MORIANITY
PART FIVE, CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TWENTY
FOUR, AT 10:47 ANTE' MERIDIAN, 10 JULY, 2013, ON A LATE
WEDNESDAY MORNING HERE AT FORT PIERCE, IN HOT FLORIDA, USA-ES-MWG.
My
original plans have not altered. I am leaving for South America to
seek asylum and justice from the 30 years of major persecution that I
have now had to contend with here in the United fucked up States for
so long and putridity. All of my Google shit will all come down very
soon, all blogs, all social media junk, including all of my Youtube
shit.
When
they 'own' the land miss Fat-lady, then it only right for me to
conclude that these are their sites and if you do not abide by their
rules, you don't get to play, or if they do allow you to, you are
cleverly and relentlessly fucking cheated. No matter what I have
tried to do, they will not allow me to ever try and promote my music,
that contains the message of Morianity. This of course under normal
circumstances, would be a major constitutional breach, actionable at
law big ass time, and I'd have a law suit in the billions. But my
lawyer told me this morning, that they own these sites and don't even
legally have to allow anyone they wish to bar or discourage, to even
post up to them. So I am again left, what else, but mega-screwed.
Still I take contentment in the fact that being screwed is an old
partner and bed-fellow for me, and really, there is nothing new going
on whatsoever. Still, my father has great grand parents on his dad's
side, one from Lisbon, the other from Johannesburg, and this means
that I have two potential fights that I can bring to the courts
without a lawyer. I can do it all myself, and fuck these rotten
lawyers who are too scared to fight for me in this HUNTINGTON
NIGHTMARE. Letters will be going off to the ACLU, before this
business week is out. The market is flying up today, AGAIN, what else
is new? (WEIN-SOSO) or same-old-same-old. Here is where it will be
for the next year, within a short tolerance of inaccuracy in price
and timeline:
END
OF JULY, ALL TIME HIGHS ALL OVER AGAIN, AND CLOSING OVER 16,000
POINTS.
END
OF AUGUST, 17,000 POINTS.
END
OF SEPTEMBER, 18,000 POINTS
END
OF 2013, MARKETS WILL ABSOLUTELY BE TRADING AT OVER 20,000 BASIS
POINTS FOR THE DJIA (DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES.
By
one year from today in July of 2014, the DJIA will be close to 30,000
points.
By
2015-2016 somewhere, I GUARANTEE IT WILL BE AS HIGH AS 50,000 POINTS,
AS I TOLD ALL OF YOYU ALL ALONG, RIGHT BEAUTIFUL NIGHT-LADY GINA,
FROM THE NINETEEN-NINETIES???????????????????????????? HAVE I BEEN SO
OFF OR SO WRONG FOLKS, OR DO I MAKE YOUR GREATEST FUCKING STOCK
BROKERS DROOL IN ENVY, OF MY ALL MIGHTY PREDICTIONS OVER THE PAST 5
YEARS OR SO, GOOD BELIEVERS, YO???????
This
is all a total fucking no-brainer, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Clay
Coins and I will be day-trading, using his name and SS number and
account, and through a lawyer, it will show I share 50-50 with him in
our little day-trading consortium. This is all legal, as I cannot
risk losing benefits I need to live on until I can prove that this
will make me continual money and I would then no longer need to rely
on my SS bennies. My great TD Bank of Toronto, told me to come in
with Mister coins anytime, there is no minimum balance, just open up
and start trading. I plan to do just that. Follow the follow peeps,
you JUST CANNOT mother fucking lose week to week and month to month,
even if the market shoots up, falls down, or trends in a nowhere
zone. I refuse to live in poverty and under the threat of
extermination and covert annihilation by the fucking BFA any longer.
This
is really all I have to say for right now, good folks!!!!!!!!
I
will be blowing your minds with what not only GAGA revealed to me in
the cards, but also in my major last 90 days of Q&A, and new
matching items for the 81 constant never changing PCN's.
Try
to have a better day than I have been having for months now, as I am
planning my suicide very carefully. It does not appear that I am able
to die and remain dead, but I have some ideas that I am planning, I
never quit trying to exterminate and jack out of this Jim Pratt
nightmare, on or off, and FOR THE RECORD, Connie Dirtbag Legspreads,
and Jimmy Whywhywhy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
for really telling the nitty gritty Ronstadt details of shit that
made my daughter's step dad drool over at the Haddonwood pool in
1995, as well as using the full and complete ''FASCITAR'' magic, to
enable you to begin your trek towards becoming a T-3-E or a
(TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON), WELL, THIS IS ALL RIGHT AROUND THE FUCKING
BEND, so sing it and revive it, YO, sixties
dudes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For
now, this will not be a major ear-bender blog, as I need to plan lots
of strategical shit, and then execute it very very very Ingrid
carefully, in both 2013, as well as back in the days of Shirley
Grant, and Doogie Howser the greatest and loveliest
Lab-Technician on Planet freaking bloody shoe Earth if I
do say so myself in proud bragging. Just know that I am not happy in
my role as Mark Mary Two, but I am not going to deny the pier to pier
jump, with or without any distance-elimination inventions aboard the
SS SUNRAM, or for that matter, who knows, maybe even the fucking HMS
TITANIC. Well, let us not even
dwell on child molestation, CD. To me, this is the epitome of unfair
practices, as all of us guys so much as smiling or looking at girls
CD's age up in Canada, would be in prison for decades, yet this ugly
miserable pervert piece of shit lives on and on in his crimes and his
fucking luxury. He makes me sicker than 400 Trumps all stacked
fucking together, as is most definitely on my ''surf-N-Turf list, and
Grave Pissing list as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Master
sheet for posting YBCO remake song, onto Wordpress Blog-site.
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