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Post Meridian, 18 June, 2013, Tuesday Evening
Morianity
Part 5, Chapter #00106
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Now
it is time, Sir Barnabas Lamist, for me to open up some new gateways
into hell, as well as to further explore a bunch of old paths that
have all spun off from previously opened up gateways from
yesteryear's gone by, as this will all tie together, whether you
believe me or not, folks.
First
off, when the Dow Jones Stock Market turns around from a bad week as
last week was, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE tends to begin slowly backing
off their evil covert health assaults on me, and I am beginning to
feel better this afternoon. Still, I may plan to make an unscheduled
visit to my doctor, even though it is a waste, as none of the stuff
that is happening to me, will ever be detected by their tests
currently in use, and the system makes fully sure of that, quite
naturally. Still, I need to scream and yell an d complain every once
and a while, or else it just provides these fucking dirt bags, an
unlimited license to continue severely injuring me, and this WILL
NOT BE FURTHER TOLERATED.
Golly
gash darn gee wiz, all PROPHETS OF NOTHING, that are masquerading as
my original Epitome of Harassment Copyrights, misspelled all to hell,
from late in the nineteen-eighties; the drum beats may be silent up
here in the future on these blogs, but the HERE WE GO, afterward, is
still alive and well, and living here with the great Hal Lindsey and
his non-Mike sneaker wearing son, from 1980, on this good old messed
up and extremely miserable planet Earth. I already can hear two very
unique and special girls, going 'doo-doo-doo, as well as Tee-Hee-Hee,
and if we include CUPI GIVER Emmy-Louise on that bus trip back out of
the Big apple, we would have three. There's that wild and wonderful
number, but we can skip over this for today, as we could be 100 hours
or more just discussing numbers three and four, and real Morians,
know all of this only too freaking well, BRAH!!!
First,
I am not going to get real specific and write in the standard and
traditionally accepted mode of bland clear simply style of average
literary works, Morianity is not average literary containment, it is
a non fiction story of powerful deadly things, and we need not get a
lot more sidetracked by ISIS, not for a long time. Now it is time to
realize just what this marvelous creature has done for me, allowing
me to become a totally 100% enlightened individual, and with a
motive, goal, and purpose. This being, to write the MORIANITY STORY.
It began on cassette tape in 1995, and the preambles that all led up
to it started on 2 February in 1983 as a mere phone recording journal
of taped conversations, and tens of thousands of them perhaps, but
still, this is neither hair nor there, Mizz Donna Adrian Gaines, up
in World Labs, all lovely and retraced, and 29 years old all over
again. Something that later turned into a 1983 song, and yes, here we
go again peeps, only with something new this time, and it began as,
''There was a man with a Coppertone tan, and from me he had stole,
and was on a big roll, 'till the day came and went, that a tape I had
sent, arrived in his mail, and his casket was sealed, to the very
last nail''. This went on for a few more little rhyming jingles, and
I do not remember it today, 32 years later give or take, after
hearing him over a company owned citizens band radio, and his handle
number was 601, just as my address here on the corner of Seventh
Avenue and Avenue B here in Fort Pierce, Florida. Yes, Governor
Florio, we sure had fun playing in that parallel reality casino that
day after I rear ended you on the Atlantic City Expressway. You went
onto do a second term in that reality, but in this one, I was wrong
that things would be the same, as this was not the case. Still, those
dying confessions keep right on happening, and wouldn't it be nice,
as the old sixties songs go, if just once, someone would fink to the
power structures of the world, on those responsible for totally
ruining and destroying my entire life, just as it happened, ''over
there''? Still, try all you wish, the only place you will find Jimmy,
as I was going to tell Mike Tedesco in 1975 but chickened out, is at
the Pittsburgh Hotel on IOSC
Avenue and the Boardwalk,
in Atlantic city, well hidden inside secret passageways that all of
the Stockton College students all put together back in the late 20th
century, know nothing about, despite being so close, and yet, sir
Franky Valley, ''so far''! Oh Sherry baby, NI-NI-NI. It is no fun
being a living dead person, but I will take solace in the fact that I
live on food and water, not what drives the great bushes hider,
Roseann. Still, the only thing that is real is the void, and the
only thing that is a close second, is the Exploratron Reality. There
are all of the great majority of existors in the fifth dimensional
hyperspace who are non-advanced T-1 or T-2, and then there are the
few advanced existors, you know, the T-3, or the
(TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS).
A
child with half his or her brain cut out, can see the powerful truth
about WALL STREET. It is the clubhouse of the world owners and
controllers, AKA the WOMO. No matter what the economy is doing for
mall of the rest of us, just as the great TV Judge Joe Brown says it
so perfectly well without missing or skipping a single measure and
beat, the only winners in a bad economy is WALL STREET, and my simple
point, is that MORIANITY HAS TOLD YOU ALL THIS FOR NEARLY 8 YEARS
NOW, and so why does it remain so obscure, when Christianity did the
same thing, you all know what I refer to, fantastic cosmic parlor
tricks, AKA 'miracles', to get their little cult going? Well, because
those in power, still are the ones in all times throughout global
civilization in any and every period in time, ''who decide who makes
it, and who cakes it, right in the puss''. You may quote this from me
all the way back to before most of you were even born, this is my own
original saying, ®. Is a wonderful and awesome W---O---W
fitting
right about here?
A
moron can see what the markets do, a total moron. There are ten
obvious simple things that could make anyone with a spare hundred
grand to play with, a billionaire, and there is nothing the SEC could
do about it, it is not insider trading, just totally knowing what is
inside of the MIND of the pool of total investors, a key to making
billions out of relatively small chump change. These bastards take
profits and sell and then buy again with the monies they stole
legally from smaller investors who get stopped out or margin called
out. Smart money follows the follow, and 60 percent of the time, it
will not whip saw out of that. It opens higher than a previous close,
it goes up that day to a higher point position than where it began at
9:30, and should it open lower than a previous close, it goes lower
that day to a lower point position than where it began at 9:30. Six
or seven out of ten times, you just get in with the other buy or sell
orders that are processed ahead of you naturally as they are why it
is opening at a different price than where it last closed, but this
one little trick is nothing. Still, I do not give away a goldmine, as
you need to have a lot of money stashed in the account and you need
to trade with a small percentage of it to avoid losing when you
shouldn't have to, in margin calls and stop out protection triggers.
A child can draw a line on these stock charts and connect the low
points and the high points over one day, 5 days, 10 days, and more,
and see that once these huge Dow Jones moves begin, they last for
years, and you just keep buying more positions as the market weakens,
and sell off others while the market rallies, the old buy dips and
sell rallies trick, only it needs to be timed right, and you need to
play with a small percentage of your full money in your account, or
YOU WILL GO RIGHT DOWN THE DRAIN, AND VERY FAST. The pros on the
floor intentionally gun the little people (drive prices up and down
on purpose) just to rob you of your hard earned money, to stop you
out or margin call you to a loss. So as you keep losing, these fat
cat owners (the smart money) keep winning. This is all JUST REALITY,
SON, Dennis Snyder. It is so much easier to lose than it is to win,
not because odds are against you such as in buying lottery tickets,
but because in the case of these legal thieves on WALL STREET,
they're given a license to steal all of the poor investors money over
and over with these unknown tricks, that believe it ore not, are not
really fully understood by average small time investors, (those with
under 50 mill in their trading accounts). If someone blew up Wall
Street once and for all and ended capitalism, the average person
would once again have a shot of a decent life in this country again,
but if any of you think that this is ever going to happen with these
bastards operating their crooked market up there in Manhattan, you're
deluded and pathetic. Our enemies back in the days of World War 2,
and especially the freaking Japanese Empire back then, they knew
these truths 100%. This is not telling anyone to commit any illegal
or violent act, I am allowed to tell the truth and promise all of
you, that nothing will ever change. How many out here remember all
the promises made to us by not just this president, but by every one
of them? It is the most horrible evil game and city up there on the
hill, than anything that the roman Empire could ever dream up in a
million years, but history will go teaching you that I am a liar, and
don't listen the fuck to asshole me. One day when it is too Scylla
late, even the top carpenters won't have a lot of love, or money
left, just watch and see if I am really so fulla' shit!
Do
you know which criminals I hate the most, and which ones in the very
long run are truly the most deadly and dangerous to the overall
population of basically honest peeps? It is not the rapist, those who
assault, and even those who commit murder. If you are killed, boom,
it is over, you don't even know what struck you. Rape is horrible,
and so is any assault, I should know, as I have been raped and I have
been physically assaulted, not once, not twice, but upon numerous
occasions. THIEVES,
ROBBERS; these are the most horrible mother fuckers on the planet,
and if I were the dam person in charge, the most agonizing tortured
slow death over MONTHS,
would be the penalty for those caught.
Now
just how did any of my words on this blog, open up anything new or
for that matter, add to already opened pathways? Well, I will quickly
give you a heads up. Reread it a few times, and then good folks, just
wait for the next half dozen blogs that come, because this is the
foundation blog that will support all that is indeed upcoming. Also,
I need to complete it by adding in one tiny additional thing. When
you read my blogs forward or backward, it shows that something that
has no need of life in any real order, in their own lives, that is
behind the miseries in mine. If you cannot see it, you need to do
yourself a giant favor, screw me, I am not the one who counts here,
you do. You need to throw Morianity right smack dab into the trashcan
right about now and forget this ever existed or that you ever
stumbled onto it. If you cannot see it, you are not just wasting your
time, but as bible scriptures do indeed also promise, there are cases
where not hearing at all, would be much better for you! Folks, even a
freaking ''WOW'', is not saying enough here, YO!
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