TAPE 25,833

GOOGLE, MICROSOFT, THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY RIGHTS
YOU WILL BE HEARING FROM MY INJURY ATTORNEYS




...TAPE 25,833...
AS WITH MOST THINGS FOR ALL OF US, NO MATTER IF WE ARE HOMELESS OR RICHER THAN ROCKEFELLER; if we are true enough to ourselves, there is always some part of GOOD NEWS and BAD NEWS, in all things. This blog will be no exception. I will now block my lightbulb Microsucks Corporation first hack, with sticky paper. This actually proves my point for me with less trouble on my part needed. They give me their routine hacking and annoyance, and I block out other attempts later on by applying a cut to size triple folded piece of sticky paper, over the area. The Bad, and the Good. Now to be deeper about this, one could not help but realize that the fewer BAD NEWS things that occur around a person, the less energy expenditure is required for such person, in order to maintain a neutralized balance. This is why WE DO NOT MAKE OUR OWN LUCK, as the old saying goes, or at least by no means, not entirely so. If this was the case, why then do so many bad things keep happening over and over to one group of peeps, and not another, in fact, this other group seems to literally be quite 'magically blessed', OVER AND OVER.

The same thing exists with the HELLIDAY HOLIDAY given to me by the mother fucking jerk off dirt bags of the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF MISTER HALL, with the new hack to keep my blogs from posting up in quality, with photo images, color, and such things that improve the reading and viewing enjoyment in subtle ways that brought my following to a nice whittle number, a twentieth of a mill, crossing this mark over these HELLIDAY-HOLIDAYS, that are now over, as is the first twentieth million mark; WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I may not be the most popular blog by far, out on this wonderful wovwee net wabbits and folks, WHAAA, BUT, I try as hard as I can to give you a genuine piece of priceless information not found anyplace else on that net. My motives are not all altruistic and pure, and I've admitted that I only do this blog to try and lessen my hell, I have come out and been straight about it with you all, it is even my needed psychological therapy. So long as I do not incite violence or break any laws, I have the right to do this in the same quality that is afforded other bloggers. If in fact, I'm denied these rights, it's only fair to tell you that I will retain legal council at an injury attorney, offering double their normal contingency win fee for taking on my wild bizarre case. Denying me the right to my needed therapy, while allowing others to have great blogs that post photos and have color and so on; is actionable because this will make me more mentally ill and disturbed, according to my doctors, and they WILL testify to these facts at a trial, in my defense, Google Microsoft, and whoever out here thinks it funny to screw with a pathetic person for 60 fucking years so they can laugh and get wealthy on the stock market endlessly.



Moving further into bad news/good news, old copyrighted board-game rules, Lenny Briscoe sir; and so much more, a lot of T3E LOVE TO PLAY GAMES, it is because of several things, but the facts remain the facts of this, they LOVE TO PLAY ENDLESS GAMES, with those less advanced or simplty put, those not yet at a T3E LEVEL. John Henningsen from 1968 and 1969 could say his great saying right now louder than a bullhorn. It fits 100 percent. “It's just that simple”!!!!!!!!!

Lightning told me that I should not do a particular paste in, and I will not do it anymore. She said to me just today before I 'woke up', or really, came back into my conscious mind hyperspace astral dream down; but yes, she said not to do something, and I will not do it. Did I not tell you that both the networks that run the hit law show LAW & ORDER, 'TNT' and 'WE'; that they will not run shows past the first three years into these new age times called the third millennium? Notice after this folks, how when you try and check the year, by hitting your Comcast or whatever you use, feature button for checking the on screen information that displays the show and gives a brief description and the time, and so on; that one of two things now displays. Either you get a preset fixed message that it is a show that is taken out of the headlines and on with such bullshit, or it does tell the actual stuff but it omits the year entirely. Why this is all happening has to do with me. I am behind this entire show. For some reason, they won't show any more,. Anything past 2002m and into 2003, not on one but on both of these networks that re-run these programs. I know this as surely as I sit here penning these words on this keyboard. Now LIGHTNING told me that when I get into a new Blogger Dot Com page, where just that blog posted is up and no previous blogs, as this will be, because I am going to intentionally make it long enough where they will create it as a new page on the system and put the others back into archives for viewing only by clicking onto the side right margin titles at the start of the blog. Other bloggers seem to be able to do all sorts of things with their blog, that I am either being stopped by them from doing, or there is something going on that my ignorance is preventing me from getting past these roadblocks. If I did not have all these forces against me since I was born, worsening after leaving high school, and worsening again and again over several major time points still more; I would probably have one of the most read and popular blogs on the mother fuckiGN net, or would I? That is where the philosophical conundrum strikes like a powerful meteor strike with the dam dinosaurs. If none of this BAD-NEWS STUFF was happening, and I was just an ordinary guy floating along in this life; I WOULD NOT HAVE A LIFE JOURNAL ON CASSETTE TAPE, LIFE CHARTS, OR A BLOG CALLED MORIANITY. You cannot help but to see how wild this conundrum is, ladies and gentlemen, sort of proving to the Top King Doubters of Missouri Club, no matter how they soapbox shout out against it; that indeed, my words speak major truths that simply cannot be called lies or delusions. But anyone can doubt anything. Hell the fuckiGN Jews could have doubted that some horrible heinous thing was going to actually happen in this world, an din fact, THEY DID. I know that now in this lifetime, and I pretty much knew in my previous one, that they would!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Another new recent hack folks, is in the mouse I suppose, as when you read and it seems a word is missing, such as when I recently said my mom and I were at a diner in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG, and a waitress came over and said that there was a contract out on my life, the word ''mother'' was not there, and all you saw was a comma ( , ) like this. When a word that is misspelled shows up with a red line and I click to make a correction, sometimes the entire word cleverly goes away in ways that I do not seem to catch while busy typing away at giving you all my message and my nightmare fucking hellish sub vampiric existence, the endless night of being trumped and destroyed in late 1986, huh President Trump? Here is a man who knows the truth about me, and when he gets in the White House, it is either going to go one way or the other, total zero or total 100, gray areas not allowed, 'GRAY', I didn't say black; so drink all the water you want, in the from seat of the bus, Lenny McKinnon!!!!!!!!!! W-O-W!

So why do I say what I do about the L&O show? Well, it started right after I met ADA Ron Wirtz, at his office on 5 December, 1989. The Mentalist show also began within a short time after my blog that told the wild story of a dude, VERY VERY SIMILAR to the character OF PATRICK JANE on the show, you know, not standing mute Judge Pruce, but being a games expert, playing the RPC fingers game, it is all on old blogs to be archived, and THEY ALL KNOW IT IS TRUE, the entire mother fuckiGN ENTERTAINMENT WORLD as well as my world famous super talented daughter. What would I do if she did what or said what, Mizz Davis Dearest Roaches Din-din????????????? Give me a 'kitkatcut' break, Miss Margie 1985 Leo. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!








Well Ttttttom Rrrrrreale, I hope you're haaaaaapy with yourself, fucking mmmmmmme all up!!!!!!!!!!! You sick child molesting pervert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for John Crowley and his tow-truck and how he robbed me, I think that is a wild James Redfield coincidence that his court situation with the child endangerment charge he received, was March 29, 1997. This was the day my hyperspace daughter Paula king Junior was born, or in her case, she insists on her nickname of PEE. Son of Sam, Officer of the great and powerful Williamstown, New Jersey, Police Department; his daddy witnessed your entering my place, oh mighty exploratron PAULA KING. He just did not witness the memory loss, or the rape; the second time you raped me; right news media who made dam fucking sure that story was killed as quickly as possible; and do not think someday that this will not all come fucking out, because it fucking ass will, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bob McDowell, the 'FUCKIGN HACK' and the 'ODF' HACK are back with a mother fucking vengeance;  old pal and FCC Director!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Holy mother fucking Call-10 family, Elder Hair. Sorry I blew away your church associates who came over to my home in Somerdale in the summer of 1997, when I told them “I BROKE MY BALLS TO PUT THIS WORLD HERE”. They were so scared, they looked at each other, and without saying a KEVIN BACON FLATLINE WORD, quickly exited my home at 112 Harvard Avenue. I was merely copying Chief Recording Sound Engineer, Howard Solomon, formerly of the Recorded Publications Laboratory Sound Recording Studios, of 1100 State Street in Camden, New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG. I wanted to see if he was right, some know the story, some don't. Start archiving, you'll find it an unbreakable habit. I promise, Lions, tigers, bears, or double tigers, all notwithstanding; and Miss Blake of AT&T, in 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy birthday Papa John, and it is not my fault if I have fleas!





Hacking is picking up a little bit, Bob McDowell, FCC, sir and buddy from seventy fucking two, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By no means will this be a story that anyone will digest easily. The more you are into things that come onto the History and the Science Channels on television, the more you will receive what I will now get into. Remember that this is a made up totally fictional story that will help you to understand much better, what my blogs try illustrating regarding just what this exploratronic thing is really all about as far as gee, how is it effecting our every day world, and when I am done, some will be able to rethink that with new words such as, how is this NOT effecting our every day world?


Tiberton E. Nurlo Junior, and his three great pals from grade school; all grew up together, and live in a rural town, in the mid-western Americas, early in the twenty-two hundreds. Schools have long vanished as far as places, as all things are done on what is called, ''the system'', sort of like an advanced internet. However these young dudes are from a localized parallel universe from this one where you are reading these words. 700 miles to the northwest, another group of two boys and three girls ranging in age from 16-20 years, have also been friends throughout their lives and always lived in their same county also. None of these folks have a lot going on in their lives worthy of being glorified in any details on this blog called Morianity Bible or morianity for millennium-3, or ''whatever'' Congressman, hence, I will not make up a bunch of garbage just to make a story out of it and attempt doing great literature. Morianity is not literature, nor is it a popularity contest. I need to make a point tonight, regarding just how the ESS works in all of our lives, and maybe, just maybe when I am all done, you will see why the global authority of powerful secret keepers (GAPSK), another hypothetical organization of semi-humor, I said SEMI, still; you might just begin seeing why they may not have a great attitude about me telling these truths to this world, and ending once and for all, all the mysterious this planet has ever wondered about, A-Z! Adding to these two groups already listed, could be a Barbers Club somewhere in Potato Land, Idaho; a chapter of the ELK or the Moose, that gets into the paranormal interests, or even a group of thirty pro-ball players of various sports, who likewise has those same interests. Then take these examples and multiply this by 10 in every county in the land, and then go all around the world as well, from the great lands down under maitees, all the way to Mother-Russia to nice cold Antarctica. You can include the backward tribes scattered all throughout the south American countries going from Mexico all the way down to Brazil. Make up all the story lines and ideas you want, but these are just normal average folks, like you and me, only they live in various parallel universes, countless numbers of them, and on top of that, since they all live in future times where the technology is beyond mind boggling, eventually, a Morianity or a Mark Wayne Mohr has come along and shared the truths about Exploratronics, and eventually, through sheer number vastness, a small society of type-3-exploratrons become organized. After some time passes, and they become adept at the techniques of being able to send their dreaming energies into other mass-objects and bodies, starting with the simplest to do, their own doubles in a localized parallel reality, or their ''doppelgangers'', and as with all things, later become more and more proficient at mastering these abilities, and going onto where they can go into other things around them, not just their own self-doubles, becoming anything, even insects and animals, and even inanimate objects. So why bother typing up a trillion other names like Tiberton Nurlo, that would take lifetimes to do, as unless you are morons, you get the picture. I did not say you will believe me, but you do get the picture. All the weird insects and rats that have appeared out of nowhere over and over in many of my residences, were all part of the ESS. All the weird peeps I suddenly run into outside on errands, all the planes and the aerial stuff around me on certain days that is beyond surreal and outlandish, it is all the ESS. Need I go on. Need I really go on, and  can you not yet think about all the crap in your own lives that you know dam well you have no good or rational answer for, that the only one that tells the truth about all of it, is the ESS? How about the entire UFO crafts, the objects, the aliens, all are the ESS. How about the miracles and the pyramids? Folks, grammar school age kids in 100 years, will totally understand STM, and why and how I am able to swim by merely ''thinking forward motion in my head'', or move a heavy 400 pound diner rotisserie, by thinking I wanted it to spin in the opposite direction, so I could show Dave who I was with that night in 1997, a particular cake that I wanted the hostess to see and tell our waitress to bring to the table for my desert. There is nothing anywhere ever, now or behind us or ahead of us, here or out in so called outer space, that is not just the ESS. The ESS is the explanation for the entire ball of wax, all 27 feet of it, the big picture, three letters, it tells is all, even my hellish life. Now you may say, OK, they understand how to make heavy objects lift up and can travel into people in this universe from long ago and built pyramids, and you can say, they can do all these things to you, Mountainpen, but now we ask, WHY, and you have every right to ask why, an you may not like or be all that satisfied with the answer I will give you, but it is the truth, like it or don't like it, IT IS THE DAM TRUTH!!!!!!!!! It is all a huge game. It is no different at all than 1980 and the videogame called Packman, if I'm spelling it correctly. You must see yourself in one of two realities. You either are in the ESS, or you are one of the Packman BLOBS. You do not have to like this for it to be the truth. I promise you. No one out there anywhere is against us nor are they trying to spiritually advance us, nor are they from other planets and civilizations here in our own universe. All of this entire everything, no exceptions, it is all the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!!!!!!!! That's the long and short of this, folks. We all enjoy games. You know that is true, and need no arm twisting fancy words, from me, and Morianity. YOU KNOW. Also, some know why games are absolutely a must. Morianity has covered that depressing issue, and does not plan to revisit it again on this blog right now.


A lot of fucking shit is seen in a new light, as you get more advanced with the reality of EXPLORATRONICS, and is not all that different from the Christians who claim they get new updated revelations from Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle or (GOD) as they call HER; each time they read and re-read the very same biblical passages. But is any of this why stories are told, or omitted, by our controlling media forces, good peeps out here, YO??????????????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE







Those who know how to do these things, all of them, sit on this knowledge and power as if it were Fort Knox, Kentucky, USA. Well, why the mother fucking hell not, ladies and gentlemen???????????? Being able to work this knowledge regarding these new computer machines of the last twenty years and this new age wonder called the WEB, or the NET; indeed is way greater than 1000 fucking fort Knox places. Paper money is garbage and gold is real. Right, that is true enough until this world begins to operate in this new age fuckign computerized system of an entirely brand new not key Melanie, but brand new lifestyle and brand new HAVES AND HAVE NOTS. If you have the knowledge to do certain things, working the blogs, networking, social media, getting big followings, and from there, climbing up the net food chain, to where you are in a powerful seat, almost potentially equal to whoever sits at the Oval Office at 1600 Pennsy, in Washdock 13-600. The more you know and can do, the more COVERT-POWER you suddenly have at your disposal, or sorry, Fred Windstein said it better over at my crib in 1997, while helping me set up my computer. As he was leaving, he pointed the system he had just installed and said to me and I'll fucking cunt quote the dude here verbatim folks; “Now you've got the world at your fingertips”. NOT TRUE. I had nothing. On a scale from 1 to 1000 I at that moment, in this new age, was at goose eggs, a big fat mother fucking ZERO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On that same scale right now, I may be around a number 3 or a 4, maybe at best with bells on and ringing, a big ass number fuckiGN 5. Whoopdeediddlydoo, YO! What I am sort of evasively getting at folks, is that unlike being elected President of this country, or working your way up to a senior partner in a top Manhattan law firm, or a hot shot high vice president in some fortune 500 corporation; you have to crack some weird outlandish impossible to truly describe here, silicon wall. Those who know shit either make you pay through the fucking nose to learn a smidgen here and there, or ignore and snub you all together, no difference than a high school where the cafeteria table seating arrangements, if that is, our television shows have any real life connection and truth; has a pecking order, a food chain, a cheerleader/jocks on downward chain of command that is written in stone. There is no chart or diagram, no school rule, nothing obvious, nothing visible, but go there as a nerd or a geek and try, just try sitting with the cool kids or the sports kids, and well, see you at the local emergency room later on that fucking evening, and you know I am talking real here, there's no fucking time here for con games and tripping around. The subject however is not kids in high school, but now we graduate into a much higher reality.

Remember the security man downstairs in my Public Housing building, TOM?????????? Remember how I asked him to help me and offered a reasonable fee? Remember now, these folks who live here, as does he, right on the first floor practically spitting distance from his guard desk; in fact champion distance-spitter's could puke it out further; disgusting as it all sounds; on or off of treadmills; but let me get back on pernt here, Mister Bunker Queens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




When you have this new power, the knowledge to do many many many INGRID things with the internet and the personal computer, which today includes all the offshoots and spinoffs, tablets, cellphones, the whole fucking nine asshole yards; THEN YOU HAVE THE REAL POWER, and those that don't know shit and can;t ever seem to really learn shit about all this, get hacked, messed with, fucked with, stopped, played with, screwed, and eventually, a POWERFUL FUCKING BIBLICAL EVENT WILL HAPPEN, those who do not belong to the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD DEVIL SATAN, will be blocked out from LIFE ITSELF, unable to buy or sell, and on an don, JUST AS MOTHER FUCKIGN BIBLE SCRIPTURES TEACH, WORD BY WORD BY WORD, if you think I;m deluded or lying and making up a wild fish tale, READ YOUR FUCKIGN DAM ASS BIBLES, or better yet, ask your m,other fuckiGN pastor or reverend or whatever, and go ahead, print out the blogs, show him or her my shit, pull it up on your tab or cell or whatever, then say, is this right or is he just full of mother fuckiGN horse shit. If they say I am wrong, you are not worshiping at a place where true Christianity is being taught, and that much I can tell you from having a marvelous memory all the way back about 13,000 cunt chewing years. 99.99999 percent of you remember bits and pieces of your present lifetime back to age 2-5, and then you get nothingness. I remember my last 13,000 fuckiGN years, so I think I remember speaking to SSJK in that great garden when I talked her out of wiping everything out. She told me and I quote this great Goddess Jehovah Isiscylla, “Because you loved Diana, I'll spare the world for a while”. She smiled at me, and walked on on her side of some kind of a fence that I could not cross over. I wanted to, but I guess she wasn't in the mood that day to give me any turn here, turn there, Grant Avenue I-95 instructions. What a pity, as would not have been able to techno-pop her 13,000 years ago and make a lovely cool song out of it, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!



Well, we will see what happens when I post up folks. If I have to visit an injury attorney, then so be it. There are at least three dogs with a blog that I am currently aware of, Walter Cowards Disney, and I have as much right as them or any other blogger, to have my photos paste in, and have color font, and a few other little things that make a blog a nicer read for viewers. I suppose I will find out once I finish up with my normal paste ins, if Diana is telling me the truth or merely teasing her little boy. Either way, WEIN, SSDD-SOSO and all that fuckiGN horseshit, YO!!!



Don't even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the topic of EXPLORATRONS, PLEASE! TANKS!!!












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Yes kind people, thank you, whoever you might be, for staying with Morianity. For all I know, you are the ones who were meant to become the ESS in the future in someone else's parallel universes. See how ultimately freaking mind blowing all this crap really is? And you don't have to worry about twisting the world government's arms to get any secrets out of them. MORIANITY HAS NO SECRETS. MORIANITY DETESTS AND DESPISES SECRETS. I LOST MY DAUGHTER DUE TO SECRETS. So do not go there with me, kind folks, please and please and pretty please with a lot of sugar on top!


Oh boy, life stinks!
GET IT YET, GREAT VIEWERS???????????????????


***OH***SHIT***, CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!














HOW DID ALL THIS HAPPEN TO ME ALL THESE YEARS WITH ALL OF THIS OTHER THAN FOR THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY?????????


I want this on the record; old friend from 1972, in Dan Mackey's class, at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell;  and all other authorities out here, who need to do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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Now this was all right after I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant.


That's not his problem, Misses Mohr.

SSSSSOOOOOOOO, ARTHUR CRANE;
WHAT'S MY PROBLEM DOCTOR???????
OH THAT'S RIGHT, IT'S FUCKING MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB LATTISAW, HUH GORGEOUS 1981 STACEY, YO???
Power is now thought of by me and by MORIANITY, as the NEW-AGE-POWER, THE --------- NAP.
YOU EITHER GET THE POWER, OR GET READY FOR A LONG LONG MOTHER FUCKIGN NAP, FOLKS, AND RIGHT NOW FOLKS=MARK WAYNE FUCKED UP MOHR.
FIRST COMES THE MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB HACK, NOW I GET THE FUCKING CUNT LAPPING (`~ HACK), old pal, Bob McDowell, Federal Communications Commission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE, life is a bowl of cunt lapping fucking cherries at light speed CUBAN cubed, Dawn-Marie and Cuba. Win any lotteries lately, Mister Pops????????????????????????????







Do you think anything is impossible for the  game playing gods of the ESS to pull off? How do you think we got all of our ancient religions? Wake up world, please, coffee has been boiling over for decades in your stinky kitchens, good folks, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Harborfields operates under the auspices of the County of Atlantic, Department of Public Safety and is managed, under contract, by the State of New Jersey, Department of Law and Public Safety, Juvenile Justice Commission. Harborfields is located on Buffalo Avenue and Duerer Street in the City of Egg Harbor, New Jersey. The Program serves male and female juveniles between the ages of 12 and 18 awaiting court review for disposition, trial or other court action. The facility has 8 secure beds for females and 19 secure beds for males.
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Harborfields provides a secure, safe, clean and healthy environment for court-detained youth. The dedicated staff of Harborfields are consistent, tolerant individuals who work as team players. Leading by example, the staff is able to provide to difficult youth much needed self-discipline, respect for self and others and personal responsibility.
Through education and rehabilitation, emotional support, stability and structure, the youth at Harborfields are dealt with as individuals. At Harborfields the program prepares its youth to reenter the community or to enter into Juvenile Justice Commission programs.
With the use of effective treatment methods, Harborfields is making a difference in the lives of youth.
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Harborfields meets the needs of the community as a secure facility for juveniles who have been deemed unsuitable for release pending court appearance. Harborfields also works to stabilize juveniles by structuring their day with educational activities.
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1. Counseling Component - Guided Group Interaction is conducted daily by two staff for approximately 1 hour per session. Individual Counseling is provided as needed by staff social workers.
2. Academic Education, Special Education and GED preparation are provided by the Atlantic County Special Services School District with the expectation that youth will return to the regional public school or transitional school.
3. Drug and Alcohol Counseling as well as Narcotics Anonymous and Alcoholics Anonymous sessions are provided through the County Youth Services Commission, as needed.
4. Recreation and Athletics are conducted in the facility gymnasium by the Physical Education Teacher provided by the Atlantic County Special Services School District.
5. Sex Education and Parenting classes are provided by an on-site Program Specialist.
6. Community involvement is maintained through special events which include speakers such as the Mayors of Atlantic City and Egg Harbor, members of the police department, and people from other walks of life.
7. In House Detention Program - The facility manages a 10 slot program which places youth onhouse arrest under the shared supervision of parents and detention officers. The intention is to have the youth continue in usual community activities pending court appearance.
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Upon arrest, a juvenile must be seen by Juvenile Intake for determination of detainable offense which would result in the youth being remanded to Harborfields.
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You know that old expression, ''GET REAL''. Well, to to this properly and perfectly, old friend Bob Schleigh from 'MAFCO' in Camden, New Jersey in 1980, what else, EXPLORATRONICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why did Dawn-Marie King know all along that a nightmare I had about this place all my life????? Gee, could the answer here be EXPLORATRONICS again, folks??? What else. Then on top of that, the GODDESS that owns everything loves to play games more than even the total membership of the ESS. Her very absolute fucking fave game is GTNOTG, AKA not formerly but always, old pal PRINCE CHEMTRAILS; ''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'', and yes, I FUCKED UP on a prior blog text, only when you pluralize as SSJK indeed did, her game-name, does the 'ESS' come out on both words, proving she is ahead of a lot more than just the teen-beat-curve. She already knew I would be talking on blogs before Blogger Dot Com existed, by two full years, in 1997; and yes, another fuck up, I was taken back to 1968, not 1969 by Dingman; and to finish out me' ol' pernt here Archibald sir; yes it was late in 1996, Pearl Harbor Day, when she wanted to play, on her street, in some PLAYFIELD NEAR BRIGINTINE, Mashell; (she had peeps and fam there, where else would she for goddess fucking sake, YO?), but yes peeps, GUESS/GUESTS, you have to fuckiGN pluralize the word guests, and I fucked up in a prior blog, and some may have said, what is this asshole talking about, and you would have been right to do so, so here it is again, redone correctly this time, BRO!




What DREAMS really  are, is not going to be found in the collective works of all the dream books on the planet. Only MORIANITY can explain the true and absolute honest answers that have been kept back. Keeping this information back is what allows the ESS to have power over the rest of us. Morianity's mission: Try and do all I can to shine the true light on the true path of the only one true hidden reality that has broken out from the void infinity into the LAWTRONS, and created this wild for lack of better word, 'inter-dream'.

























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Power is not in the gold; and it certainly is not in the paper; and all of the world power owners, and structure creatures, (the establishment) to use an ancient sixties fucking word good peeps; KNOW THIS TOTALLY AND ABSOLUTELY AND COMPLETELY 100 mother fucking percent, (100%)!


This is as serious a situation, and it is totally fucking Christian-Biblical as well, I cited the 2000 year old words of inability to buy or sell, (live) really; but how do we explain the rest of that great passage, “Unless they have the mark of the beast”? Gimme' a break. As times and cultures change, we all must fit certain older things into new present age translations, if you doubt that I guess you read the Bible in its original Latin and Hebrew Aramaic texts and use the scrolls, you can purchase photocopied pages of these real honest scrolls, you know. Absolutes and translations are there for a child or a simpleton to understand. Don't kill, don't steal, in other words, don't do horrible fucking shit. What kind of a goddess would SSJK be if she us all TO DO bad stuff? The basic Mosaic law is be a nice person. If you're a nice person you will do your darnedest to keep the commandments. We all fail, so Christianity has the teaching of one of SSJK's fave games that she plays with the entire creation, but you are no supposed to see that truth yet in 2014, and that is the Salvation System Game. She takes her games very very seriously. Now this recent shit on the news is laughable. What part of BE A NICE PERSON which never ever changes through all of time illusion, did that person receive as some misguided divine message??????????????? But finishing my point here, the mark of the beast and the knowledge, and being kept from it. The beast is the Lambrigg Cult, Christianity calls it SATAN and HIS ANGELS. This cult has been discussed in MORIANITY since DATY-ONE. The bad did not swing or the echo of its sound striking the fuckiGN baseball did not totally decay away when I was saying in early 2006 on these very blogs, that this is one evil mother fucking group of shit heads. They reside as one third of a group called the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Stacey was talking MILLIONTH, remember. Watch out for calling anybody a dam ass fuckiGN fool. LSS, all jokes aside about the Mark, or the last Donald, and other beastly things; when this group has you on their 'DESTROY AT ALL COSTS' shit-list, up around top ten, and on the top of that part as well; YOU'RE FUCKED UP TOAST AT C-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!! ''ON TOP'' of THAT, sir Rockdroid Lurch Allberries;   they have me in uncountable fucking 'playfields' or games of a total covert type such as parallel event with this nightmare fucking stock market and those Philly-57 Sports Teams. ICPE-APE is one of these tools against my life or sick playfield games that go on until the minute you fucking drop fucking dead, not one minute earlier, with the 'E' not omitted at the Egg Harbor White Horse Pike Mob Contract 1996 diner, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right before the fuckiGN market opened way up on the day yesterday they woke me out of a sound mother fuckiGN sleep as they love to fuckiGN do to me, with another major ear piercing FIRE-ALARM at my monster ass horrible PH Building. THE ''FUCKIGN HACK'' is 'here again', and without the 'happy Opee Mayberry' days, Bob McDowell and Sheriff Griffith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, if you have the Millionth Council's evil third wiping you out in death-game playfields (DGPF) and cannot obtain a relief clause under the cosmic rights of prior lifers, such as myself, anyone who consciously holds more memories than just their present life in 3-D; that can legitimately apply but have no guarantee of acceptance, and hope of a cosmic ordered desist from the game, or (CODG); some universes cleverly call this a code-G for a short and covert only understood by T3E ESS members; but call a spade a shovel or a rose and pile of dog crap, the reality changes not. With these pricks fuckign with you, the last thing they'll ever allow is for someone like myself under a CODE-G-PENDING or even a denied status which I may be by now, after-all I am fucking almost 60 cock sucking years old, but yes; things look real mother fuckiGN bad for me, and they are not going to let me become some expert in all this fucking computer and net shit in an age where that could possibly help to buy me out of my hell that they worked so long and hard top put me in, 50 million years to be exact, but WHO THE FUCK IS COUNTING????????

Holy vomit comet, and infant and widow skull crushers of the universe; most do not try to follow the basic GAME RULES, while here in hyperspace, you know, (BE A NICE 'FUCKIGN' PERSON). Most folks are just plain rotten and cruel and mean and nasty. Still, plenty of other peeps are pretty nice most of the time. Who are any of us to judge another unless we can do it from a point of perfection, and we all know by now that my pal from Cooley Hall, Bruce Allan Pennock, straightened all of us out quite emphatically and often, with his famous nineteen-seventies quote, “We're all human, nobody's perfect”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















As for my life, it is only different from most of yours, because of the same reality that is behind the rest of this fucking rotten mess, EXPLORATRONICS, the best kept secret in the world in endless multiples of parallel universes.




Now there are some out here who are on the fence about me and about Morianity. Keep fighting those T3E inside of you, viewers, you know they are there. You do not need me to tell you dog squat, and you know I am being honest, just think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!










JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?
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Just exactly which exploratron jumped inside this man who ripped me off in 1979, with the tow truck deal? Well, now you would be asking things that go beyond what Morianity can hope to tell you. I do not know individual travelers, nor will any of you, ever. I do know that few travel alone, just as the ancient roads and even roads today can be dangerous at the wee early morning hours to travel on. How long would Shakira last on a bicycle wearing a bikini, at three in the morning, in almost any place and any road? Hyperspace is a dangerous place, right Oliver NSA North? Still brother, folks team up and as Misses Marola tried to tell me in 1969, “Mark, there is power in numbers, and how can you be the only one who is right if there are millions that are saying you are wrong”? Well, this principle does not work in Powerball lottery Jackpots, but with the majority of items in life, SHE IS TOTALLY ACCURATE, and we all know it, me included, Russ Thaxton, and Count Von Marcucci. Well Powerball Jackpots and Exploratronics is one thing, or really, TWO THINGS, and then came all of the other things. So it is safer to be in the group or in the club, or in the ESS! We may not know the individual as Tiberton E. Nurlo Junior, but who cares? We can at least begin to take that second big craw and leap out of the seas of our destiny-evolution, and realize that this group of game playing travelers, Irish call them IMPS, 'other-landers' have have other names; but they are so real, and this is all so true. What we all need to focus on now, is how to become a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (T3E), and then, well Lennynick, we can move on with this later on. I don't want to miss my Law and Order shows coming on soon, and I want to fix me a little din-din and bring lovely eyes Betty Roaches Davis over. Yes peeps, know how to level the playing field, and then, the rules to the games change automatically. Not all peeps in the ESS want to invite peeps into this until THEY DECIDE when the time is right. Well, who made them god? They did. Now you can perceive me as the snake telling Eve these truths, all over again. I cannot help the way it looks, but I have an idea to fool around in your mind with, if you wanna'. Just as they gave us all psychiatry to label those who talk the way I do and many others do, they also gave us this Christianity Cult and it will stand strong until somebody with the balls to challenge the old truths comes along, someone like me, like you, who can know this? Still, they created that Eden Garden and snake so that when I try and tell Morianity to you all, folks can yell out, see, the prophets foretold about jerk offs like the Mountainpen. Hay, good move. I am not dealing with assholes, only the creators of everything, the gods, the ESS, ''WHATEVER'', Congressman Andrews, old buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Put ''THAT'' on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, in 1970!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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