GOOD
EVENING LIGHTBULB MICROSUCKS. GOOD EVENING FAST AGAIN PRGRAM HACK
SCANNER. WHATCHALL DOIN' YA SICK SON OF A BITCHES?
GAGA
CAT has been asked why this problem with the BLOGGER WEBSITE has
happened, and you will get a mind blow when I get really into things.
Diana said when I reach the end of a page, it will reset. Well, I was
typing this, and they have a keystroke worm virus in my PC illegally
in violation of my rights and property; and made the page longer than
I ever saw it. There never was a time that they had so much up on one
page, usually a blog the size of my last post, cancels out an already
existing material on a current page, sending it back into the
archive-margin on the right side. So this is to keep the hack in
there, Bob McDowell of FCC, I suppose. All day and night, loud
talking is in the hallway outside of my apartment door, but then,
that is par for the course, in other words, what else is new (WEIN)
same shit different day (SSDD) same old same old (SOSO). Sometimes I
just type it all in as, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!
Some
people know that I do not proof-read my blogs before sending them up
for posting. Sorry, I must take the time to do more of this, Bruce
Allen non-Perfect Pennock. Loud voices and slamming doors are getting
worse, so indeed, my enemies know when I am working on my blogs, in
total violation of my American born free citizen legal and human
rights. Don't make me laugh with the word 'constitutional'. My mother
fucking ancestors would roll around in their fuckiGN cunt tombs if
they could see their descendant suffering with all of this hell in
their founding father built empire, lively tall Library-Linda, who
went onto create after we met, the famous web-site of ancestry dot
com. Put
''THAT''
on
your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, back at Haddonfield, NJ, in
1970!!!!!!!!!!!!
.....TAPE
25,834.....
THE
BAD NEWS Microsucks
Corporation,
strikes again.
Folks,
I now quote the great Goddess and Almighty Goddess, when she said to
me in the Eden place, 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 that I was not able to techno-pop her,
13,000 years ago, and make a lovely cool song out of it,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! What would your problem be, Doctor, if you had
13,000 mother fucking years of perfect, or near perfect
memories???????????????? 1984 was 20 seconds ago to me, so go say
AHHHHHHHHH and quit calling my mother.
If
Diana is telling me the truth or merely teasing her little boy, we
will be finding out in living (NBC-color), soon enough; (FCC)
FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION PAL, BOB
MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSOOOOOOOO,
Arthur Crane of the Antinass Club of Thompson Consumer Electronics of
Deptford, New Jersey in 1991 old friend; WHAT WILL THEY DO TO ME NEXT
IN THE MIGHTY EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, TYO YO YO YO. I GUESS
THAT WILL MOTHER FUCKING TEACH ME TO SAY THINGS LIKE, “BRING IT,
BRING IT, BRING BRING-BRING IT”, HUH BUDDY??????
Don't
even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the
topic of EXPLORATRONS,
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I
talked about 1996 and the WEEEEEE NETWORK, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
in case you did not notice, began the L&O shit in the 1996 year
episodes this week. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I already knew they would by
my doing and saying what I did and said, and would have made a book
up to ten grand on borrowed mob money on it, two to one with a 20%
max vig repay. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
HAY
TTTTTTTTOM RRRRRRRREALE, YYYYYO; HERE IS THE IMAGE CHCHCHCHART FOR
THE DDDDDDOW JJJJJJJJONES AVAVAVAVAVAVERAGGGGGES!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
TOTAL
FUCKING SHIT WHORE JANE BASEBALLS JUST NAILED ME ON MOTHER FUCKING
PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, SO PWEEEEEEEZE PERMIT ME UNCLE HEINZ OF
BABYLON, NEW YORK, TO NOW CUNT PHLEGM RAPE (COMPENSATE), WHATEVER,
CONGRESSMAN OLD 1975 BUDDY AND MIKE MCNULTY NON-BUDDY A WEE BIT BIT
BEFORE THAT IN 1971, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!
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MONSTER SLAPPER PILE OF CRAP!!!!!!!!!
MAY
28, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
NIGHT AT 11:24,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 77 DEGREES FNHT.
DOWN
FROM 92 WITH HIGH HUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
what I did, was to take the opening page that I get to when I go up
to post a blog; where it shows several blogs, underneath the stats
report; and I pasted in the nice golden full moon with the airplane
'technography'-photo and the writing dribble below it that Blogger
puts up. I did not know you were not supposed to do this, it is my
blogs, my property, but if they don't want shit done, they should
have a rules report that bloggers get to read every so often, and
with any updates, so we know what we are OK to do, and what is not
mother fuckiGN OK. What am I GOD the mind fucking reader, YO. But
I'll bet dimes to donuts this is what has caused me this cunt
sniffing ass problem, good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These mother
fucking WOMO MILI-2-FORCE DIRT BAG SCUM SHITS have wrecked my entire
life. They have damaged tens of thousands of dollars of my property
over the years, and they have ruined all my shit recently. This is
costing me a fortune to try and keep up with what these mother
fucking bastards are doing to me, MIZZ PAM
BONDI, ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA;
or don't you care at all? Someday I will get a straight answer out
of Russ Thaxton, Richard Marcucci, and some others, if I have to
twist a snake around their throats until they scream out driving
directions to Grant Avenue and I-95 in Northeast Philly-57 Hickey
Hockey and Brenda Moore, and no
Fred Sanford; let's not fucking ''WAIT A
MINUTE''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
mouse is hacked to hell and I am going to buy a new mouse. If the
problem persists, I am calling the Attorney General's Office, and
the ACLU number listed as well for Florida residents.
-
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
HELP
ME ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI, PWEEEEEEEZE!!!!
Florida
Attorney General Pam Bondi
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LONG
STORY MADE REAL DAM ASS SHORT GOOD PEOPLE, 2014 HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT
ONE HUGE NIGHTMARE. ONE HUGE MOTHER FUCKING LONG BOTBAR SUPER ASS
CUNT CHEWING NIGHTMARE TIMES TEN TO THE POWER OF EIGHTY
SIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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, 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, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
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,
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I
BELIEVE I FUCKING TOLD YOU GINA.
MAY
28, 2014,
EARLY
WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 2:10,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 72 DEGREES FNHT.
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 YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WATCH THAT CROOKED
MOTHER FUCKING DOW JONES FLY UP 500 CUNT CHEWING POINTS TUESDAY AND
UP 900 POINTS THIS WEEK, I TOTALLY GUARANTEE IT. LAST TIME THEY
FUCKING STOPPED MY CUNT EATING BLOGS IN THE SUMMER TIME OF 2010, THE
DOW WENT UP 5,000 MOTHER FUCKING POINTS IN JUST A COUPLE OF YEARS.
VIOLATING MY RIGHTS TO SPEAK, NOW THAT I HAVE A LITTLE FOLLOWING, PAM
BONDI, IS A MAJOR ATTACK ON CIVILIAN FREEDOM, AND YOU BETTER KNOW
THIS, MAHM, BECAUSE AFTER I AM GONE AND DEAD, WHO IS GONNA' BE
FUCKING NEXT?
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