SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0551
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE:
091312.510
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
BSNF:
“TIMES 10 TRILLION GINA, I TOLD YOU SWEETIE”
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2012
VOLUNTARILY
SWORN LEGAL OATH OF TOTAL TRUTH
WITH
ALL ATTACHED MAXIMUM PENALTIES
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
There
are several topics that I will list right here at the heading of this
blog, so I can be sure that my dementia does not make me forget to
write it all in. First, I TOLD YOU THAT THE DOW JONES WOULD FLY UP TO
ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, EXACTLY AS IT IS DOING, AS A RESULT OF MY
FAILURE TO BE ABLE TO COPYRIGHT AND POST UP MY SONG CALLED, 'YBCO', A
REWRITE OF AN OLD 1983 SONG. This is 2 straight Thursday's now where
the DOW JONES shot up more than 200 solid points, and is red hot
bullish and flying up on the week, and has not seen a down week in
months, despite RECORD HIGH GASOLINE PRICES, LITTLE 99ERS DOING
TERRIBLY, SUPER HIGH NATIONAL UNEMPLOYMENT, and many other normal
events that all combined, all through most of the 20th century, would
force the Dow Jones to seriously drop, or at least, never climb up
into an absurd rallying bull market that out roars the freight
trains. It is over 13 and a half K points now, just about at all time
record highs, I told all of you this would happen, and I never get
one mother fucking ounce of credit ever, for being right, I only get
used or scoffed at, by this sick diseased turd chewing world of total
ingrates, such as the shit eating Overschmidt brothers from the early
nineteen-nineties. I'll also be discussing a child molester named
Thomas J. Reale from Somers Point, New Jersey. As my last blog
indicated, what he did to me was inexcusable and he has no remorse
about it to this day, the mother fucking cunt lapping filthy diseased
twisted ass bastard. Still, those in the Criminal Justice Business,
will tell us all that these type of folks are always repeat
offenders, yet his record is totally clean as though I am accusing an
innocent man, and he is far from that. So one of two things is going
on with this 1970 bullshit between him abnd me. Either he has
sufficient power to do what he pleases and even go beyond the realm
of Michael Jackson as far as being above the system and never
answering for anything, or else, it really was just me that he did
this to, and for no other possible reason than obtaining my semen and
my family DNA, even way back then, for the gods only know what
demonic and twisted purposes and motives. As for the Dow Jones,
whenever my life is WAY DOWN, it is always WAY UP, this has been a
totally real and inescapable parallel-event ever since this nightmare
hell all began for me on yes, you know it, blah-blah---blah-bee-blah.
I refuse to even print that monster ass date in my history for a
while, I am tired of being nauseated by just seeing it in print over
and over mother fucking again. The third thing I will be talking
about on this blog is my basic day in detail, back on yesterday, that
I totally forgot to talk about on my last blog that did absolutely no
mother fucking cunt good whatsoever, in my futile fucking attempt to
fight this FORCE that I call the WOMO MILITUFORCE. For the past five
minutes since just shy of half past six this evening, my UNKNOWN
CALLER HARASSMENT has begun. It is legal, so long as it is between 8
AM and 9 PM, my local time, and I am hoping they break the rule, as
then I am within legal rights to tell them they are not permitted to
call me from any number again ever, this is the creditor laws as I
understand them and how they effect Florida residents such as myself,
YO. Calls always begin when I make a call and ask someone on their
voicemail to please return my call, and then it starts immediately,
almost to block as it does many time, the calls that I need to get.
This also, is taping, interfering with my general life, and also I
totally know it is fully completely illegal collection tactics for a
creditor to use, but they do it, and they get mother fucking cunt
lapping totally away with it. They cause me to miss my important call
backs time and time and fucking cock sucking time again. They are
without shame or conscience, they are bottom feeders, capitalist
swine garbage chewing pigs. This is putting things extremely
politely. So let us get down to the three things that this blog will
get into, shall we folks, as I approach a BOTBAR TIMES TWO DAY.
Since
my day yesterday was what the enemies of the WOMO-MILITUFORCE managed
to make me forget to discuss through powerful tools known on the
ASTRAL PLANE by this horrific monstrous LAMBRIGG CULT, as the
PAWM-PIE-ETTOS. Making people forget is way beyond normal aging, or
dementia or mild on-sought Alzheimer Disease. I know that my brain is
not as dead as it appears to be despite decades of unspeakable
cruelty and punishment by this twisted rubbish eating group of evil
twat lickers. Too many times, other people around me were also picked
on in like manner, such as citing the Tennessee Avenue example in
Atlantic City. When I was effected and made to totally have the name
of CALLIO blocked out of my mind on that street on February 7th
of 1997, the same thing happened again when I was with Ed Lynch at
the very same spot, right there just yards outside and away from the
Robert McGuire owned Pittsburgh Hotel. This time when I was with Ed,
we even caught on tape that things had happened to us that we had no
memory of witnessing, done to us by fat Irish bastard McGuire the
terrorist bully of the family of the TAWF. We were legally taking
photographs as any tourist is permitted to do at any resort city such
as Atlantic City, for my website, called the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION,
and McGuire injured both us as well as destroyed my freaking only
automobile. It is all in the photo, yet we remember nothing of this.
I hope someday, my kid realizes that I have no other motives in all
of this, than to tell her what horrible ass distant cousins she has,
and what they did to me for decades with no good cause whatsoever,
and to her as well, as a child. She knows it, and that fat bitch O
knows it too. Naturally, the Atlantic county Prosecutor's Office, has
managed to very cleverly abscond the website through no laws broken
by me, but they have the MF-2 Website CD in their possession, and
will not release it ever to me, even though I legally paid Eddie my
agreed upon price with him, of 150 clams. Eddie and I are not part of
the greedy fisherman club of Atlantic city, and surrounding areas of
this globe, headquartered in Manhattan at Broad and Wall Streets, sir
ALEX JONES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
yesterday was as I told on the other blog, a very horrible fucking
day. I have come to be certain however, that I am not permitted to
post or copyright my own rewritten song, not with the harmony tracks
digitally sampled from my old 1984 television conversation with the
great transdimensional and butterfly elusive, Doctor Lymphglands
Carey. Speaking of more memory loss, a total wipe out of my memories
are also the result of going to see the great throat specialists in
Pennsylvania, near the area of the intersecting roads of Academy Road
and Grant Avenue. I have clear memories of many things all throughout
many times before and after this exact trip out to this wild and
elusive doctor whom seems to be able to take the shape of a middle
aged male when so desired, and then revert back to the age of
fourteen as a lovely curly haired teen girl. But this is all old
news, for those who studied and read old blogs in 2006 and 2007 about
the appearance at my Haddonfield, New Jersey school, of a strange 22
year old goddess with long hair, very tall, very physically strong,
and named “SARAH”, who also could and did, come into my DREAMS,
and then future events would follow the dreams, keeping the
conversation in the normal forward-mortal time and event flow, as my
readers insist on in order to better comprehend my message. Anyway,
the great Doctor told my mother and I quote, “That's not his
problem”, when he called her at her office after I had left, and as
my mom tells the story, she asked him why her son cannot breathe or
swallow and is in agony and seemingly chocking to death. Well then
doctor McDonald Lifedays, what is my problem, oh wise swami, as my
mom never got that answered, to hear her tell it. She just promised
to follow up, and then everyone sort of just as usual with me,
VANISHED, as though through a dam time warp or something, Huh Mister
Orson Water Wells of the ACMUA. Shame on Dancer Shirley Glands, and
you too Spell Checker, for not recognizing the name of 'ORSON'. Now
for yesterday. First, I made a big error in the middle of July. I did
a recording project, and brought my samples to a great place, and a
fabulous job was done on my song, but on credit. Nothing can leave
the studio until the bill is paid, not through uploads or as CD
product. That is only fair. I would pay it within a year if I had to
hold up a freaking bank as the goddess is my witness, but that is not
a very nice thing to say. Still, I have tried to renegotiate and
refinance my car, change cars, do all manner of things to lessen
monthly payments so I can at least save more towards the full amount
of my incurred studio bill, and not one thing works, it has all been
stopped and blocked. So I had the bright Patty Parsons idea yesterday
to ask for my old job back up at the 25th Street Harvest,
and they wanted me back. The only one who wanted me out was big red,
or Jessica Grant, she hated me from day number one for reasons only
she knows. She is now working in a newly opened store further to the
south, so they welcomed me back yesterday with open arms. But when I
went to my AARP people who actually pay me as the work as far as
HARVEST goes has me as a volunteer, this is a charitable
organization, and many folks do hours there, sent there by courts and
judges, housing places like my building and many other things cause
folks to need to volunteer their services there, in some form of a
community service to meet an hourly and monthly requirement. My
program had me as a volunteer, but paid through a stipend system of
the AARP, headquartered on E street, in good old wonderful
Washington, DOC, (District Of Columbia). In any case, my AARP bosses
told me I am not allowed to go back to any site where I came from,
and even though others were fired and came back, it was not people
from my particular AARP Program, under strict rules and guidelines
under President Obama and his Stimulus Package System. Then there was
a deal with an advertiser on cable television, more crookedness that
if I was doing it, I would be jailed for years, it is called DRIVE
FOR 99. They say on the ad, and I have the fucking videotape, 99
clams down, and 99 a month, no matter what your credit is. But when
they call you back, the story totally changes that only excellent
credit gives you those great numbers, so in other words, it is just
another pile of huge fucking liquid pig shit at the speed of fucking
light cubed. Somebody, somewhere, something, Shatner old boy, just is
making major fucking sure, that I cannot get my music project, and
this is why that DOW is going up and up and up straight to the stars
in the mother fucking cunt ass heavens, and is not looking back. Just
watch folks, 300 points up every week from now through the next 6
months, MARK MY WORDS, it will be 40,000 points in a couple of years
or less, just like in 1995-1997 when the WOM wiped me out after my
magical 1994 fucking year had ended, and things all turned to shit at
the speed of dick licking exploratrons. There are no jobs anywhere
around this hell hole area where this rotten family has sent me into
exile, knowing I would run here if they just played their cards
perfectly as they did, back in 2007-2009. Ann King sits up there in
luxury, in Hammonton, with my fucking 40 inch television, and I am
down here with a rotten little 20 inch piece of shit. They stole my
life, my daughter, my property, my soul. Don't be surprised if this
entire world blows the fuck out of its orbit in just a few months, as
I intend to do everything in my mother fucking power to bring about
the MAYAN PREDICTIONS, since you all want me dead and wiped out so
much, and have declared me a casualty of your sick war. When this
solar system blows soon, you will all die, until I decide to start
dreaming shit all over again, if I ever decide, and I may not, you
sick mother fuckers.
As
for child molester Thomas J. Reale, anyone who can read what this
blog says, and does not at least wonder about stuff now, taking this
into account along with 36th Avenue, all the wild
exploratronic visitations and time games, and my kidnapping into
their cult fold, and so much more; then you know what, the world is
hopelessly ignorant and needs to just go BOOM in late December, and
it may just be doing exactly that, LADS, LASSIES, LABBERS, AND
LAB-DOGS!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION FOLKS: NO MOOD FOR WABBITS TODAY.
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