I HATE
COMPUTER HACKERS
CHAPTER 005
NOVEMBER
30, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 4:32,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 54 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, WIND CHILL IS 54.
DAILY
RANGE SO FAR, (H-56/L-54).
NNW
WINDS AT 1, GUSTING TO 2 .
The
EVIL EMPIRE NARQ SQUADS OF AMERICA
in league with the NEW WORLD ODOR-ORDER OF
TOTAL POWER FOR THE 1% WEALTHIES; must be happy and
celebrating, with their most recent victory; while the WORLD
COURT IN THE HAGUE IS WORTHLESS, and just sits idly by,
accepting America, and its super fucking hypocrisy, of not harming
innocent people or torturing them! HERE IS WHERE THE GREAT FUCKING
MIKE MCNULTY IS REALL NEEDED, WITH HIS FAMOUS 'AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA'
LAUGH; LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!
The
GAP-ESS is behind all of my suffering, but I am also convinced that
they did not just arrive on the scene one day without any other of
Mister Hall's mighty 'fawces' behind the curtain. I didn't fall of
that turnip truck yesterday, looking to do a reverse mortgage. I'm
not quite old enough Senator Trophy-Wife, and also, I don't own a
home, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
'I'm
down to ten', United States Copyright
Office, Donald Trump, Entertainment World (EW), and Wall Street
Anticupi Club of Mark Wayne Mohr. Better for one to perish than an
entire nation.
1979
for Joanna, and 1984 for my daughter, and 2014 for my funeral. Wild
is it not, that the word 'funeral' begins with the word 'FUN'?
I believe that all things tell stories, but you don't have to agree.
Nobody
wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no escape
can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit
could escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke to
death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be found; unless some
medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body
permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma,
from where no escape can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled
a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to
slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be
found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could
escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or
into a coma, from where no escape can be found; unless some medical
bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently.
Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no
escape can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my
spirit could escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke
to death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be found; unless
some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body
permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma,
from where no escape can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled
a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to
slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be
found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could
escape my body permanently.
I
LIVE IN A VERY EVIL DICTATORSHIP ENEMY EMPIRE, MORE DANGEROUS THAN
ROME OF 2000 YEARS MOTHER FUCKING AGO, LADS AND FUCKING
LASSIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every
day, the enemies are trying t make vitamins and all of the stuff
outside of AMA control, illegal without a doctor's permission note,
AKA a prescription. OTC is Over The Counter, for anyone who may not
be aware of that fact. Eventually, I know I will have to go to the
MAYO CLINIC and get my thyroid gland removed. If they observe me
without medicating me at all over a week or longer period, they will
be able to feel how the Adams Apple under my chin, and the entire
under chin area; gets burning hot. Whatever the Milituforce did to me
on June 4, 1983 striking me down and ruining my health for life,
also stops the normal thyroid tests from showing up as anything
abnormal.
Looking
at Friday afternoon's DOW JONES stock chart, hopefully, some
of you are printing them out, as my high-tech
leprechaun's alter it continuously. Just yesterday, looking at
the most recent chart for Friday's trading session, a child can see
how shit went down for me. The air siege of chemtrails began and
boom, the down-tick kept on falling. But all the tall girls and
hostility which normally goes hand and hand, shot it right back into
a bullish direction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Believe
it or not, you can't live all that great with these invading
type-3-exploratrons, and yet, you can't live without them. Y? Ever
since humanity began to sleep and dream, many thousands of years ago;
hyperspace travel began. Maybe your question is answered now, lovely
Sabrina Collins, as this indeed, is where it all began. For all
others named named Sabrina Collins, maybe you need the same wake up
call holler from a teacher, like the one my grandmother received from
her teacher around the end of the eighteen hundreds.
WHAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes, things are not one bit rosy. Oh yes, things are not one bit
rosy. Oh yes, things are not one bit rosy. Oh yes, things are not one
bit rosy. Oh yes, things are not one bit rosy.
HAY
MARCUS; ARE YOU STILL LETICIA TILLEY'S BITCH, YO?????? TELL
HER MARK SAID, “HAY GIRL” AND TO TELL MY KID TO EASE UP ON ME!
SHARKEY
FREAKING SAYS, YO,
OUCH-OUCH-OUCH,
I AM GONNA' TAKE A HUGE BITE OUT OF STUFF.
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
And
this blogger may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34945
GINA,
GINA, GINA, GINA, YOU KNOW IT GIRL, BECAUSE I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
Oh
the gods, when folks want to be endless Missourian's, they will
never make good Michigan's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANE
FUCKING WHORE GOT ME AGAIN.
LET
ME COMPENSATE WITH MY FIVES.
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MAJOR
DEATH ANDROID/ANGEL ATTACKS ALL OVER ME!!!!!
Some
really fascinating things are going on all over the hyperspace. As
my pal, Bob McDowell said so frequently late in 1972, ''very
interesting''. WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
There
is no such thing as BLANK ART. I cannot
say this enough, nor stress this truth, ENOUGH!!!!!!!! This doesn't
just mean art that is created for the sake of being art, either. All
things, no exceptions; it is all
in a perfect synchronicity, just as the great genius James Redfield,
claimed all along, back in the nineteen-nineties. WHAAA!
MORIANITY
may
have
been
a complete fucking failure; but I will trudge along, endlessly; I
promise, WOMO!!
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I
just left a parallel universe where a gigantic storm had struck
again. I just left a parallel universe where a gigantic storm had
struck again. I just left a parallel universe where a gigantic
storm had struck again. I just left a parallel universe where a
gigantic storm had struck again. I just left a parallel universe
where a gigantic storm had struck again.
“S-H-O-R-T-Y”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, BRO, not girls, a
shorty from 1979 that you are clueless of, so take your nice whittle
bumper sticker and ball, and go home, pweeeeeeeze! TANKS!!!!!!!!
B-----O-----O-----M!
Yes,
the mother fucking death android-angels are back with a vengeance,
and it is really on my cunt sniffing dam ass nerves at C-SQ!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN; you are reading: AFTER
MORIANITY BLOGS, CHAPTER 005, I HATE COMPUTER HACKERS!!!!
Oh
were these the fucking days, to quote that old mother fucking
expression. I tried to paste in something, and the program crashed
for absolutely no reason. This was my first large hack in a while,
BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION; SIR AND MY OLD 1972
PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
my freaking goddess, was this an incredible 5 years, since my last
few days living back at 831 Thirteenth Street, in Hammonton, New
Jersey, at the FBI Agent Steve Caruso's rental home, with Ann and
Dawn and hubby Chicky, AKA Louis Laines. Holy mother fucking Mariloo
Mackadoovirgins!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
was another wild and incredible day, week, month, year, decade,
century, millennium, and eternity. Let me just fucking focus on the
day for right now, however.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA—AHA,
MISTER MICHAEL MCNULTY from 1971, in the purple for us all
CBS-FALL!!!!!!!!!!! Oh how I wish I could just fucking cunt lapping
FORGET CUNT LAPPING SHIT, Doctor Mark Wolf of Moorestown, New Jersey
Hypnotherapist!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you and the McGuire's in the eternal
war of the gods, YO??????????????????
Dear
puke eating diary journal, to quote the old nineteenth century love
sick school girls; what a fucking pain in the dick eating ass life
is when you are holding the 2000 year old family curse. Oh what a
wild and wonderful mother fucking family, us HUNTINGTON clan.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, Dawn-Marie King, and DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
SHEEEEEEEEIT, or is that O-H------S-H-I-T, Mister
Ringboats???????????????????????
I
hate ripping off my pal Mister Simon, but wow have I been reflecting
back to high school days recently, and all the crap from back then,
even cousin tutors, Exploratrons who have long taken over humanity
and the educational system and financial structure and entertainment
industries of music and movies, and now even adding sports and
politics to this nearly ubiquitous grouping that comprises
''entertainment'', not even excluding gladiators and fights to the
death, if we can go back in time just a ways, good folks!!!!!!!!
THE
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND is made up of advanced folks in futures of
countless universes in hyperspace, that for the most part, say 90+%
of them, is a totally organized group and club, and they detest and
despise with a fucking cunt passion, my attempts, futile as they may
indeed be, of exposing them for exactly what they are, here in this
universe and in this time of 2014 and back about 7 years give or
take from this point. Well, you shouldn't have made me do that
school play, on that Memorial Day, 30 May of 1969, Misses Wonderful
Exploratron Marola. When you all leave hints and clues around me
like Lenny Briscoe left breadcrumbs for those lost in the musical
catacombs, then you can expect me to eventually add up one and one
and arrive at 2, or go insane or die, but as long as I keep
surviving, there is a LAWTRONIC REGULATION, folks, and if you let
me, I'll try real dam ass hard to further explain this to you. You
see, if they do certain things, they must leave trails for anyone
with an open enough spirit of enlightenment, to catch on given time,
to what is going on. There is no LAWTRONIC REG that says anyone ever
has to believe a word I say or one rotten claim I fucking make, but
at least, there is a law that forces them to slip up and this is
why, the old saying, about getting away with murder, has still
shadowed the human race to this day. I won't say that no one has
gotten away with murder, I am not saying that for a single ass
second, good peeps. But it is so hard, that anyone not wanting to go
to prison, should never try, as the odds are not in your favor by a
long-shot, to do so. Thank the goddess, as what a dangerous Ollie
North World this would be, without this part of the LAWTRONICS. As
you fall to your death from a construction accident as an iron
worker building the Empire State Building or some other such similar
thing, you may curse out gravity, or the LAWTRON
GRAVITATION REGULATION;
but take it away for the few seconds you are falling to your doom,
and you would die even sooner, and that is truth, whether anyone out
here outside the world of top think tank peeps choose to believe me
or
naut, Miss BLAKE from 1983 AT&T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
Mister Simon Chrodochrome, not all photos come out in Atlantic City,
and then, in other cases sir and pal, not all memories come out.
Still, one does when the other does not, depicting I suppose, the
LAW OF THE BREADCRUMB SLEUTH in the flesh. These laws are not easily
breakable as human laws are. There are stiff penalties for the
breaking of all laws, and we all are always, our best friends while
simultaneously, also are always our very worst enemies, good
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, when
Type-3-Exploratrons begin to join together to form the ESS, never
confuse this with the P4E. These entities went way past being any
type of exploratrons. They are existing as the art and the fiction,
in the mind energies of living humans or PHASE-3-ENTITIES, the
normal waking folks, us, of this physical here and now realm, and in
our present lives. Once a cycle is set up however, they know they
will all meet humanly without knowing each other on a human level in
any way, and establish an entertainment system, as well as an
unbeatable way to steal money from the poor, endlessly, in order to
be able to finance it, which is of course, WALL STREET'S STOCK
MARKET, and then the real fun begins when these characters as pure
energy, actually effect the society and lives of the unsuspecting
vast majority, the fans of this system, or 99.99999% of dummies who
populate this planet. Why did I play with some of my own electronic
magic, some then are accusing me of, or you know, hay asshole Mark,
are you not the epitomized pot that is calling the kettle black, or
at least darker than I am hours after Misses Marola did her planned
thing in 1969, for fifty million years or so? Well, you could take
that viewpoint, and not be totally wrong, but please always try
remembering this old story here, that all stories have TWO SIDES to
them. Show me a coin with one side, and I don't mean with one side
of it just blank, but with only one side, and I promise you, I'll
fucking jack off, right in front of the nine robed gods that sit so
almighty and call themselves, the American Supreme
Court!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! disprove me and I'll renounce
MORIANITY to the cosmos, anytime, any place. Go ahead, anyone, I
CHALLENGE YOU!!!!!!!!!!
Crissake
people, wake up in the dam ass morning for a
change!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W—O—W,
MACKEY-STACEY-MACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
I do not keep track any more officially, but my memory is perfect;
and I know I have a half dozen days, TOPS, that are not botbar this
year in twenty mother fucking fourteen. It is getting worse and
worse and worse, just as music engineer Howard Solomon of 1980
quoted this little ditty to me one day at the RPL Sound Recording
Studio at 1558 Pierce and 1100 State, in Camden, New Jersey, United
States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy,
(NJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am incapable of forgetting a
single thing, Brittany, so take that little TV set inside your old
boyfriend's ear, and you know what you can go and do with it in
ohm-4, honey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Victoria Callio and my lovely
high school gorgeous hair from 1970, Jesus fucking Christ Almighty.
All over the fucking north shore inlet of Atlantic City, when this
all got started in 1996 and 1997, New Jersey Division of Motor
Vehicles started cranking out license plates with her fucked up
initials. Was this part of the forbidden secret you knew about, 8
years earlier and wanted to tell my mom in that diner, Jim Burr of
the non Jeremiah Burke High School of Donna Summer Disco Dances, and
Dave Roth's old hated boss that he talked about 24-7 'till the day
he up and died along with Bo Jangle's poor dog, Mister Jimmy
Batches? Yeah Vicki, my gorgeous hair is still there, how much
longer, maybe CUZZ TRUMP ONLY KNOWS, as he seems to know so much
about me, shit I never even knew myself until the middle late twenty
fucking cunt ohs began to roll fucking cunt around,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So really, why does the BLOGGER
WEBSITE post up the very same pasted in copyright page on
my songs downloaded into my document files from the Library of
Congress, showing the dude from Disney examining my music, while the
WORDPRESS WEBSITE does not post
it up in that way? It is the very same paste up, from the very same
page downloaded from the one and only Copyright Office, Mister
MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB LATTISAW
JACK HACK ATTACK BLACK HAT CRACK????
What
would these pricks do if they could not fuck with me, Bob McDowell,
of the great Federal Communications Commission? Every time I say a
little too much shit that THEY DON'T WANT TOLD, and the THEY can
always be replaced with the words of WOMO, or the MILI-2-FORCE, or
the LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE PHASE-2-REALITY, and so on,
BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I will break up this wall of text for
now and keep the jerk offs happy over at the Unexplained Mysteries
Website, WHAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!
MORTY
MORTINO IS CUNT CHEWING ANNOYING THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME WITH HIS
CONTINUAL BUZZING ON EACH SIDE OF ME. GET LOST, MOTHER FUCKING
DEATH, YOU WORTHLESS JACK OFF PRICK. I HATE TAUNTERS AND TEASES. THE
DICK HEAD WON'T TAKE ME, BUT HE CAN SURE ANNOY ME TO FUCKING DEATH,
AND HAS FOR A LONG FUCKING ASS TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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