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TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU TOLD YOU, THE STOCK MARKET
IS GOING TO KEEP GOING UP AND UP AND UP, HIGHER AND HIGHER AND
HIGHER, SO DON'T BELIEVE ME!
GINA,
GINA, GINA, GINA, and yes, YOU KNOW IT GIRL, BECAUSE I
TOLD YOU; and Mister Dunn thinks he
is so smart. But then so does everybody, even though I am the only
one who is being light-bulb Microsucks hacked, and is right all at
the same endless time. So put that in your pipe, and smoke it all
the way to cancer. You and me are serious as heart attacks, right
old 1998 pal, Clarence Harris?
There
are two kinds of truth. One is thinking we are awake, and the
other is not being aware of a full circumstance existing around
us. This is because we fell asleep, and are existing inside of and
through, one of our many doubles in hyperspace. In this state, we
are regular normal type-1-exploratrons, or T1E. You can learn to
control your doubles in parallel universes, and when you do, you
are a type-3, or T3E the way Morianity classifies this phenomena.
Under most normal circumstances, none of us human beings are able
to ever control what goes on in our own waking world, using a
hyperspace double, for the simple reason that there are too many
parallel universes in even the most localized areas of hyperspace.
One atom out of arrangement from one other, in an otherwise
totally duplicate reality, is still a parallel. So T3E make their
homes in no one universe, they indeed are citizens of hyperspace,
IE, they live in the full five dimensions of the multiverse. The
more lives they control in total, at key and critical times, the
more increase in their hyperdimensional wealth is established, and
by wealth, I mean power, and when I say power, I mean in no kind
of way that any non T3E is remotely able to even start to grasp.
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Now when I found myself in this parallel reality
yesterday, with this cult that always identifies themselves in
some type of subliminal electronic way, as THAT-FAMILY; the reason
that most of the exploratronic activity or dreaming is of a TYPE-1
nature, is because we do not prepare to be in control, and merely
drift off into sleep. So just what is the process that randomly
selects where we all scatter around in the multiverse, as
dreamers, some may wonder, and that is good to be wondering this.
On the Astral Plane, we have the gods and goddesses, those in
control that rule over the other entities who are not gods and
goddesses. On the surface, this Plank World seems like the
dreaming worlds of the hyperspace, but make no mistake, it is far
different in a lot of huge ways. Time will not allow me to even
start to get fully into opening up all those doors, on this blog.
The door I feel the need to open right now is the one part of the
ESS Club or Cult, by my labeling; called by them, not by me;
“THAT-FAMILY”. Some time ago, Ann King explained why Sarah
Nurocky referred t me as THAT-BOY to her friends in ?Atlantic City
in the sixties, but this explanation has nothing whatsoever to do
with the naming of their little CULT of ESS travelers. This
Astrally is code for CONFUSERS, WOLVES INSIDE OF SHEEPS CLOTHING,
SMIRKING AND SAYING I'M INNOCENT WHILE ALL THE WHILE PLOTTING A
HEINOUS CRIME AGAINST YOU, ENDLESSLY. Their middle name,
plank-wise, is OBFUSCATION. I could go on, but feel you get the
message, and will not insult you by saying more of the same thing
here, peeps.
What I have attempted to do for some time, is to
get a few real peeps coming up here; and thinking seriously about
the things I talk about, even after their computer is shut down.
This has a powerful effect. Thoughts are the whole thing, they are
why this universe is here, why time works as it does, why life is
what it is, and all of that nice philosophical junk that most
folks simply choose to never dwell on ever. You see, this ''ignore
all of this thought process'', works fine, until you get an
excruciating pain in your heart, and you fall down to your ,
unable to breathe; with the room spinning, or as you are bleeding
out, laying all alone after a hit abnd run accident, and you're
the victim. Stuff never ever happens to you though, does it; well,
think again, Charlie! But those who read me and laugh, and don't
care; there is no changing them, and goddess bless them. But a
few, hopefully, have begin thinking, pondering, wondering,
cogitating, meditating, really spending some quality time with
morianity. When you do this, it is because trillions of your
close-in doppelgangers in localized parallel universes in th
ehyperspace multiverse, are also making the choice to do this or
to not do this, and you become on of the balancing, DO-THIS ones.
It really is that simple. Every singe decision and thought, is a
programmed balance in five full dimensions. So can I write about
these truths and effect these truths by doing so? Yes I can, to
some degree, but these are gray areas, and uncharted waters.
Normally, T3E do not worry about any one universe, and as
residents of the 5-d multiverse, their kingdom is so large; that
they can control their lives eventually, with great parlor tricks;
just by being in control of more and more doppelgangers in more
and more universes. This ESS Cult grows endlessly, and by doing
just this; for the most part. Naturally, there is more; but time
obstructs any chance for me to tell anything worth saying on this
one quick blog.
When
we come back here to waking life from 'dreams', we never are
coming exactly back to where we left, anymore than any two leaves
or snowflakes can ever be the same, down to the level of super
miniature multiplexed combination laws, in the laws of the
Lawtronics. Still, one thing effects another and then that domino
effects still more, and yet there is more to it than even this old
and worn out progression illustration.
Take
my 100 and a half month blog project of trying to piece together
my life, and the problems that have come to be inside of it over a
lot of fucking time. In three dimensions, you can do a lot, but in
five, you can do so much more, and it is not a fantasy or a make
believe delusion as many think, and even David Roth my good pal
once thought as well. This has a life of its own that until you
live in 5-D; you cannot be qualified to make even a small comment.
You'll do it out of arrogance, judging this whole thing right out
of the gate, all half cocked. But unless you ride the horse, you
cannot win the ribbon, or fall and break your neck either; but you
are not even in the operation, and thus, your judgment
would be like your pet hamster passing judgment on your life
today. You most likely would throw it out with the bathwater
unless it was a really nice report. You get my drift. So now, with
a few thinkers following me; this in and of itself, is why the ESS
has recently begun to send the TAWF back into interactions with
me, sort of another 1970 all over again. I don't mind; and I was
just scared shitless, from that horrible experience, but I'll get
used to these deadly people coming back to 'haunt my dreams
again'. If I could gain the confidence of that lovely young girl
who got me to go there with her, and it was all a set up, but one
that would not have happened unless my viewing audience, was
thinking enough thoughts about all my words, here in Morianity
online, to indeed generate this hyperspace-effect, or (HSE), and
sometimes this interchanges with another term,
HYPER-SPACE-EQUATION. It is time you realize this, Morianity is
not going to keep secrets from anyone. I needed some tiny morsel
believers, small as it may be, just to finally make contact with
the monster scary TAWF. Earlier, enough thoughts were generated to
get me to my first initiation with the musical-chapter of the
ESS-CULT with the three ladies of Lakehouse-Lightning-Color. Be
real peeps. Doubting these things just makes you in need of a
couch. If this is nbot all real and true, there just could not be
so many powerful connecting endless dots, right down to things
said to me by the EW itself in so many ways over so many years
now, and the really convincing unfakable reality. Lakehouse
lightning is pink, purple, and white. Whenever I am at this place,
Diana leaves me as her blond, turns into her true form and flashes
these three lovely colors at me. Even in the mortal waking plane
of life, there are times when only these three colors come to me
in her lightning. There is no way to rationally explain this away
no matter how many of you out here might want to insist on giving
it your best Benitar shot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You know good peeps, when I first was choking to
death back in early June of 1984, I was trying to sleep and fell
into a nightmare that was more like walking into Dante and his
entire hell circles all at the same time. I was in worse agony in
the ''dream'', and I was with a lot of strange elongated looking
entities that were running out on the track at my old high school,
Haddon township high, in Westmont, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. Suddenly
I was with them, and we all stopped, and began doing callisthenics
type of exercising. Why this wild experience happened in the
vastness of hyperspace is anyone's best bizarre guess. But let me
examine the word for a quick second here. CALLIO's, THE NICKS,
Make the word exactly a duplicate of the word CALLISTHENICS, and
you need to remove the 'O' in Callio, and the 'K' in Nick. John
king and his 1996 water hose at Atlantic City, remember that
anybody? He kept ordering me to do that absurd thing when I return
back to my car, and kept repeating the word in a firm voice over
and over, ''OK-OK-OK-OK''!!!!!!!!!!!!! And when John on 10-SC
Avenue stopped guarding the parking lot owned by his Greek
parents, to come swim with me in the ocean, WHO WAS GUARDING IT?
If he was in the ocean with me, who was guarding the lot? Hell if
this was about a quarter century before that, I could just ask
here, “WHO'S MINDING THE MINT”, and I sure as mother fucking
shit eating hell am not talking about Chocolate-mint Ice Cream!
Then there is the religion of sight and Sound, AKA
ECKANKAR. This got me started towards where my journey has all led
me into today. Take the pronunciation of the word callisthenics,
and we get the phonetic KAL & ECK. Again, by itself, big deal.
But why did I have this wild interaction while I laid in that
nightmarish 1983 death torture coma; doing these exercises, and
not just anywhere, but back at my old high school? Nothing happens
for no reason. I learned this a long long time ago, nothing just
fucking happens. I don't care if it is a Tomcat fight outside your
window at 3 in the morning. The old expression always applies and
not just when it's convenient. There's a reason for the season.
There's also a reason for all else. Jim Burr may disagree, but he
knows that I'll fight to the death for his right and privilege to
do just that, and call me an asshole at the same time!
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FOLKS
THE PROBLEM WITH KNOWING WHAT I KNOW, IS THAT THERE IS NO CONSTANT,
AND ALL THINGS ARE RELATIVE TO EACH OTHER; EVEN THE SPEED OF LIGHT.
LOOK AT HOW THE BLOG JUST FROZE UP WHERE THE COMMENTER IS SAYING THAT
THERE IS ONLY MY SIDE OF THE CONVERTION. IN TRUTH, THERE IS A
VIRTUALLY UNLIMITED OTHER SIDE TO ALL OF THOSE CONVERSATIONS, AND
ONLY HYPERSPACE IN ITS ENTIRETY, CAN EVER HOPE TO FILL IN ALL OF THE
BLANKS. THIS IS NOT JUST ME, THIS APPLIES TO ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't know what my 20 is anymore Lenny 601
McKinnon, but in 2010 it was at 2520 Orange Avenue, up at the
Harvest, http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
and yes, certain numbers cannot be run away from, so why try, Mizz
Chiffon????????? I'll just be a sweet talkin' guy, and maybe not so
many people will keep hating my pathetic miserable pitiful little
old guts. WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! YOU KNOW, THE FUNNY PART MISTER MIKE
MCNULTY, IS THAT THE LAUGH IS ON ME; AND NOT ON ANY OF YOU. SO ROCK
ON, LAUGH ON, AND ON ON, FOR ALL I GIVE A HECK, TRUMP OLD
BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I was 'scaaaaaared', David, Kel, and Donald.
Keisha can really send you to the moon without a rocket, and so can
Loca Disney. CRUNCH-CRACK!
All
the connections to all the things in my life, your life, our lives,
the whole Mexican 27 foot Pizza pie; is because
of very strange and spooky forces;
to quote the great pal of my dad, sir Professor Einstein of Princeton
university in a place called Roddenberry New Jersey McNulty Laugh
time; and to give you all the grand finale' here, parallel universes
indeed can effect and rub into each other electromagnetically, and
do; every time electrical energy and humans connect together; but
there is no way in these hyperspace dream-downs, to effect the locale
where we dream off of or FROM, or is there, Mister Trump? I'll give
you one thing, when you want to do something, Jeese Louise, surfer
Fonty, and Holy
Callio CALL-10 AT&T, and Merry Christmas to all EXPLORATRONS OF
TYPE-3,
who can make it Christmas, or any other day; as
they flash across the fifth dimensional hyperspace in the whispering
of a silent dream.
MAY
24, 2014,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 7:51,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.
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Hay
lovely Louise Hendershodt, from Northeast, Maryland. You may not
remember me from the late nineteen sixties, but if you do, and are
out there; you
know I am looping in this endless time cycle.
You know my hell is real. Who else knew about the RED-X?
Who else could have known? Maybe you nice peeps at ABC can build me a
timer and a movie camera built inside a case as one machine, so that
I won't miss my fave show when I go to Detention Hall at HTHS. Maybe
the © Office examiners have released the early eighties tapes
recorded from Herby Lett's Laser Playfield, that sent me hurling a
lot further away than 5133 Oakland Street with a bunch of nutcase
firemen yelling through my telelphone, “Munikay, munikay, break
your codes off, break your codes off, code 2 code 2, Munikay. Maybe
he should have been yelling green light, so the Auxiliary Police
Officer would fire his illegal weapon into the crowds of Manhattan.
Well, one had to happen first and one had to happen second. On the
Astral Plane, this is not the case, they both could happen at the
same instant. Well in any event, I longer watch the WEE CHANNEL, or
Teddy Turners' TNT Channel, since they are playing this fucking
stupid game of never putting any LAW & ORDER shows on that date
past 2003. Fucking screw you, who needs you, I will just simply go
and buy the mother fuckiGN box set someday,
assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APPLICATION.
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HOW
I LOVE YOU, BEAUTIFUL MOON GODDESS!
THAT
AIN'T NO CHEAPSKATE WHITE CIRCLE BACKDROP, MISTER WOOOOOOOOOOOLF. NO
WOLF IN THIS WORLD WOULD HOUL AT THAT CHEAP FAKE WHITE CIRCLE OF
YOURS, BUD!!!
YES
FOLKS, THE STOCK MARKET FLEW UP YESTERDAY, FRIDAY; AND ALSO WAS WAY
UP ON THE WEEK, JUST AS I SAID IT WOULD BE. NOW,
I AM ALL DUNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That
dam techno-pop project that wrecked my life, and began my 3rd
MAJOR BEARISH LIFE CYCLE back on 08/28/2013; was a foolish move. I
should have just obeyed my TQ, and not
been a Ma-shell-fish,
in or out of 1980
and its later to follow Harry Callas invert digit year, 2008.
Still, what was this shit all about in middle November of 1979, and
yes, that 1970 shit was another famous ETTOS
hack-typo
or 'PBHE'
as early Morianity called these dam parkway-driveway deals; but yes;
it is what it is, or 134-25; but I should have obeyed. I
have learned that when I disobey and refuse to play her really cool
16 year old games; it makes the distance, while I am here in
hyperspace, between us; grow way more agonizingly long and far.
I
can't deal with that, and will now obey a lot of her commands to me;
and she knows what I mean. Just give me 60 days, and I will do it;
and I will never ever do another KFP on your print from that tape
again, and I am very very sorry for making you mad at me. Your
Zeranniss Arthur Yancy Jones is just your stupid old white doggie
from Sahasra Dal Kanwal, your great city, in infinity.
FOLKS,
THE BLOG WITH THE ADDRESS ABOVE IS WAY COOL. IT WILL TELL YOU A LOT
ABOUT THE EARTH HISTORY OF THIS BREED OF DOG. OF COURSE, BETWEEN YOU
AND ME FOLKS, AND THE LAMP POSTS OF THE UNIVERSE; ALL THINGS ON THIS
EARTH HAVE A TRUER HOME OF ORIGIN, ON WHAT MANY INTO HEAVY SPIRITISM
CALL AND LABEL, THE ASTRAL-PLANE or just the spirit-world.
YEAH HE'S SAYING, “I
LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”.
IT
IS 8:19 AM ON MAY 24; and I just got a super mother fucking MAJOR
LEFT-SIDE DEATH ANDROID-ANGEL
ATTACK AND ASSAULT ON ME; YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
I
reside in eternity,
as a large WHITE DOG. When the great Almighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle
freed me, and got me out of that horrible hell, or DOGTOWN; she
placed many black spots all over my body, and allowed me to speak in
words. She gave me the CITY-NAME of YANCY.
On the Astral-Plane, YANCY is the word for polka
dot;
and she placed one heck of a lot of polka dots and splotches, all
over my body. I will always love the great Sarah Krassle, there; and
even here in the mortal realm; so long as she permits me to retain
flesh existence memories of HER, and HER wonderful GREAT CITY of SDK,
in the great Astral plane Capitol Province, of Olympia.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
United
States Copyright Office Records, pasted in part:
ISIS-JUPITER
HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE. THE ONLY
PROBLEM IS THAT I DON'T HAVE ANY, MISTER WILD GLARRY EYES BILLY
CROUCH!!!!!!!!! The glarry eyed Billy Crouch from the Court ordered
Harvest community Service in 2010. Wow, if I let myself remember
2010 to clearly, I would lose my cunt sniffing fucking sanity,
ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This includes Tim's
wild nocturnal's
that came to pass in close hyperspace brush-bys such as the
Presidential bear hug, and then the Humpty Dumpty and Dawn and MY
talking on the phone from some Indian River County home purchased by
the family. Wow and just when you thought you had escaped. Well, I
should have listened harder, right Tony Traitor Bonjovi? I never
forget shit, but I sure fuckiGN try to, my
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
what is the big deal about what President Cool Forehead said, and
also, what Sarah said three times on 10-SC Avenue, only the third
time, it was not the 10-SC Avenue from this world, but was somewhere
else in fifth dimensional hyperspace in a parallel 4-D universe?
Just what is all tied up with Hussein and then her obsession with
lighter verses darker, and then finally, this wild Pack-Mountain-Man
Cosmic-Game, called, “GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”?
Well,
to quote what one of her younger friends said in one of her great
artistic projects of more recent times, spanning a near quarter
century career now, “LET'S EXPLORE THIS”, yes lovely girl from
Jamaica, let us do just that, to quote Christopher Bennett from
2005, at Cifaloglio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
same project makes no bones about my daughter's fixation on skin
tone, so now that this along with
King
SH's brother
is
out of the way, we will march right into the heart of the matter,
none other than her great game, GTNOTG, almost as in, get it or not,
in or out of all educational deals and other unpleasantrys in or out
of 1972 and 1982.
GUESS
who just fucking died? ME! Unfortunately
I was laser-retraced. Folks this may have happened right now and I
would never know it. It happened many times. The time on route 45 in
woodberry Heights in Jersey, there is no way I should be here. I
crashed right into a speeding police squad car going down 45 and I
was going across it with my car radio up too loud with donna singing
the fucjkign morning light song to me, if memory serves. I remember
the officers eyeballs going right throguh my body, and it was as
though nothing had ever happened, only I know dam well it did. There
is no way out fo rme, hell my heart totally exploded at the
Cifaloglio job site just shy of when else but Christmas night that
weekend in 2006. Here I am good as new, Frank A&R Flowerman
Callio. Meet me in that restaurant you go to, you know the one, as
I'll be heading out of this world for a few hours after I post this.
I wanna' talk to you Frank, whether your Aunt Victoria likes it or
not. Guess she forgot how enthralled she used to get in July of 1970
over my, to quote her, “gorgeous hair”. If she wanted me so
much, she should have come over like you did,and took me. You had a
real beyond hot girlfriend there, Tom sicko Reale Waterman,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Morianity Foundation
This
foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of
terrible harrasment for many years, from powerful high profile
people that ruined his life. It is his sincere desire to someday
have a place where people such as myself, can come to to assist them
from any and all persecutions from anyone or group, all within the
laws of the United States and the world. Also, I make it my goal to
somehow escape the Fonda Fives Curse
that this evil witch bitch has me in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OH
SHIT, CAPTAIN KIRK,
WHERE'S
OUR FRIEND Gary Mitchell Glareyes Billy
Crouch??????????????????????? Jeese-Louise, SF!
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At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses
in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a
CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it
was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the
same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of
reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the
conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane.
Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both
a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will
bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ
Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the
50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly,
of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he
means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections from
Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ,
Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m
going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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Unchanged,
no 'textnopopping' alterations on original posted text from, the
almighty WFMU RADIO, WOW DANIEL MACKEY, YO!!!!!!!!
I
AM GETTING OUT OF DODGE, CAPTAIN CALLIO, AND SCREW-U!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, IT IS UP DAY AFTER DAY!!!!!!!!!!
IF
SOMEONE WILL JUST MOTHER FUCKING BELIEVE ME,
AND TAKE ME SERIOUSLY; WE COULD ALL
BECOME FUCKING TWAT ASS TRILLIONAIRES, YO!!!
UP
AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND
UP; WHILE
I GO KAPLOOEY!
LIFE
FOR ME IS ONE VERY LONG NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
07, 1996; a
date that will live in infamy for me, kind peeps, fitting statement
for a fuckiGN Memorial Day helliday-holiday!!!!!!!!!!!!
“THE
MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES
PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY
PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN
IN 1986”
So
where are you when I need you, Franklin Delano Roosevelt?
People make as much sense to
me as a pile of joke books, stacked to the mountain tops. I honestly
am not being critical, merely observant. They laugh at me and pick
on me for being crazy, and they all do and act out things ten times
crazier than anything I ever fucking do. They ask me questions and
then stop communicating with me, they wonder why I claim to still be
stalked because I move a few states away when those who are doing
this to me could easily follow me straight to the stars if they
wanted to. I honestly have no words for all this, folks, so I'll
fucking sit in here and just shut my big ass god dam mouth up!
Thank
the great
state of Missouri
and their great Disbelievers Club, for my life,
everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
told you all she said this to me, just as I told you GINA, that the
DOW JONES would be 17,000 points before the end of 2013, and 30,000
points by the end of next year. I don't need to be the great Cooley
Hall Christmas Tree Angel, or even the original printer of the
initials EWI, do I Mayor Bloomberg, oh kind
sir?????????????????????????? Cut me a break, Margie!
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