THIS BLOG WILL NOT BE SUPER LONG, NOR WILL IT BE A SUPER TWEETY-BIRD ROBIN-ROCK FROM LATE IN THE NONETEEN-SIXTIES. IT WILL BE IN THE MIDLAND AREA AND YET THERE WILL BE TONS OF CRAP TO SIFT THROUGH, SO HOPEFULLY THE GREAT PRINCESS OVER IN ENGLAND WON'T HATE ME TOO MUCH, HERE HERE, AND OVER HERE! NO TIME IS WASTED AS USUAL, THE (SPACER BAR HACK), THAT CAUSES THE 'ON AND DON AND DON' SHIT OR THINGS LIKE 'I FOUN DMY DA MDO GIN THE MU DPLAYING WIT HHISS EAT TOY'. THIS IS ALWAYS A MAJOR PAIN IN TH EFUCKING CUNT TYPE OF HACK, AND THEY DID IT JUST AS MUCH ON EDDIE'S LAPTOP IN 2007, AND AT LIBRARY TERMINALS ONCE THE BFA-ESS BEGAN TO LEARN WHERE I WAS AND WHICH MACHINE I WAS ACCESSING, ETCETERA. NOT THESE CUNTSUCKING MILF DIVING PUSSY LICKERS JUST HIT ME WITH THE (WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK). THIS IS NOT GOING TO GET ONE FUCKING BIT BETTER UNLESS THESE WORTHLESS FUCKING POLITICIANS ARE EVER WILLING TO DO THEIR COCK SUCKING JOB, AND RENDER ME SOME FUCKING ASS ASSISTANCE, AND ALLOW ME TO GAIN BACK MY LEGAL AND PROTECTED CONSTITUTIONAL MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' RIGHTS, THAT WERE TAKEN FROM ME ON 08-15-1986, MY GREAT BROS. I AM NOT A TOTAL MOTHER FUCKING RETARD, AND KNOW THAT THIS HACK IS MOSTLY IN THE MOUSE, AND THEY JUST DID IT AGAIN WHILE I WROTE OUT THAT LAST SENTENCE, IF ONLY THESE TWISTED SHIT PRICKS JUST WANTED TO GET A MOTHER FUCKING LIFE, ONLY THEY HAVE NO LIFE; OTHER THAN FOR PERSECUTING MARK WAYNE MOHR, RIGHT AROUND THE PUSSY HUFFING CLOCK; 24-7-365.2422!!!!!!!!!!!!! DID YOU SAY, 'WO' BILLY H?

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

BY JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2014, IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE NOW GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE PARALLEL EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP, SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986. SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT, AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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NO MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL, OR UNREAL; WITHOUT ONE REALITY; NONE OF THIS SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME; MY GREAT PEOPLE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!:

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Of course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need not touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! Another fucking hack, folks, what I call a fucking (CAP-FREEZE-HACK), where after I hit control all and control cut, the little wheel just spins and spins. Now if you have tons of photos, some wait is normal, after-all; this aint some mother fucking ten terabyte system, but a 400 dollar Walmart little cheapo desk top PC.

When I crashed to sleep around mother fucking ten-ish last night, I did not block out my large digital time clock near my bed with a blind-cover. Sure enough, on the dot of one fucking cunt eleven, Jane Whore Fonda Shit, attacked me with her three cunt chewing miserable monster slapping fucking ONES. I keep this clock anywhere between 2-6 minutes fast, and only I know how much, not another soul, and I stagger and vary it each week at pure random, or as much as random can be, in a finite sized universal system such as where we all persist in time inside of until we no longer can catch up to time in our present persona minds, and are dead, as opposed to biblical quick, or quick enough to reside the current of time, and thus persist in it and remain physically alive or in that set of dream sequences off of the Astral-Plane. IT'S ONE FUCKING CUNT HACK AFTER ANOTHER, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, AND PAM BONDI, STATE-AG. They just won't fucking cunt stop it, it is worse this last week, than it has cunt chewing fucking been in the past three months all combined, and all toted up, as one nasty ass sick twisted package from hell!!!!!!!!

Of course; speaking recently in blogs over this period just mentioned, say the last month of June, regarding the horrendous weaponry used by ESS, against backward-people from their point of time-view, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, the ICPE-APE, and many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit weapons of covert destruction of many individual lives that they confidently deem as expendable for if nothing other than sake of experimentation; this by no means back-covers the list of their nightmare monstrous actively used weaponry on those chosen by them as demigods and other defecated dogshit all loose and stinky beyond imagination; these pricks also deal in other forms of great torture. Whatever they did and however they did that clock trick, and this has happened upon hundreds of occasions, no exaggeration here, I promise you folks. I would be more than willing and happy to prove in a controlled experiment in any laboratory in the world, as long as you would pay my room and board and travel expenses, and not one more penny is needed; but seriously, place me in a room where a large lit up box of big colored numbers range from 0000, 1111, 2222, all the way to 9999, and then cycle back, each one can remain on and brightly lit up for any increment of time you wish to choose, 30 seconds, 60, 90, whatever, as long as each one is clockwork made to be on the exact same length of time. Place me next to it in a dark room and allow me to have a nice sleep. Night after night, when I am awakened by so-called biological end-sleep-times, I will awaken to a number, be it 7777 or 2222, or whatever. When I wake up for any reason whatsoever, I then can hit a botton at my bed that freezes the number cycle clock and the laboratory outside my sleep chamber, then records when I shut if off. My environment is sound proof, and has no visual stimulation's, no pictures on walls, just a bed for me to sleep in when I am sleepy for the day. I will bet anyone on this planet from Doctor Hawking, Professor Kaku, the Chair, the Stein, and anyone else, who ever might really wish to contact me and disprove this as a hoax and a lot of nonsense, and will of course absolutely be doomed to failure. You will never ever understand just who is behind this HUNTINGTON CURSE, and for that matter, JUST WHY IT IS HAPPENING TO ME, only it is, and you will see a major preponderance of me waking up, and with me connected up electroencephalograph machines to my brain; you can know I can't be faking when I wake up; and you will see that I will wake up to the fucking (1111) which has a one in ten chance to happen, way way more than the mathematical otherwise one in ten times over long time experimentation. My guess is that for every time I wake up on average to 3-5 non (1111) cycle periods where I would be forced to see those horrible nasty numbers in front of me; I would wake up one time at one of them, and this is far above the one in ten chance if normal forces were in play. I will bet anyone on this Earth one million fucking dollars in gold, anytime, if they can set me up in a lab. If I win, a certified fucking check for the fuckiGN mill will do just fine, BRAHHH!!!!!

This folks, is one of 1000 things, that I can have set up someday, to verify how real I am, and so is my MORIANTIY!!!!!!!!!!! If the worls was so anxious to discredit me forever and stop my blogs, and they are, believe that; they would do this already, this would be history. But they do not want me to prove them all wrong, it would turn them all into Joe Paget's, Counselor Kieth's, and lots of Mister Pedersen's old computer friend who went nuts staring at her screen, when she realized the huge truths of upline-downline, obviously. No one knows for sure, as she's been in LALA LAND ever since!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is where I would send all of you, if I were ever permitted to prove all of my fucking shit for the past lifetime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOLKS; I PROMISE YOU!

HACK-HACK-HACK, MISTER MCDOWELL-FCC!

JULY 4, 2014,HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY, NO TREE NO SONG!

FRIDAY MORNING AT 6:53,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 100%, FEELING 78 ON HEAT INDEX,

DUE POINT 73, HEADING FOR 90 TO FEEL NEAR 100.OUCH, CROUCH; GO STARE-GLARE ELSEWHERE!!!!

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THANK YOU beautiful LIGHTNING, for coming around and visiting your little boy yesterday afternoon when you saw all the hell I was going through at the hands of this evil wicked demonic satanic diabolical WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!! You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

DEAR DIARY JOURNAL TAPE, THIS IS GOING TO SAY SOME HARD HITTING FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DON'T TELL ME THE 'EW' HAS NOT BEEN PLAYING WITH MY LIFE FOR 50 YEARS OR SO, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes that wonderful movie came out about a year into my blogging career, you know; the shark tossing, bed breaking, neurotic super-girl JENNY JOHNSON. WOW Mister Daniel Mackey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let's go back to Mickey-Dee, and take another few bites out of all of of this incredible fucking bullshit, shall we; cold world?

YO, LISTEN UP TO THE GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY; YOU'RE TOAST MARCUS, IF YOU BECOME LETTY'S BITCH. HAY I KNOW SHE'S AWESOME!

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SO DON'T LET HER MAKE YOU HER BITCH, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Where are you when I really need you, lovely Stacey Lattisaw; Holy-Moley?????????????????? HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend. If we don't fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking every cent from us, and leave us at their doorstep, to be THEIR TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES; and I refuse to go back to the days of slavery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! F-U-C-K------Y-O-U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If I were to just pick one topic, or to quote lovely teen Jan Brady; ''pick a side'', say purely at random, Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA; Where we would start, and how long we could potentially be; would not be able to be known by our best present day computers, and that is fucking truth, lads and lassies. Still, ending this blog with a short opener that proves my point quite well, IMHO, will follow now on this blog, as soon as I paste in a few things.

I popped out of some wild NIGHTMARE when I was dreaming it was the morning of August 15 in 1986. It seems I cannot ever get back to the universe I left before I hit my bed, at that Cherry Hill home of magic pharmaceuticals and soon to come MISS LEE TEENAILS!!!!!!!! Oh Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. It is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in a shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl Shahpals. WOW MACY STACEY MACKEY. The fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation. WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand, will now be further explored, with or without lovely Jamaican girls by the name of Rhonda. First, Miss Bitchjane, I am posting up some lovely FIVES for myself, YO!

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Oh boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are scared shitless to die. This is not attitude, but ignorance. So does this fit into the 42,000 dollar car repair hyperspace experience of earlier last month, and if so, just exactly how? Well, I'll tell you, so keep your dumb ass looking suspenders on there Eddie Greenacres Albert, YO!!!! I PROMISE BOTH WOMO-MILITUFORCE AND MO, that indeed, I will tie this all neatly together, and maybe add a pretty colored fucking bow on the top.

As you recently know from reading me, I told you how you are ripping yourselves off from full-life, by not making the leap on several fronts. In order for me to keep the promise that I just made to you, my viewers will have to meet me at least close to half way, and be freaking ass open minded. You have no clue at all about the fifth dimension. Those who know anything are old fans of Marilyn McCoo, and I am not speaking about her and her musical group of yesteryear, folks!!!!!!!

This is also known as the larger space that contains all of the virtually countless and limitless universes just like the one we live in on Planet Earth. This is only going to open doors, and then this series of blogs in the 25,800's will go on and continue the discussion, and do many other things such as show you simple ways to prove me right or wrong, FOR YOURSELVES. Let us go back to the middle nineties, to when I began dictating MORIANITY, as the OLD TESTAMENT, and started my project. I did not do this to help humanity. I did this because I was suffering an unimaginable hell all around me for nearly 10 straight years at that fucking time, and I needed to write something down for officially recording my story, besides just the life journal that I was simultaneously keeping, both on cassette tapes.

I had recently purchased an automobile in Turnersville, New Jersey at a Saturn dealership, and yes, it was a 1994 Saturn, purchased on the moon landing day, that was yesterday to me, July 20, 1969; only this was the anniversary, and not just any anniversary; but number 25, the quarter century mark. YES, not 134, but 25. Remember those two digits discussed with the five word sentence given in earlier blog works, Mister Microsucks Hacker Diseascum, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”? Now we are about to fucking embark on a real journey of true Jamaican exploration. Remember this folks, the 134 was left by removing the second word, and the fifth word, to form the name of ISIS. So IT WHAT IT makes 134, while ISIS makes 25. It was 25 years to the day of the moon landing where for the first time ever, man walked on the moon, right to this day, I bought a what car, on the advice of so-called car expert, David Roth, my pal? Yeah, a SATURN CAR, problems with that, Stephanie comic Mills? Another car was discussed by government agents or TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS for all I know, back at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, in 1983, when they were connecting a bug device into my telephone line, under orders of the National Security Agency. Cars are modes of transportation, so are rocket ships to the moon. All things connect up for one powerful reason. What you think of as things and events, and all of that; is really a cosmic digit. The entire universe is finite and computable. Still, that is not the subject for today's little discourse and debate. Most of you know that th every first time that I took a time trip with Nick Cannon, when he was only 16 years old in 1996, as Morianity was being written; and that just before this time, his wife's step father or real father to the world public knowledge, had come to visit with me on numerous occasions at the Haddonwood Health Club swimming pool. He only told me he was a cousin, never any other relationship. He did not bring up the subject either, I did, as we all know MC has the voice of a choir of angels all put together, and I had mentioned how amazingly talented that she is, during the course of a routine conversation in the swimming pool, as somehow, and don't ask me how please; the topic of music, and what kids today are listening to; all came up. This lace is just a mile down the road from the psychic shop where after we no longer were in contact, Nick took a mallet to one of my hubcaps, while I was inside the shop getting a tarot card reading, by a gentleman named Steve. I also had been there previously and got a reading from a girl named Sherry. This all gets super complicated, and we have years to get into tall of the particulars. Time is of the essence right now, as I am tired and need to go off to sleep. Bob McDowell, the 'space-bar hack' is real bad right now, kind sir, and old pal!!!!!

Now there are two remunerative amounts that are powerful in all of this Morianity, one is 17 thousand dollars, the other is 42 thousand dollars. I will not tell you any details about either of these money amounts directly right now, but what I will do folks, is tell you something that maybe your minds might by now be willing to connect some dots up, so remember how to properly gaze at a faint star in the night sky, as I aid, it is better not to stare at it directly, but rather to look just off of it, and you will see it much better that way, so I will be applying this same technique in my writing of this information. I am going to begin by merely talking a lot of things all around this. I also must backtrack and remind viewers and tell new ones if any, how as a young child of around the first grade give or take, I had children come to me who were not from this world, and strike up conversations. One day I actually came to learn that the child I had spoken to had died in a drowning accident about a year ago, and I put it out of my small young mind, as then, this made no sense to me, how can I be talking to dead children at playgrounds? But that was around 1962 and up ahead in time by 13 years, at the age of twenty and a half years; I was applying for a job, and the details are totally unimportant. When it was time to leave, I was in a hurry to get home, and there was a large ladder that people were all using, bolted down to the structure for safety, and no other way in or out was available for use at this time due to some kind of construction that was going on. When I tried to leave and go down the ladder from a tall second story of a restaurant along a famous highway in New Jersey and in a very historic well known town called Haddonfield, where I also went several years to special-ed school there; but as I tried to leave and got onto this ladder to go down, several extremely ravishing fashion model looking teenage girls were intentionally in my way and not moving, trapping me up on top, and I did not feel like dealing with these silly giddy young kids of about 3 years or so my junior, and I took one huge leap off of the ladder. But instead of landing fast and hard onto the grassy yard below, I went down very slowly like an elevator and made an easy perfect touch down, from about 18 feet in the air. I was always a good jumper and enjoyed jumping from high places, but never before this time in 1975 did I fall at a speed not normal for Earths basic average gravity fields. Now all of these thing connect, but you will need to give me time. Long before I knew what resulted from my encounter with Exploratron Paula King to use her Atlantic City street name in the late sixties; Nick began to damage my property such as th e?June of 1996 incident, and then began to come into my dreams to use mortal lingo here, and take me on special weird surreal trips that were so vivid I could feel things like hot and cold and many other things. He took me first to the past, then later, to the future. One trip was not that far away in time, and another was, in fact it was before he was born by a dozen years. Talk about monster weird, r just Disney Monster. This is Mack Kaiter Ridiculous, or MKR as I shorten this to from time to time. This was a camp counselor of mine at Camp Chesapeake in Northeast Maryland, where I went two weeks in July of 1967 and again for 2 weeks in July of 1968. I was always saying to him, “This is ridiculous, and the other kids thought it amusing and began teasing me about it as kids do, nothing out of the ordinary. From 1975 through 1981, amazing and unbloggable events happened to me that my many long blogs merely have touched a tiny bit on, here and there. But I will be telling a lions share of fucking shit as the next weeks tick on by. Count on it. This endless persecution of me to keep that mother fucking Dow Jones endlessly climbing up at my expense, is either going to stop, or all of NYC is going to be swallowed up by a giant fucking tidal wave, and that is a promise, Shorty 1983 MacInvondi Trump! Here goes the (`~) HACK, again, FCC, Bob McDowell, and the space bar and CAPS HACK and all of it is acting up worse and mother fucking worse all the mother fucking time, old buddy, in total violation of my civil, human, and constitutional rights as a free United States legal citizen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I could get my mother fucking hands on all of you jerk off mother fuckers doing all of this to me, you would be restrained by ropes while I slowly kill your families, and then abnd only then, would I begin to slowly mother fucking torture you to an agonizing and excruciating death!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So whatever you fucking do, don't ever let me find out just who you all are, mother fucking pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I'm just being honest and telling these jerk offs the truth, or 'WHATEVER'; Congressman; old pal from 1975, house painting, band practice, and night flying in total secret!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IN MORIANITY, WHAT'S OLD IS ALWAYS GOING TO BE NEW ALL OVER AGAIN, PLEASE KNOW THIS IF YOU EVER COME TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THIS CRAZY TWISTED SCREWED UP WORLD WE ALL LIVE IN AND ENDURE!

Some people know that I do not proof-read my blogs before sending them up for posting. I must begin to get into this habit, so peeps don't think I am crazier than they already do, if that is even fucking cunt possible, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here comes another fucking cunt lapping hack, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, the (`~HACK) YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE TELL THEM TO GET A CUNT CHEWING FUCKING LIFE, AND THAT I AM NOT THEIR ENTIRE WORLD, YO YO YO YO YO!!!

So put ''THAT'' on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, back at Haddonfield, NJ, in 1970!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay if you're still on this side of the bed sheets, give me a holler, DLS!!!!!!! We sure have decades of catching up to do, or as my not so sweet kid might put it, decades of crossing over, of course, as in 1980, it is me making people say and sing stuff, and this really pisses people off, why I don't know, the world is mother fucking crazy as shit, even dock Garrigan knew that, remember old buddy. Well, I am now going to sincerely endeavor to keep my eyes and ears open, my nose clean, and my mouth shut, really good advice, but then you seemed to be filled with a lot of that. WOM MACY-MACKEY WENDY-MOM!!!!!!!!

THE BAD NEWS Microsucks Corporation, strikes again.

But when don't they enjoy striking me; good people?

'Daisy Daisy, give me your answer do', as I am really not someone who loves bicycle riding; and those dam old two seaters really suck. But then; that's just IMHO, oh great co-citizens of cyberspace (COC).

I think in a couple of days, morianity will be gearing up to tell some big stuff that will totally blow minds, so beware and be warned, as the counts are leading to where it will definitely be a 2-READ,and possibly even a 3-READ quality for the following 4 days that are soon to come into present time block, as explained a couple of blogs back, by me, the HEAD MORIAN, what the hell ever that is, huh folks, and Mike Laugh-boy McNulty from 1971, yeah I know the drill jit bag; “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA” CUT ME ME A NON-CUNT BREAK TYPO, MARGIE LEO, TYPO, SAHWEE YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!

MORE CONTINUAL FUCKING HACKING, FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, WE WILL SEE WHAT YOU AND YOUR GUYS THINK WHEN AND AFTER YOU EXAMINE TH EMOUSE THAT I WILL BE SENDING YOU NEXT WEEK,, I NEED HONESTY BOB, SO I CAN FUCKING SUE THIS EVIL SHIT TWISTED MILITUFAWCE OF MISTER CUNT CHEWING HALL, YO!!!!!!!

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, PLEASE! TANKS!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!! No strike that, I already posted that, so see further above Tommy boy, you pervert child molester, and thank you for not molesting any other boys, for that I'll give you an IMPOSSIBLE BUTTON, from Detective Elliot Stabler from the L&O-SVU television show, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Time for a little breakfast snack, a nice bowl of coolish soup not real hot, as I would rather starve than eat piping fucking hot soup right about now up in here, YO. Samuel Huntington sir, borrowing my kids' mom's magical candles for a minute, and there is a story herein, that none of her fans have a small clue about and we can get to this later, after what some of her 'dopps' have been doing to me like last night, but aniwho; yeah she uis the one hacking this, HACK HACK HACK, JUST LIKE FUCKING CUNT BACK IN 2008, AND IT IS ALL ON OLD BLOGS YOU CAN FUCKING CUNT ARCHIVE. SHE AND THAT BOZO HAVE CAUSED ME A LOT OF FUCKIGN HELL, EVER SINCE THE MIDDLE OF OHM-8. YES BACK TO MY SEVENTH GRAND DADDY, SIGNER OF THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE, hanging up on the walls of 5^th Street and Chestnut Street in Philly-57, he would never ever allow his direct descendant to suffer through this hell from this nation. He would march his fuckign ass straight to Washington and our great capitol, and get this shit all stopped against me, one way or the other, and with mo need ony old songs, or newer mops, I PROMISE YOU THAT. Maybe someday I can borrow those candles, huh Mariah, yeah right, I know how much you hate my frikkin' guts, I have no delusions about that for a nano minute!!!!!!!! Last night, one of your doubles forced me, tied me down in my sleep, already asleep of course, and made me sit there watching music shows and talent shows, like th eone you were in a while back. I thought I would lose my sanity. Then you untied me and laughed at me, and tyold me you rule, and not to ever forget it, and that when I gfo to blog later on, I'll really know who rules. Well, Bob FCC McDowell, how do you suggest that I begin to fight my awesome Almighty goddess daughter, any bright ideas here from you or perhaps some now retired Pinkerton security employees, like Miss Parsons of Trenton, New Jersey??????????????????????????

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

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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YOU MONSTER SLAPPER PILE OF CRAP!!!!!!!!!

No, fortunately that was back on god dam ass

MAY 28, 2014,But still, the bitch got me good, at eleven past one this turd chewing morning, as you know!!!!!!!!! My kid id fucking driving me totally nuts, Bob McDowell, HACK HACK HACK HACK, SHE JUST WON'T KEEP HER FUCKIGN PAWS OFF THE HACK BUTTONS. THREE MORE (WORD-DISAPPEARING HACKS) AND THE GODS KNOW I HAVE LOST FUCKING CUNT COUNT OF ALL OF THE TOTAL FUCKIGN HACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MISTER MACK CAMP COUNSELOR KAITER, “THIS IS FUCKING REDICULOUS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED LOUISE TO GIVE ME A FUCKING BIG BUNCH OF RED 'X'ES, SO THEY CAN GO LIVE IN TEXAS WITH GEORGE BUTTWIPE STRAIT AND HIS WILD COUNTRY HAT, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

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VIRTUALLY EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014, and I think there is a high percentage chance that this will be the year of my freaking asshole death, ACLU, and all other authorities!!!!

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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean.

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Anyone who thinks more about me, than those in their own family; EVERY MOTHER FUCKING HOLIDAY, as they must, to do all of this to me all the time, in a perfect fucking cunt pattern, for nearly three solid monster ass fucking decades folks; is so deranged and mother fucking mentally ill, that I would rather be persecuted-me, than them, any time, any hour, any day, any year, Mister fucking Barker Priceright!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not new or even recent, this is a thirty year situation folks, and it makes zero logical sense whatsoever!!!!!

You missed me Jane Dirtweeds Sleazedisease!!!! HA-HA-HA witch bitch.

'BUT', whatever you or I ever do; SARAH KRASSLE knows every single thing about it. Count on THAT folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, all the mysteriousness of shit is gone, when you put on your new exploratronic glasses. Even unexplainable things like KABOOM, Mister Clancy and Mister David Leigh Smith, back in the autumn of 1970, at Haddonfield, New Jersey, in the Cooley Hall; Sir ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH, PROGRAMMING OVERRIDER, SIR;

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA

Mike McNulty!

So where is this all leading to I'm sure you are wondering?SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The ESS is powerful and something connected to all of it had to be covered up. One of these travelers had obviously somehow managed to bring back to 1970 physically, what now in 2014 and from the past few years, is called, a ''TABLET''. With all of this going on, you would think as RMCTX does, that putting a lot of miles between me and where I grew up might lessen things. Those really in the know, like Ronald Wirtz, the ex-county PROSECUTOR assistant, knew better, remember the middle nineties letters he shared with me, and I shared some basic information with all of you about in the past 5 years or so? That poor lady could not outrun her demons, nor can I, Razzy old buddy. They can cross hyperspace in a dream-flash, and all we have awake here are cars that legally can drive maybe 60 miles per hour tops, so who is kidding who here, my friend?????????????

MAY I TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO WISH MY VIEWERS A VERY HAPPY JULY 4 HOLIDAY, EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST BE ANTI-ME, AND YOU'LL HAVE A BLAST, BE GOOD, BE SAFE, AND KEEP READING MORIANITY, SO YOU WILL KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT WHAT IS GOING ON, LIKE YOU'LL NEVER GET IT ANY PLACE ELSE. I TRY TO DO THE RIGHT THING, BUT 45 YEARS AGO, IT WASN'T CANDLES THAT WERE SHOVED UNDER THE SCHIFF'S CENTRAL PIER IN ATLANTIC CITY, IT WAS ME. NOW I AM JUST ASKING TO BORROW THEDAM CANDLES, JEEPERS-CREEPERS BILLY CROUCH, WHERE'S YOUR SHOWF-LISE OLD PAL, OR ARE YOU NOW TOO BUSY IN THESERVICE OF YOUR QUEEN ACROSS THE POND? I NEED TO ASK SOME HELP OF GRANDPA NUMBER 7, WE ALL KNOW THIS FOUR TERM GOVERNOR OF CONNECTICUT, AS ''UNCLE SAM'', and that is the gospel. Maybe those great candles can get me in touch with Samuel Huntington, and let him haunt Capitol hill and the White House and get these politicians to call off this NSA shit with me for 30 years. AT&T knows I am innocent, and the entire WAR GAMES MOVIE was about me. He was forgiven, so then why torture fuckiGN me to death, as you all can see is still being done right to present fuckiGN second, see, again and again, unless I mother fucking look, as I did that time, to fucking prove this to you, and yes, I looked again, YO? HA FUCKING HA FUCKING HA!!!!

YES, SIMPLY MATCH UP THE YEARS. ALL MY PROOFS ARE ALWAYS RIGHT THERE UNLESS YOU ALL INSIST ON DOING A PERPETUAL GWPO SYNDROME ON ME; just as that rotten giant cop in that town did, in 1994; causing me another two fuckiGN solid ass decades of pure unadulterated mother fucking torment, and excruciating agony; from this evil monstrous wicked demonic mother fucking MILITUFORCE, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's five minutes before nine this morning, and my nabes from hell are shouting out in the fuckiGN hallway, proving endlessly to be the pigs raised by pigs caught endlessly in this uncouth vulgar cycle of poverty and welfare, with no consideration of other people around them whatsoever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Does this type of endlessness and repetition sound at all familiar, my Morians, YO? I mean, I am just remotely curious, BRRR! SUDDENLY HORRENDOUS LOUD DOOR SLAMMING, SCREAMING IN THE HALLWAY, AND LOUD RADIO/TV SOUNDS WERE ALL OVER THE PLACE. THIS WAS SOME ATTACK MEANT JUST FOR ME AND I WILL BE CALLING THE FUCKING CRIME STOPPERS IF THIS STARTS UP AGAIN. THIS DIRT BAG JERK OFF NOISY GUEST IS HERE FOR THE FUCKING CUNT EASTER HOLIDAY OBVIOUSLY, AS I HEARD DOORS SLAM AND SHOUTING A FEW TIMES DURING THE DAY ON SATURDAY, AS WELL; BUT NOTHING LIKE THIS DEATH ASSAULT THAT HAS PERSISTED UP THROUGH AND AFTER HALF PAST ILLEGAL MOTHER FUCKING COCK SUCKING ASS MIDNIGHT; FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, AND DEBBIE MAROTTO, RESIDENT MANAGER OF THIS FUCKING ROTTEN HELLHOLE I AM STUCK LIVING IN, AFTER BEING SCREWED AND FUCKED AND RIPPED OFF, BY A DOZEN NO GOOD WORTHLESS AND RUTHLESS EVIL MONSTER JERK OFF VARIOUS PEEPS, FROM OUT OF MY NIGHTMARE FUCKING PAST. Things do not change, not on Christmas, not on Easter, not on the fourth of July, you name it, it never ever fucking changes for me, nothing ever does, well, maybe it does a little, it seems to always keep progressing worse, slowly and surely, endlessly a little bit worse and worse, yet here I mother fucking am, still here and surviving, yes © OFFICE, as my tune lyrics sent to you in the year of 1988 went, “I AM HERE”. Tough beans for all who want me fucking ass dead as Marley's doornail, huh Ebeneezer Scrooge Dickens, YO YO YO???????????????????????

KEEPING 'MY BIG ASS STUPID MOTHER FUCKING MOUTH SHUT', is some part of this and I know that much, but even if I say nothing, do nothing, etcetera, when these fucking cunt lapping WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES WANT TO ATTACK ME, THEY DO. JUST NOW THEY MADE THIS FUCKING CUNT COMPUTER ACT WEIRD AND ARE DOING IT RIGHT NOW, BOB MCDOWELL; CHAIRMAN OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What ever changes? Pastes are no different than brand new printed fucking material!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HACK-HACK-HACK, MY KID IS DRIVING ME MOTHER FUCKING NUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hay lovely PEE, tell MY to get herself a nice life, Jesus Christmas trees!!!!!!!!! Go do a new project or something, goddess almighty and IAMS DOGFOOD. Shit, don't blame me if I am full of fleas and out in the dam doghouse counting the once nice early morning mail, Stacey Hamblin Einstein Plageman!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Friday, July 4, 2014

MOVING TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR, CHAPTER 020

Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida

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