and me against the world Alex, and
anyone else that you might have the clout to help in this fight
against this unthinkable and unspeakable brutality, & the epitome
of mans inhumanity of man.
I
will be continuing a family tradition in the twenty-first century. I
am going to begin the 151st Psalm without any music to it,
all though, there is music to it on the YOUTUBE, click in the search
for “KING NEBNOOSHOO” and then view the video called, “DEAL
WITH THIS ANOTHER TIME”. Only posted psalms will be in English
tongue rhyme, and posted there musically, there will not be a video
on most or any of them, low budget operations force me to barely
survive and get by, fighting WOMOTAMM is a full time and occasionally
expensive job, lots of overtime, poor benefits, and it is a nightmare
job. I try and keep the faith, but I am going to reveal a powerful
secret piece of information that will embarrass the Free Press, yeah
free, that's funnier than Mo playing the role of Bob. So is was the
BOOK OF BEACH when I need it up here in the dam future? Thanx Russel
Thaxton, you did one heck of a job, fire-boy. Before I do any Psalm
work, let me say that more than the Press will have their time of
embarrassment for their persecution of me, as well as even crueler
activities over the course of about 42 years now to this very era
now, T-T-T-T-TOM!
I
will print ten digit area code included telephone numbers who have
called me, the PRESS being one of them, and I have their taped,
voice-mail messages saved as well as dubbed to cassette tape
permanent recordings, of them calling my residence repeatedly, and
making lightning code sounds over the phone at me. This started the
last few months that I lived in New Jersey before my coming down here
to good old stinking sunny paradise Florida in middle December of
2009. I will show the entire world how real this all is, and most
likely get a contract put out on my life, so I will be needing your
help big time soon, my pals over at the MIAMI FIELD OFFICE OF THE
FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION. You know peeps, you had a great
wonderful boss once a while back, make him proud, YO. Hoover knew my
dad and had him do some secret water dives, I have the photos to this
day, a few things survived my trip down here with the clothes on my
back, I did manage to sneak a few bags of my personal paraphernalia
out of the house that last afternoon, while renting the Agent Steve
Caruso home at 841 Sinatra-12th Avenue, in Hammonton,
non-Hoboken, New Governorsnore Jersey, rock on Bruce old pal. You
know Guv Naps, it really blows my mind how so many of my wonderful
pals in Washington think they can endlessly get away with this Nazi
type horror show being perpetrated on and against me all these years.
Nobody is going to get away with anything. Things WILL GET PROVED,
kind sir. I will politely promise all of you this, just look at the
many items on the news. You think you can use our money to run around
and have affairs out of marriage and steal, and live high off the
hog, hay I would say go for it, BUT NOT ON MY MONEY, YOU CROOKS!!! I
need to know who paid off the entire free press in my case, as my pal
Alex knows only too well, only one family could do this, and Mister
Robert McGuire, this huge secret of yours and the 'other Governor, or
his ex; is not gonna stay in forever. It will all come out. I am not
afraid of any of you mother fuckers. Ask the CCPO son, Ron Junior, as
I am quite sure his dad passed on the knowledge to him of my “AEB”.
I will use it soon, if this does not stop, and if you won't stop
interfering in my life, so I can fucking catch a fucking ass break.
SHAME SHAME on all of you bastards, SHIRLEY GLANDS, I can't dance
either, so let me find where Mike Jackson is hiding out overseas and
give the tabloids the story of the millennium. What a thriller
that'll be, YO.
In
ending this blog, Haddonwood Swim Club will someday be an entire
book. I could almost see it in a similar vein of my daughter, only it
will not be musical, but the real deal. Most likely it will just be a
book however. Still, the very nature of the place and the entire
story with this place, “WOW”, the word does come to mind, and she
had the good sense to use a release date that the PCN showed a great
match for its title back late in oh-9. In any event, yet me re-tell a
nightmare story that was observed by the owner of Konrad Beer
Distribution. They had a place across the street, and a high end
security system real state of the art. I was contacted shortly after
working up at the Tulleytown Landfill in Pennsylvania, leading to the
intentional auto accident that crippled me in more ways than
physically for quite some time, and many other things all happened,
and so I got the message to back off this thing, only now, what the
fuck do I have to lose. The Chief of security had retired, and sent
me photographs of the entire aerial assault over me on many days
while I was at Haddonwood and outside at their outdoor swimming pool.
These photos showed what I was going to post next on the MB website
that is now in the hands of the Atlantic County Prosecutor Office in
New Jersey, confiscated via complex political strategies. The
EXPLORATRONS ARE AT WORK AS I SPEAK, THE DIRT BALLS ARE SLAMMING AND
SHOUTING OUTSIDE MY DOOR AT THE TOP OF THEIR SICKO LUNGS ACTING LIKE
MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL CRAZIES, AND I AM ABOUT TO CALL 911 AS DEBBIE
THE MANAGER TOLD ME TO DO. This is a real super BOTBAR times two day,
and I will be calling 911, as they are acting violently and slamming
to the point where I'll end up in here with a heart attack, this is
illegal activity. Let me post up and get ready to call 911, the
GIFLIES of Haddonwood can wait for later, but you can see what this
power activates around me. I am posting this up and getting out of
here for the day, so they will lose.
END
BLOG, YOU SICK SCUM WILL ALL DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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