**MORIANITY
PART FIVE**
GOOD
FOLKS AND
BELIEVERS
OF THE (L-4), I HOPE
YOU NOW
WILL ENJOY READING THIS
CHAPTER
NUMBER
00067.
DON'T
SIT DOWN TO DINNER,
THIS WILL
NOT
TAKE
LONG.
We
are not ready quite yet to get seriously into REALITY-3, but this is
right around the corner, so please don't anywhere until you are made
aware of my thoughts about all of this. For now, this will be a more
third grade spoken way of rehashing recent stuff, but I want to be
happy in my my own mind that many are indeed, who read these words,
really at least understanding them, I am not going for believing,
Mizz Wrongway Studenteacher of 1972, but I would like to think I can
somehow increase my ratio of believers to full audience numbers. Even
upping this from about 2:40, to 6:40, would be a triple gain for me,
and there are indeed, in 1969 or out of it, “power in numbers”,
and yes, I do agree with you, oh wonderful lovely Misses Marola. I
was to young to appreciate how gorgeous you were back then, but I
remember now, also I had recently experienced a very traumatic
experience underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic City, if we can
count the antimatter direction of time-flow. Time now, McNulty. Feel
free. So let me take you all now, right to this attempt by me to
clear up recent things spoken in blogs, only no words like antimatter
or any other junk like this will be included, just very down to Earth
stuff, so you cannot accuse your scoffing by my somewhat occasionally
weird sounding word choices. What I will do
however, is take the next three paragraphs and put
them into different font colors, so you
can visually go to each of the three SECRETS that had no effect on
the miserable rotten EVIL-EMPIRE, as I have termed this since way
before I ever began doing BLOGGING. My dirt bag nabes are at
it with the doors this weekend, boom boom bang bang bong. There was
a party last night with a lot of family visitors, and this is going
to be another rotten weekend, then really folks, SOSO-WEIN? (SAME OLD
SAME OLD, WHAT ELSE IS NEW?) OK, let us now begin the more elementary
telling of these three big things that I learned were perpetrated
AGAINST ME, by the evil wicked vile MOMO-MOLI-2-FORCE!!!!!
READY?
Recently,
I came to learn that I was lied to at a computer store that was
expecting my arrival, through a man named Clay Coins, a once
co-worker of mine up at the Harvest place,
http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
and who entered into a plan with me to buy this computer, and it
would be mine even while paying it off slowly to him, and he actually
purchased it at the local Walmart, and I would day trade on the
market using it once I learned some stuff on how to use computers and
feel more confident about operating an on-line brokerage account, and
this meant first, I needed to acquire some tutoring and at least
getting a few questions answered, and he, clay that is, put me onto
this computer-geek type of shot right on Route One or the Federal
Highway that runs through Fort Pierce and most if not all of eastern
Florida, and is right across from the Fort Pierce Hess Gasoline
Station, in a small mini-mall. When I went there, this young geek was
horrible and treated me like total pure crap garbage. He would not
help me and just kept telling me everything I wanted to do could not
be done, and made up lies about why it could not, until I finally
while he took a cellphone call, just walked out of his garbage mother
fucking shop, never to fucking cunt return, and this is more than two
years later now as I tell you all this. This is why I gave up and
never day traded, and if I had not been told this lie by this paid
off or ETOSS influenced prick; Clay was ready to hand me a few grand
and we would have began to day trade with a 50/50 deal in place for
profits made until 6 months when I would then set him up in his
house, with his own computer, and show him exactly what was being
done. Unlike buying expensive 4-90,000 programs offered by expensive
seminar crooks, that sell day trading software, this would have been
un unnecessary expense, as I already can pick the movement of the DOW
JONES minute by minute and hour by hour and day by day way more than
80% of the time, as it runs directly opposite to my own life, so when
bad stuff happens to me such as a sudden blast of music or slamming
or anything, a health attack, you name it, I would go long position
on the Dow Index, and when any positive thing would happen, I would
take a short position, covering it with safe stop positions, and
could make a real killing. Clay would have had to buy programs and
hope for the best after the agreed upon 180 days of 50/50, but that
was the deal. But this lie told to me by this so-called computer
store owner geek expert, who professed to also be somewhat of a stock
market guru as well; and another total lie I am quite mother fucking
sure, looking back on it all now; is why this thing all went south
and got totally fucked up, AND ALWAYS, AND AGAIN old and new Clarence
Harris NEW KIDS, yo yo-ing all around, but never ESCAPING the energy
condition of ISIS SCYLLA AND HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
is the first PART OF HELLS EVIL DONE TO ME.
Now
I came to learn this lie, while making a deposit to my bank, the TD
Bank, my income tax refund ninety dollar check from my favorite uncle
Samuel Huntington, (UNCLE-SAM) where all this got started nearly two
and half centuries ago. I was speaking to one of the persons at the
desks in the branch, also on route one and not that far from the
computer place who told me that horrible lie about a federal law
prohibiting me from day trading without a minimum balance of a tenth
of a million dollars. Like a total fucking dummy, I bought this lie
and let myself get totally fucking ass con jobbed. This bank officer
informed me it is a total lie that the geek had told me, and that
there is no such law in place, and that any time I wish to day trade,
just make an appointment and they will have a person who opens these
accounts, meet me there at the bank office. I will be calling clay
back soon to see if he still wants to do this, I doubt that he will;
as once something is destroyed, it rarely is anything other than
forever 'Humpty NASA Dumpy' unrepairable, even with all of the
KINGS, the family, or their 'fairy-tale-peeps, all part of the
equation', oh and yes, it is time again, Mike McNulty. Then since I
was asking about this and given an answer that angered me as this
geek down the road at the computer shop, literally wrecked the plans
that Clay and I had made so carefully, and already had carried out
the first half of it by purchasing this very computer that I now am
typing this story on. So in my anger, I mentioned as casually as I
could, how home sick I am for Jersey, that Florida is not my home,
and how I came down here to escape some real monsters who had
Stockholm Syndrome kidnapped me in 2008 into 2009, the lovely KINGS
of HUMPTY UNTHINKABLE 2010 DUMPTY, NO LESS!!!! I said how those bank
trucks with the huge word 'WOW' on them, was so friendly and made me
feel like part of me was still back home, when I used to see one
parked outside your bank along the side just past the outside teller
drive-through area. That is when he explained to me what their uses
were, and why suddenly and recently, they were no longer needed at
this branch, of course, right after I was dumb enough to mention how
happy they made me feel seeing them, on older blogs, and then boom,
they were gone forever. What happened to make this go down, was to
covertly simply have the business and banking world cleverly get them
to alter the office party schedules and change things around so
another branch out of my town where I never would be, would now need
to have these wonderful WOW trucks. So in one fell swoop here, two
mysteries cleared up from one nice officer at my local branch bank. I
now know why there are no more WOW trucks and that I was lied to
about needing to open a day trading account with a minimum balance of
$100,000.00. But two is not where it ended, there were three big
revelations that all took place,and right there on that very same
mother fucking god dam day, good folks!!!!
Before
I even left the building where I reside, the Public Housing Authority
building pr 'PHA' Building, I ran into my resident manager, Mizz
Marotto, and we talked in her office, and I was told that her boss,
the big cheese in the entire local area PHA system, keeps refusing to
allow Debbie Marotto, to run a DRUG-DOG through the hallways of this
building, so as to clear out already known connected illegal
residents who against all PHA regulations, are part of the local
township and surrounding area drug culture. Doing this would
instantly rid me of my horrible thug neighbors, and this is not what
the local and state and federal governments who are persecuting me in
the first place, want done, and if this is not proof of my wild
claims on these seven and a half year blogs, then honestly folks, I
don't know what would be. What else can I possible tell abnd show,
that provers my nightmare hell is all true and real, do you need all
5 quarts of my blood, spilled? You may as well just call up Roseann
Delaney, around eight this evening; and invite her up to unit 607; as
I know shy can do the job, as she nearly bit out my throat, back in
May of 1969; and if you do not think my kid knows all about this;
watch her 2009 movie with a very open freaking mind, and then all of
her movies. Then MAYBE the light-switch
will come on, and the lights will then begin to glitter; along with
Queen Irene and Donald Ivana Sleazebag Trump!!!!
Folks,
I will go on and on and on, telling and retelling these three big
secrets, until eventually, SOMEONE WILL DO THE RIGHT THING, AND
FUCKING CUNT HELP A PATHETIC VICTIM WHO IS BEING SLOWLY MNURDERED FOR
27 YEARS NOW IN UNFATHOMABLE AGONY, WHOSE NAME IS NONE OTHER THAN
PATHETIC MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
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