SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCXVII
SUPER
COMPUTER HACK
SUPER
NIGHT SIEGE
NEIGHBORS/UTILITY-COMPUTER/HEALTH
I
AM BEING MAJOR FUCKED WITH, FBI, ACLU
TEOHIV/TMCEAM/MORPRO
BSNF:
“HUMANITY AND ITS SYSTEM OF VALUATION”
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I
began the blog ten minutes ago, and a huge fucking hack and crash
wiped out the entire blog. How much longer this machine is going to
last is totally mother fucking cunt lapping problematical folks. I
can only speak for my cunt eating self people, but my advice is never
to click any of the sites you see on television for computer help. If
you do, and they all want a lot of money, and if you don't pay them,
they wipe out your fucking computer. The entire world is a huge con
job and a hack, and I don't mother fucking trust a dam soul. Ever
since I recently clicked into the MyCleanPC dot come place, the
machine is far worse. You can all do what you want, this is my
experience with all these advertised sites. Anything advertised just
wants your money. A moron should be able to see through this, but I
was hoping I could get cleaned up for maybe ten bucks, and do not
have forty or more dollars. Everyone just wants to take a lot of
money from you, that is all they want. There is no exception to this
rule, it is a law of the mother fucking universe. I never was hacked
this bad, not ever, not until I try to post a blog, but this time, it
was the second I clicked onto my office program to begin writing it
on my document system. The system crashed up and even an unplug from
the internet would not restore my mouse, it just kept going all over
the place and would not respond at all to normal control. This
happens constantly when online, ever since Nick fucked with me in
February of 2011. Why you will not help me Sheriff Monks, I will
never know, sir. I am not making this shit up.
It
is as if some powerful thing knew what I wanted to write about, and
did not want it written, but I will do it fucking ass anyway.
Sheriff, never ever download anything, especially if my daughter is
involved with it. This is what wiped out my computer back in Mullica,
New Jersey in oh-eight, sir! Sheila Franklin can feel totally free to
chime in here with her lovely tits hanging out, huh Hamburger, god
all mighty army man, are we loving it with a five card dream? Folks I
will tell you right here and now why I totally know the bible shit is
real even though it does not operate normally with me, and I will go
onto tell you why the fucking law of success or attraction or the so
called 'secret' is all real as well, if the entire story was told, to
quote the other big O, right Barry? I know how real it has to be, as
I have seen the proof for fifty years now, of the true fact of the
opposite of this, happening all around me, in such total and perfect
clockwork fucking precision, that it defies any possible chance of
just being some stupid ass fucking cunt coincidence. Just because I
can't know how to reverse the polarity, and suddenly make things work
FOR me with the same vigor as they have always
worked AGAINST me, does not nullify or dispel the powerful
fucking ass truth that there indeed is SOMETHINGM, SOME POWER, SOME
REAL HONEST MOTHER FUCKING COSMIC SECRET, I know it, and not because
of any book from Napoleon Hill, not in the seventies or the twenties,
instead, I HAVE SEEN AND I HAVE WITNESSED THIS FUCKING SHIT.
I
can threaten to have MAGNESONIC do all kinds of things, but even if I
obliterated the entire universe with a velocitronic strike of cosmic
proportions, SKY would just re-dream it all right back, and then kick
the crap out of me when I go to sleep. I cannot beat this
inconceivable all mighty totally ruling teen queen, it is her game,
her rules, her world, her universe, and she knows that I am the only
one who knows the entire truth, and I also know that this truth is
all somehow wrapped up in that fucking ass December 1969 three line
criss crossed chemtrail, the Speedship Sunram, distance elimination,
Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, and my getting hypnotized, early in
fucking 1996. I will soon tell the secret of quint-key-combos,
invisible text, and taking down entire galaxies off the upline
internet, if these dirt bag worms don't get off of my back soon. If
you are out there, ADA Wirtz, you sure must have enjoyed putting that
long steak knife dead center through my fucking back, old buddy.
Where is Fred Tunnels Windstein these days, magic mirror Craig Tandy?
Have any of you seen Mister Dewitt these days? In no real world could
history keep reshuffling itself this accurately and precisely over
and cunt eating over again. Still, let me get over to the topic of
how humanity places values on things, and how they are as clueless to
real truth around them, as a grade school girl with a crush is about
love, and I am being major ETOSS MIND HACKED
or I'd print a name that those in the know, indeed know who I was
going to say before it was zonked out of my mother fucking mind. I
said around those same days that I would tell someone anything, well,
how can I do that when I don't remember one simple name? In any
event, let us move this right fucking ass along, YO!!!!!!!!
People
place the value of something, or anything; based on some really
strange ducks. I have said that life is a silly old dog, and I did
not make that up, but really, I think it is more a silly fucking
quacking bunch of stupid ducks, and here is why. A dog, more than a
duck; knows the value of things. It wants to be loved, and it wants
to be fed. Well, men know this is true of women as well, but we won't
touch this bullshit with a ninety-two light year stick. Let me give
an example of some of what I am trying to get you think about. Then
if you really think I am wrong and have misjudged the human condition
on this one particular thing, go ahead, let me know, and tell me why,
and what you think. If anyone in the world has profited in any way
through any infomercial on the television, you need to go buy a
lottery ticket, because you are one lucky fucking person. Not one
thing anywhere is for real, and everyone just wants your fucking
money. If you think that is paranoia, fine, go waste tons of your
money growing lots of thick hair, and then go make a million by doing
this or that, and on I could go. If hair was growable, Donald Trump
would not need his silly rug. Everything in the world is a total
fucking sham. If these offers were so wonderful, they would be doing
it all themselves, shutting their mouths, and never getting near a
television camera. You know this very well deep down in your heart
folks, and I am just bringing it to the surface. Even the great
SECRET LAWS OF ATTRACTION of 5 years ago, bombed out. I told why on
my blogs. This was most likely the most near to honest non con job
ever run. Why this is so is because this works totally and always,
but what the tellers do not reveal, is that what your true real self
desires, is what will be attracted, if you follow these rules. We all
dream down from the Astral plane into the human fifth dimensional
hyperspace parallel universes, and exist here in a waking world
so-called physical caporial material life and existence, and we are
here fulfilling an already rehearsed Shakespearean life-play. What we
think we want consciously, is not what we came here to in fact have
or do. Applying attraction laws or this great mid twenty-ohs SECRET,
merely brings what you came here to have or do, come about quickly
and efficiently. Now there are rumors that the real information was
not revealed in this SECRET some years back, nor was it fully told in
the book that purchased from some publisher back early in the
nineteen-seventies by Napoleon Hill, called, “Think, and Grow
Rich”. Big billionaire 'OW' has made this very statement while she
was doing the last few years of her show. She said it is an
incomplete report, and that one needs to buy the 1925 version of
Mister Hill's report. I say report, as this book was the result of a
many long year study, as the story goes, of his following around many
of the wealthiest men in the world, and learning the intimate details
of their success, reducing to some formula, some kind of cosmic
system that if applied, you cannot fail to make huge money or have
huge success, or translation, forget what I said about the SECRET and
how it just brings what the real you came on the Earth to have and
do. This supposedly is a formula that no matter why you came here,
you will suddenly explode with wealth and happiness and success.
Well, if this is true, god bless all of you, and I wish you well, but
let me finish my point regarding how humanity places values on
things. Morianity is a great example to start this off with. It is
free. I don't want one red fucking cent from any of you, not now, not
yesterday, and not tomorrow. I am not here to make a lot of money. I
am here to tell a message. As soon as I get off this planet, I will
be the happiest mother fucker in the universe. No super secret is
going to change that, as there is nothing I fucking want. None of you
could ever give me what I want. I wanted to prove things that nobody
is aware of in this cave and dinosaur period, and no one wanted to
listen, so fuck it. I cannot beat city hall. Morianity is a true
story. It is as true if not truer than any of the religions that were
created thousands of fucking years ago, or the cults that followed
since that never grew to the size of an established religion.
Morianity does not have a collection plate, and I do not accept
donations. I want to endlessly give away my knowledge of eternity,
and no one wants to hear it or believe it. In fact, it is worthless
and valueless for two Earthly reasons. It is not backed up by
anything considered 'successful' by humans, nor is it filled with
exciting cool positive miracles or promises of great things, nor does
it connect into anything that has any financial price whatsoever. If
a Morianity Bible was ever written, it would have Gideon type people
placing them in mailboxes, and so forth, yes, the Jason Forrest from
the trees Disc jockey DS Syndrome, in its quintessential form. If you
do not place at least a ten or twenty or fifty dollar money tag on
your product, it is worthless, and humanity instantly and endlessly
perceives it as just that, a WASTE, and OF NO VALUE AT ALL. Totally
worthless, yet it just might contain every single answer than
humanity has been searching for for more than ten thousand fucking
years, what a shame, Macy Santa Claus. Since I have no intention of
banging my head against a brick wall forever, I will be bringing
Morianity to a close very shortly. Why waste my time? I have nothing
against making a profit or operating business and normal capitalism.
But when I have lived through a lifetime of watching the system go
from somewhat OK and acceptable, all the way to revoltingly
horrendous and miserable; forgive me for losing some faith in that
system. If I had a small store and was selling something and made a
living at it, fine people, but I am not trying to set the world on
fire. Today, that attitude of underachievement and lack of an
ambitious attitude is frowned on. This is why lots of people are
walking around on borrowed time, just heartbeats away from heart
attacks and strokes, and even diseases such as cancer and all of
them, these diseases result from straining all of the body's systems
to the point of lowering resistance and immunity tolerances needed to
keep us in a state of good general health. We all are over stressed,
and we all are dropping like flies. So called successful peeps are
not any better off, as they all want more and more and more. It is an
endless cycle, and my late friend David said it all, and upon many
occasions, “The first bite is too much, and every bite after that
is never enough”. That first bite is almost like Adams apple, or as
legend goes, as nobody knows what fruit this was, and few folks take
the Garden of Eden seriously anymore. Still, that saying from David
Charles Roth, is heavy and powerful, and seems to go from an endless
present time all the way back to the garden story and the supposed
fall from grace of humanity. One thing is for certain; if we haven't
all fallen from something, then what the hell is wrong, as something
sure is and we all know it?
Neighbors
have banged in and out and done a lot of yacking out in the fucking
hallway today. This was a day of noise, but then folks, as the saying
goes, what else is new, same old same old, also, same shit, different
day. I combine and abbreviate that to WEIN-SOSO-SSDD.
Ever
since Jessica Grant fucking screwed me over real dam good over at the
Harvest in middle March, my cunt lapping hellish life has totally
sucked. But if you carefully follow these blogs, you will see that I
already McKinnon knew that this would indeed happen, and I even let
her know that I know it, just like my 61st grand father's
Uncle Jesus let Peter know that he would deny him three times before
Donna's morning light ever came around. I tried giving a small
example of how this parlor trick is not only done, but what is behind
it, using that viral video of the little crying girl, but I would be
willing to bet big bucks, double or nothing, that nobody gets it. So
hay folks, then don't get it. I cannot hang you up side down and
horse whip you until you see the light. Sawn-allauu
man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will be asking my
GAGA-CAT, why the computer was
struck a while back, and why the nabes are pouring it on today, and
on my next blog, I will tell you what the score is with this!
For
now, I am going to wind down my day and get ready to fucking crash
and burn into hyperspace travel, and explore around a little bit.
Sarah Callio, now I know things a little bit differently, so you can
go ahead and just die, along with the rest of your miserable rotten
clan, sweetie, while I am stuck with my SCYLLA situation, endlessly!
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