MORIANITY
PART FIVE
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE:
072113.161
SUNDAY
MORNING AT FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CHAPTER
CXXXV
BEGINNING
TRANNY:
Please
do not abuse Morianity, no for my sake, but for all of our sakes, as
you may or may not recall, it can indeed cause severe Earth surface
disturbances, or ESD for short.
Folks,
we'll start off with things that have little to do directly with
Exploratrons and recent discussions, but think not for one second
that this does not perpetually connect up as that would be a serious
error in judgment.
All
things connect, and without further ado, and as an old song intro
begins, “Here we go”. There is an old adage that absolute power
corrupts absolutely, but what is absolute power, and why does it
absolutely corrupt? When the truer than presently understood truths
behind this are shortly made known by this blogger, perhaps many
things will start fitting better together on these blogs as a whole,
to many of you out here, and what a joke, I know it is between 30-50
and that is a far cry from 'many', but it is better than a zero.
I
am not greedy, and I will take what I can get, MELVIN STONE HARBOR!
Thank you Google for the prompt back there, but my recurring school
of mystery for so many years, is not part of this blog or the current
situation that I plan to discuss right now. Still, thank you, Fred
Windstein, always now here, Sarah. Funny funny sheila Franklin
Bigtits, but all laughs laid aside for right now; and more than it is
funny or even weird, it is dots connecting, and part of a secret
message given by me to this cave day world in that 1997 song called,
“Don't Hide, You Can't Hide”, and this you better bet Mister Ward
Cleaver, is no Jersey Public Transit Bus line, from the 1969 to 1996
year inversions, of the great die-twice Mister Callas. Where are you
when I need you, old camp counselor of Maryland, Mack Kaiter? Are you
and Louise hitting as many red 'X' blocks as I am? Did you ever ever
wonder why I told about the red-X deal, Mack and Louise, back in 1967
and 1969, or were you too busy wondering where the shadows would be
dwelling in the bright noon day periods each day? How would Mister
Macy and my distant cousin put this, possible other cousin Martha,
W—O—W?????????????????????????????
Then tell me this folks. What are the odds of a very unusual name
like Louise's last name, just popping up down the street from Jenny
Plageman's Trailer Park at the turn of the millennium, you know, that
building complex where years after David Roth and he worked together
for a short time, I was taking nut case
Dawn-Marie King to see her head shrunk so often?
People,
let us work our way around and through some side and rear doors, when
the only thing that walking you right through the front, would lead
to is a solid wall of cement. First, let us talk about the day I left
Andrews' Office and headed down the AC Expressway. I told them that
the only possible thing left in my entire life, for what is going on
around me, was the past I had in Atlantic City, and even though I was
unsure of so many mother fucking details of this macabre mess, common
sense normally eventually kicks in for all of us, and also, Pat
Jane's Mentalist TV show, and his point, does also, you know; what
make the most sense and what fits the most or better put I suppose,
what fits the simplest and easiest, this is indeed most times,
leading right towards lots of unknown sought after truths, by all of
us. I had planned to show what I could do in water. Bad move. I was
nearly murdered by the chief of the beach lifeguard force. His story
was he saw a large fast swimming object and came out to see exactly
what it was. Again, I said, this was his story, when I suddenly
observed him to my right. He would not have been able to creep up
behind me, as he never would have been able to catch me. All this
aside for now, and Haddonwood pool experiences as well, let us move
on again to a road trip when I was visiting cousins of my mom,
actually her first cuzz Ruth Huntington, from Suffolk County, in New
York, in 1972, and I met a lovely sixteen year old blond girl walking
her dog while I was walking the dog that belonged to my cousin, the
daughter of my mom's cousin and her hubby, the big hot shot yachtsman
of 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, and with me and Ruth, was the
children of Ruth's daughter, so if this makes them my third cuzz's,
then whatever, Christopher and Scottie. Now, if a murder was
committed just for sake of an example; then the next thing I say,
would tie these events all together quite sufficiently for the
investigators to absolutely begin to dig into all of this, and in no
way dismiss it. I speak of how I got the fucking crap knocked out of
me by two huge lifeguard mascots dudes in 1975, at what now is called
Hilton Beach in south Atlantic City. My mom went up to see all these
cousins, and guess who was there on the boat ride, on my 'uncle's'
ketch schooner, but Mister Sunshine himself, Jimmy Dean, and
Christine Myers, daughter of my mom's first cuzz Ruth. Now there was
n o murder, and this was brought up for reasons that I may or may not
ever be willing to go more into, but what did happen was not really
bloggable, as even though statute limitations would most likely be in
effect pertaining to a property trespass by me on that road-trip, the
home I entered, and the toddler I followed when she insisted I do so
on that day, is not Jane doe. Most or many know what is being said,
but do not understand where I am leading the story into right now. As
General Patton said a number of decades ago, it is only important
that I know, not that any of you know. He said this regarding a
battlefield situation, but the point equalizes anyway.
L-4,
speaking of the great general, I am now going to give it to you loud
and dirty, short and sweet, maybe not perfectly Nixon clear, but then
there are no tape recorders running right now, or are they, Mister
Lenny McKinnon, old 'gate-jam-pal-601' rap
music inventor, sir? Now if you want me to sit fucking here,
and believe about 799 stories, with similar lines running through
them, such as the one I will pick from recent times, and just this
year; YOU'RE AS NUTS AS 1,000 FRUIT CAKES!!! When my so-called
associates-friends from Port Saint Lucie, known now as
BonJovi Entertainment, did what they did, all innocent as it may
appear to an investigator, it is still just as
if, Doctor Garrigan of 1970 old pal, MOGOSP was in effect.
What is a MOGOSP, you ask me
folks? Well, if you'd fucking take a day to examine and archive some
old blogs, by clicking on the MY BLOGS link,
ever; YOU'D FREAKING KNOW, but for right now; I'll tell you all, so
how's freaking that? It stands for a MOTIVE-GOAL
SOFTWARE PROGRAM.
It is as though somebody had a cosmic program where they type in what
they want, to some unfathomable super computer, and it then does its
damdest to again, as the General would say, to carry out the orders!
Screw the spelling, the general said it and it's good enough for
fucking me, and Microsucks won't spell it right, so screw them all!
Now moving onto to the second and final point on this blog.
Friends
and fiends out here, I have told you all the truth on fifty thousand
things, abnd am begging you now, not to hold the one lie against me,
that I simply forced myself to believe back in 1996, or I would have
lost my mother fucking mind, I swear to fucking GODDESS ALMIGHTY. It
was a big error on my part, and there is nothing I can do about that
one, or the one ten years prior to that, when I wrote a really nasty
mean song about a very special person and will live to regret it.
Now, unpleasant as this may sound, fans and those who know about the
2009 movie, give me a break with or without Marge Leo. That line
about what would not be legal, how many things can go over your head
or won't you believe? Crissake, I said I was sorry about the July 12
crap, sorry about the August '86 crap, and now I will top all of my
apologies. I am sorry that Einstein and my dad hatched that nightmare
plot, and the Callio folks were in on it, and I have proof, proof
that I was planning to take to a person up in Pennsylvania next
month, but have decided to go to freaking Mexico instead. We can
discuss all of this further at a later time, or deal with it, or Bob
Andrews of Oak streak and your pal Albert Pileggi, back in 1975 also,
good old inescapable 1975, still, Lenny, “WHATEVER”!!!!!!!! Now
why did the future mayor of Atlantic City really come out that day
into the ocean as I was going just a tad bit too fast for a normal
swimmer? Well, the same reason I could post up a sworn message from
almighty Jehovah, and maybe have, and only get 10 hits or less. Call
it Exploratronic, Mogosp, or anything you like, folks; that's all on
you, B, but whatever is really going on, IS GOING ON, and is no
fucking delusion, Mashell Daniels and Dawn-Marie, two ladies who made
my life beyond hell, at the very same magical age. More mysterious
numerology, am I right GAGA, or am I right GINA and yes, Friday would
have been that one in eight or so of trades that would have lost me a
few bills on the market, I told you it wins about 7 out of 8 times,
so that means it loses about one in eight. Live with it, I will. No,
Microsoft, towns lived in back at the days of trying to find Sarah,
will be for other times and other blogs, WHAAAAAAA, MMCN!!!!!
BYE-BYE!!!!!
END
TRANNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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