SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCXXII
4:18
AM-EST-WEDNESDAY MORNING
MOVEMBER
7, 2012
STARTING
BLOG:
CONGRATULATIONS,
President Obama. I always believed in you. As one of your biggest
supporters who is only able to spread the truth with my blogs and
messages, this limits what I can do in many ways. Still, I have a few
unorthodox methods of helping certain events along, and I do my part
upon occasion when I deem it necessary. My little post up on Election
Day morning, being one little shove amongst the many, but I wanted to
bring my personal account to bear, and as a blogger, to illustrate
that indeed, my problems with whatever it is that has made it their
life goal and mission statement to mess up my entire life from womb
to tomb, does not vanish when either the R's or the D's are running
the Administration, but that a marked difference is in fact there for
me, depending on who exactly is in the White House. Now my mom always
taught me to vote the country, not my own personal situation, and
this would have been fine advice, if I was not struck in the
eighties, by something so monstrous and terrifying, that no words
could hope to ever properly begin to address it. The world has grown
much more complicated since I was a child, and growing up under
parental control. In all honesty, at my age, it is really as though I
have lied my life on two separate planets, just where the split off
point would be, would be anyone's real guess, and mine would not be
any better than any others, I am quite sure. Most folks at best, try
and vote a split, half for themselves and half for what is best for
Old Glory. Still, I do hold strong opinions since President Reagan
took office, and changed the world from the 60's love generation, to
the 80's greed generation, that went on and on, never looking back,
right through present times. Now don't get me wrong, I did respect
Mr. Reagan, and even agreed with many of his ideas. In some ways I
even found him quite a cool dude. He came right out with a left field
light years off mainstream idea of stopping all possibility of
humankind destroying itself in a nuclear war. Whether different folks
agreed or not with his actual idea, being the Strategic Defense
Initiative, still, it really was a powerful concept, for an
ex-Hollywood Actor, to even be entertaining; as our president in the
new 'eighties'. He may not even have meant to cause the harm or the
greedy new world of out of control capitalism, to the point where
left unchecked, all of the business mathematical models and
projections, insists on an eventual self destruction of the entire
system eventually; but I do believe his heart was in the right place
for the most part, and adding a little humor, maybe, for a
republican. Also, I do not dislike all Republicans, and I liked
Nixon, and at first, was totally behind Reagan as well. But I began
switching away from the money party, as the Reaganomics as it was
called in these days and times, began proving to me that the system
was so rigged up, that no longer did any little folks stand a chance
of bettering themselves in America any more, and that spells the
beginning of the end of this great nation, if left unchecked, and
course unaltered.
Folks
I do not wish to bring any more politics into this blog, at least for
the near future. I only have spoken what I have because there is
proof that under the one party, my problems do seem to worsen a
little, while under the other party, they seem to lessen a little. In
neither case, do my problems go away by any stretch of the mind,
leaving the truth staring at me, cold and straight up, that the real
problem in its total naked and exposed reality, is for the most part,
totally coming from some source that is totally bipartisan.
Now
I want to tie something all together before retiring for the night. I
have told and blogged a story on numerous places over the past seven
years of my blogs, regarding the first of three stays at the Robin
Hill Apartments, at Apartment number 1802. I told and will not repeat
details now as it is late and I am very tired, but nut-shelling this,
about two years or just shy of the time I moved here, an apartment
for the third time during my short stay, had become unoccupied. It
ended up rented after just under three months time of being empty, by
a PLAYBOY BUNNY. She was horrible. She was very noisy, and she
partied twice a week, but never on the weekends, and she was a very
loud and uncouth party whore young girl type that would never change
or improve her behavior, and who could care less about any of her
neighbors who she was disturbing. She really was just like a total
Jersey Mafia whore type. Still, on the weekends, she never was there,
and must have taken her nasty ass parties somewhere else. Now I have
told the story over and over, how I pretended that my friend at those
times, Jim Burr, was going to be looking at the apartment below me
and was interested in renting it. Right before that, I said t my mom,
I am calling the FBI as I know they are up to a lot of stuff besides
just annoying the hell out of us with terrible noise. After-all, they
moved in just hours after I faked that Jim was interested in seeing
the apartment and telling my mother that he will be coming over to
the apartment rental office, to ask them if he could see it come
Monday. It was the middle of the month, and the place had been vacant
from when the prior folks had moved out, for two and one half months,
quite an odd time, 75 days, give or take a day or two. Little
maintenance work seemed to be being done to this empty unit during,
this time either. Now try and really pay attention here, or else what
I will be getting into won't make sense. After they moved in the very
night that I ran the experiment to see if the bug in my apartment was
indeed listening to me, and when they thought that they could not use
the empty unit any longer to place me under surveillance and
monitoring, due to Jim wanting to move into that apartment, a total
phony trick to get a reaction, but it worked, as I left for work, and
when I came home nearly nine hours later, a lamp was on in the
fucking bedroom, and she was moving in, right out of frikkin nowhere,
they instantly while I was ten miles away working security at the
licorice plant in Camden, New Jersey, just whisked this Playboy
bunny whore in there as my neighbor who would come to live below me,
and make me totally nuts. After about three months and remember, they
always went away on weekends at least; I did something stupid as
piss. Just as with that afternoon before going to work when I faked
and winked at my mother, and said that Jim will be over tomorrow
Monday to ask to see that apartment and he all ready told me he wants
to live there, a totally made up lie, but to see what would happen,
this time, with a wink, I told my mom that on the following week, I
will call up the local office for the FBI, and find out what is going
on with these prick neighbors, and I did this, and them starting that
very weekend, they never ever ever never, fucking went away again,
not for one minute, on any of the weekends after that, NOT ONE, all
the way until the time when my mom and I broke our lease and left,
with a doctor's note saying that these nabes and their noise and 24/7
loud partying made it impossi9ble for us to function and hold down
our jobs. EVER SINCE I SAID FBI,
they never ever went away on a weekend day again, just as ever since
I said Jim wants this apartment, and boom, that very night, I park my
car, and come home from work,and see a light on below my apartment
with a light on. Now, just as with this 1982 neighbor problem wit
this whore party slut Playboy bunny, the nabes in my building
suddenly changed on a dime here from across the hall and right
outside my apartment door, on this 6th floor of my PH
Building. It began in the 20's of the month of September. Before this
shit, they would at least go away for days at a time, totally
vanishing a while here and there, bringing me some lovely mother
fucking periods of peace and quiet. Whatever I wrote in my blogs from
the late teens through about the 25th day, back in
September, was another “FBI” deal. Whatever I wrote in that short
period of a few days of collection, caused them to never ever go away
for a few days at a time, and let me have a little peace from them
and their nuisance non stop doors, hallway noises, and all manner of
rude and crude behavior every single mother fucking day now, without
fail, since these early twenties days back in fucking ass September.
Later and over the following few days, I will begin reading my
documents carefully starting around the 10th of September,
and read them right up through the one done on the 25th,
when they really fucking acted up and never looked back since, right
down to the mind reading music attack, I talked about, it is all up
there, check it out. Whenever I do or say, certain things, that the
fucking jerk off slime bag WOMO-MILITUFORCE
does not approve of, which is pretty much just about anything; this
is when shit like this happens as a punishment, in this case, my
nabes becoming super fucking diseased twisted loud monsters. All of
it, the stereo blasting, this was all new and on top of all their old
loud noises that they always have made since coming fucking here. But
for right now, let me just post up this very interesting blog from
those very times when these nabes changed on a dime with me, and
started really messing with me, read this blog, then read that one,
and this is just the start, as others will also be posted up from
these days. I need to know what is causing all of this fucking hell
around me, YO. Anyway, congrats again, President Obama, glad to have
my pal running the show. Between you and me, I feel you know that I
do indeed have it within my ability, to perform some strange acts,
many could be very beneficial to the country. Let me know if you ever
want to know more, not that a careful scrutiny of these 7-year blogs,
does not sort of tell it about as well as I could tell it in person.
Let me move along and post this now, along with the one example from
those days when my HELL-NABES decided to declare war and strike hard,
not looking back, and like the Playboy bunny, never ever leaving
their unit for more than just hours, when they used to go and not
come back for 2,3,4, even as much as 5 days, for the past half year
or so before this changed in the twenty's of last September. I have
no reason to be kidding anybody about any of this, or be making up
wild tales out of school, this is all totally ass true, YO.
This
now goes to Blog SC-CH-#0561, we
will post them up all over again, until we reach the 25th
day of September. This is one way to get to the bottom of shit, and
is why folks in charge of us all, do not
really want the private citizenry keeping detailed accurate records
and journals of stuff. Once things are normally forgotten,
there is no way to ever really prove or even see a lot of shit that
is, and has been going down all around us for quite some time, and
not all that much of it is for our good. But when the memories are
basically blurred or fragmented, and unclear at best, then stuff can
come into our lives, and those responsible for doing it to us
covertly, know that there is no recourse for us as we don't even have
an accurate account, as time keeps ticking by. These
peeps are very smart, and they know all of this, believe
me folks, I should fucking know!!!!!!!!!!! I've been dealing with
this bullshit since the sixties, and it has gotten way worse since
the fucking eighties. Hay, why in gods green shit eating Earth, would
I lie? So now go and read Safe Journal Re-posted Chapter 0561, and
enjoy your day.
THIS
BLOG IS ENDING L-4, NIGHTY-NITE, YO!
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