SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0452
11:26
AM ON JUNE 10, 2012
ALL
TITLES AND SUBTITLES, NO 4TH
STARTING:
I
will be quick and tell a few things. First off, I asked Gawky
Gaukauk, why this three day nightmare death siege of Friday-Sunday is
happening to me, and got the answer, PCN-482. Jim Rockford, where are
you when I need you? Yes we will get back.
They
are super pissed off at me as it does not take rocket science, just
jerk offs like EW Owner Trump and his buddies, to figure out what I
was talking about several days back regarding my new tune. Man do
these jerk offs hate me doing anything connected remotely with the
language of soul. Christ All Freaking Mighty. Oh well, tough fucking
beans, Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason, piss on, and piss off, mother
fuckers.
I
am held back from not only doing things under this HUNTINGTON CURSE,
but knowing many things as well. I may seem to know a lot of stuff,
but the stuff that needs to be openly told to me, is being literally
prevented from directly ever blowing my way, not on any of the four
winds that I am familiar with, anyway. Now this does not mean that I
improvise truth, and yes, PCN-484 has a million listings, and “IS
TELLING LIES” is one of them, and so it is time to explain a few
powerhouse things, so nobody starts thinking that I am lying directly
about one single thing. I have been told that if it was easier to
prove things in court, the number of prisons that would need to be
built in the next ten years, would almost need to triple, and this is
a law enforcement source both reliable, and needs remain absolutely
anonymous. Conviction quality evidence is so rare in the opinion of
prosecutor ADA staff throughout the United States, that they are
willing to make deals that provide for a definite sentence in amounts
on average that are less than half of otherwise legal minimum prison
time sentences if convicted as opposed to pleaded out. I never
learned this exact information on any of the episodes of the L&O
television show, only the concept. When I did the legwork, these were
the results that I have come to trust, and now have printed. My point
is that it is dam hard to prove to people, one god dam thing. If
Jesus were real in the way that born again Christians desire it to
be, they are pathetically ignorant to the fact, that he would just be
crucified all over again. Nobody believes anything, everybody doubts
everything, and we all would be cerain fools to change the way that
we do business, as this in not a perfect world, and in fact, it is
not trustworthy at all, and it totally sucks a big fat one, at least
the last time that I looked around. Bad error, Mister President, wo,
hope you ducked in the first five seconds and avoided some of the
punch power. Dam it I don't want distant fucking cousin Trump running
this show, no more big mistakes, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just
because I am an Alex Jones fan, don't misunderstand my politics, sir.
I am not against you, and I think you have done one hell of a good
job cleaning up after a number of bipartisan royal ass screw ups, GO
O!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still think you rock, and I know my '' does as well.
Now
back to my points for the day. Gawky makes me realize that I may take
a few too many liberties in a sociological order of peeps who are so
totally trapped in three dimensions. Now don't go saying, LIAR LIAR
PANTS ON FIRE, DAVID BACON AND OTHERS OUT HERE, because, just as with
my friend David Roth that night at the Military War Games Highpoint
Station in the Warren Grove area in the New Jersey Pine Barrens, back
in the summer time in the year of 1997; he would not entertain the
concept that life is totally fifth dimensional, and things can be
lived on a higher level, and that does not mean fabricating any
truths with an excuse that in a multiverse of unlimited parallel
reality atomically existing, that anyone can pick and choose
anything, say anything, and like a broken clock, you are being
totally honest and accurate no matter what you might say, 5th
dimensionally, a total of 730 times annually. Did you ever stop to
think that you are most likely not right as many times per year,
right on the nose for 59.9 seconds, as a dam busted clock? Well, as
you ponder on this, yes, I could do this, I could say anything and it
would be true 5th dimensionally. Yes, this needs to be
admitted out in the open. You are no different, the same applies to
you. Still, with all of that, listen up before you get ready to Ed
Lynch me and bring me a real Huntington fate, wo. This is not what is
happening on these blogs, nor was it what I was planning to try and
do with David Roth, if he had been just a little more astute and less
limited. I still live in the three normal dimensions when I interact
with three dimensional cohabitants of this waking world, and would
not insult your intelligence by playing the hyperspace parlor trick
of ultimate deception. This would discredit me as a blogger, and make
me a target of all sorts of nastiness, without getting any bad peeps'
old telephone numbers, or printing other ones without good cause.
Folks, I am just letting you know, and you can ask your local Physics
Professor if this is truth or not regarding the quantum realities;
but I could be doing this and still be within truth, in my five
dimensional awareness. However, I respect all of your limitations of
existing in three and not five, and hence, I would never do parlor
tricks and pass it off as 3-D truth. I am letting you in on this to
further try and prove my integrity and honesty. Still, I have done
less than be as cautious and careful as juries or journalist media
newscasters. I believe, if the L&O show is accurate, the recently
aired episode with the man who shot himself and was a somewhat hated
journalist who reported positions of American troops during the Iraq
confrontation, and as a result got them killed, and in this episode,
before he said to McCoy, three cheers for American justice, he told
him that the press attorneys require three fact checks before they
allow publication, that is their standard to attempt minimizing and
avoiding potential lawsuits, quite obviously, and juries need to
convict or acquit based on evidence that is sufficient or not
sufficient according to exact legal procedures and instructions from
the trial judges. I do not hold my blogs to the standard of requiring
three fact checked sources, and neither does any non press blogger
either. Ordinary unpaid unprofessional or amateur bloggers, do not
legally need to do this. We can be sued, but in order to win a suit,
the one instituting it must again, prove in the court system, that
the person intentionally and with malice, outright lied and caused
real monetary and character defamation damages, and this is hard to
prove. Before I could be sued for one thing so far said on my blogs,
because they do in fact tell the truth in this universe unless I say
it came from another one, and I always do should this be the case,
such as in the example of the song called “Wanna Spend My Time”;
and many other situations, I always told the truth and said they came
from what present day humans call the dream world, and what I know to
be from a future lifetime existence, the multiverse and parallel
localized existences, but before I could be sued, think of the Jason
Forrest's that I could be suing for not only saying so much about me
without permission, but selling my material to Aquarius Records,
whoever they really are, and frankly I have better things to spend my
time on, no pun intended whatsoever, than to give a lousy crap.
Hopefully, this is sort of the new age internet attitude in general,
and I am probably one of the most tolerant, as stealing and making a
prophet is illegal, and anyone can check out my very valid numerous
copyrights in the musical arts. There has been an accusation made
against me that I stole some music from TWC. About two months before
the first time they ever aired their very similar version of parts on
my work called, “General Breakdown At Musicians Sike Ward”, I
played this tune from parts of tunes I made up in the early nineties,
from Gibbsboro, New Jersey. I made a cassette copy and played what I
put down on the keyboard, just as you can hear it on the YOUTUBE if
you Google or search this title there, and if you cannot find it, you
may need to first get to my channel there by searching KING
NEBNOOSHOO, but I played this in my car, at high volumes from time to
time, at traffic lights, nothing like the nutty rappers do, but loud
by near age sixty folks such as myself, and I think some prick
recorded enough of it from a digital device such as a cellphone or
whatever, and sent this to TWC as it was about 60 days after I made
my keyboard cassette tape, that I heard TWC version. Now, they have
their version all copyrighted, and I only have it symbol copyrighted
from YOUTUBE posting, and do plan to copyright all of my YOUTUBE
work, but it is legal to make a symbol claim and affix the © symbol,
as long as you do plan to actually pay the fee to the Library of
Congress, eventually, and fill out the Performing Arts paperwork
copyright certificate form. Now I do not care, and it might be a
coincidence, or not, and, my work was done in late January of 2010,
and if they claim to have done their version before this, than if I
need to remove my right to this work, I will gladly do so. I am not a
difficult person to get along with. I play fair, and by the rules.
Still, I would be willing to bet double or nothing, a thousand bucks,
that somebody illegally taped my car stereo in the early part of
2010, and sent this off as their work, to TWC. I always liked and
still do, and have respect for this network, despite their recent
change of hardly ever being there to do weather, and just having all
those silly shows, but it is their network and their business, I tune
now to the higher cable channel most of the time, as I need the
fucking weather, not a bunch of shows. Now we got some more 'truth'
out of the way, it is time to discuss the incredible search for Sarah
Krassle, that started in the beginning of the year of 1996. The
people that told me direct lies, were people in authority. The Camden
County Prosecutor ADA Ron Wirtz told me that I will find my answers
to all of this in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. I found stuff out there, I
don't consider them answers to my quest for finding SSJK in human
form, by any stretch of the mind. In fact, it was the people who I
was trusting the most, who were keeping me from my goal. I say this
in monstrous horror, but my own mother was the greatest culprit in
keeping me from learning these truths, she and her cousin Ruth
Huntington Gottwald, of 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York.
You see folks, first off, it is not a terrific thing in this world to
be considered someone with mental health issues. I was attending a
special education school during the period where all of this got
started, and the great actress Mary Tyler Moore and her lovely
entertainment world friends on that lovely Family Network Channel and
my old boss, Mister Wonderful Robertson, all conspired together to
hope that, and I will quote the movie meant for me, as Mary sort of
played my character in a very round about but totally accurate way,
called, and in the same time period when all this got going, “Secrets
From the Rose Garden”. These EW peeps think I'm a dam retard, I
know what has been done to fucking me by these filthy ass pricks. The
evidence stacks up over and over and over, but it would not make it
into a court of law, and even Bancrofter me, knows this, singing
Christmas Angels, and Jacobson Strobelighters all notwithstanding
times ten to the twelfth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes Mary
Green-Dress I-CHING Pearl, “I should have stayed Bancroft crazy”
or translation, I never should have come down to Atlantic City, and
dared to poke around in this wild family's business. Just forget my
freaking kid, I just fertilized an egg, that's all, as Doctor Jack
told me up at the Harvest not all that long ago. Well, I don't
fucking happen to feel that way about things, and right about this
god dam time of the year, this shit really fucking pisses me the hell
off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone that cannot understand
what I am going through, well you know it is total honesty time, so
I'll spare nobody's feelings, KISS MY MOTHER FUCKING BIG SWEET OLD
ASS HOLE. You want it straight up, you want to know why songs came
out like “Under the Boardwalk” and “Cherry Hill Mall”, and
why they were so fascinated with recording my voice on that
anti-pollution commercial, the one without the tearing up canoe
riding Native American, well, as I said, maybe this is all not court
evidence, but to me, I know what I know, and screw all of you cock
sucking soulless bastards who hate my guts. You just go on hating me
all you want to Charles Delaware Time Traveler Tate as Count Quentin
and I really don't happen to give a Rett Butler
crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We will delve and dig a lot deeper
on a day not BOTBAR TIMES 3 and SUPER HIGH CALLIOTAMMIC!!!!!!!!!!
ENDING,
BUZZ HENNINGSEN MAROLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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