FINAL
CHAPTERS AND DOCUMENTS ON BOTH BLOG BOOKS, ''FUCK THE ESS'' AND ''ON
BY AND FOR THE RECORD''
The
early morning hammering and maintenance continued this morning, with
every day this week being major fucking shit for me from the swing
bat. Fire alarms are running again recently after a small lull. Death
angels are very bad. Seeing Jane Whoreface is really off the scale
day and night with clocks and counters and all sorts of shit. On top
of that, I am quite sure that my blogs will be soon removed. It was
only a matter of time, and I knew that all along. Actually, they will
be set to privacy, if they don't pass me for whatever this new rules
shit is. Maybe if I did not curse a lot, I wouldn't worry. I do not
post nude photos or videos, but anything at all that I do, is and
will be used against me. When you have enemies of great power on a
cosmic scale, that follow rules and patterns for 40-60 years, a child
and a moron can see shit in front of them after a while.
Hey,
maybe I am wrong on many thing, but sheer mathematical odds make it
virtually not possible for me to be wrong on every mother fucking
thing I have discussed for over nine years of my blogs!
I
am not stupid, Ron Wirtz Senior, RETIRED ADA of Camden County, New
Jersey, Prosecutor's Office. Only the smiley face people are reading
it all anyway. No one else has a clue what's going on, and after one
read, they'd just be gone. Who's fuckiGN kidding who?
FEBRUARY
25, 2015,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 11:42,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-79/L-64)
HUMIDITY
IS 79%, FEELING LIKE 77 DEGREES.
WIND
IS SSW AT 11 WITH GUSTS TO 20.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO
DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA.
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When
I think of the great Paul Simon of the Beatles from some time ago,
I don't think of crap in high school or photos or chrome-whatever
as no matter how I spell it the great Microsucks Spell-Checker is
its usual worthless self. But I do think about some significant
pieces of advice and sound bites in general, from numerous folks
in my past, who by these very short concise sayings to me, not
only made a major impression on the rest of my life into
adulthood, as a lot of it was said in my boyhood; but on top of
all of that, I admit here and now openly, that I have taken the
accumulation of all of this fantastic wisdom, and created a
working model for making some small sense out of my chaotic fucked
up life, and by using this sum total of super fucking wisdom.
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There is no way
in hot fucking hell that people did all of the things that they did,
and said all of the things that they said, since the middle sixties,
right on up, unless most if not all the claims made in this nine plus
year blog, have major fucking validity to it. It may not be a perfect
reproduction of absolute truth to the laboratory standards, but I'll
bet fucking dollars to donuts with any one of you out her,e it is dam
fucking close!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cut me a fucking
break, people. Don't just pick one or two or three things at random,
but see the whole dam collage for crissake. I was told by those I
simply cannot name if I want to see tomorrow, all Annie's; that
several things are so much a part of this group that has totally made
a shambles out of my entire life; and one is jokes and puns. You
cannot watch one day or for that matter, an hour, of television; if
you know what you are looking for; and not see this truth. It began
in 1980, with my mom and I, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in
Voorhees, New Jersey; or actually it began with me, just listening to
a radio. But a year later, our great U.S. President, Ronald Reagan,
was giving one of his elegant ''great communicator'' speeches of his;
and something he said as he stared into the camera with a real cool
boyish smirk on his face that you could not miss in a trillion
fucking years, if you know what is going on; and then it came. He
said it. It doesn't matter what he said; not now, after three and a
half dam decades have passed. But I will not soon forget how BOTH my
mother and I, who were sitting on a couch in front of that TV set,
suddenly in shock; turned and stared at each other, without so much
as uttering a word! Sometimes, as the Christians and their
speaking-in-tongues stuff, know only too well about; no language and
no spoken words, can cut it. That is how wild and incredible it all
is, and of course, five years or so later, when Born-Again-Christian
Chuck Colson wrote to my mother in response to a letter that she'd
written to him regarding me and some major problems that I was
having; further proved that some things indeed, are above even this
born again Christianity stuff. Hey, I did not say this. I am just
telling you all what happened to me back in fucking time. I try
desperately hard not to make the news, I merely report it.
YOU
MISSED ME, ROTTEN JANE SLUTBUCKET
FONDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA.
© 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
AFTER
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Fort
Pierce, FL
- Fort Pierce, FL
JUNE
24, 2014,
TUESDAY
MORNING, AT 2:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
Things
are major fucked up, and getting worse all the time. When I do
experiments, the enemy does not like it, and they mother fucking
punish me in many covert ways that I and I alone totally know, are
them punishing me, no doubt about it one tiny bit, Lenny jerk-off
light-bulb Microsucks McKinnon, and Miss Chillie CB-601
Radio-Handle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will be calling my health insurance people to have them instruct me
on what I should do, if not satisfied I am getting the needed medical
attention. Something has been wrong for two years now, with my
primary health care doctor here in town. THAT IS MY PROBLEM, SHIRLEY
GRANT, in case the world needs me to break this all down for you!
Messing with the Almighty is about the most dangerous thing a citizen
of this multiverse can ever do, and I want the world to know this, so
that they can teach their children and they can teach theirs and they
can teach theirs.
Teach
without the last letter in the word is a quiet little ESS-hint, those
who broke away from the major society group and practice the 5-TYPE
of independent classes, discussed on previous blogs; you know; as in
the word of analogue recording, TEAC (H), but none of you have a clue
how magical and how powerful the great letter-8 really is, the
ALMIGHTY-H!
Haddon
Township High School buddy from the sixties; David Sleaze
Speas?????????????? The main thing that is wrong with me is the
chemtrailitus, and this being more than a personal issue and
effecting the entire planet, has caused serious disruptions in the
entire cosmos, fifth dimensionally, that I would not begin to address
on this blog of today, that won't be all that long and fucking cunt
boring.
Don't
even get me mother fucking started with those yesterday jerk offs
like Tracy Ullman and Chris 501 Blues Blum, great folks, and
whoever/whatever is really out here, right SSJKK-ISIS?
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I
was living at 506 Robin Hill, during the time of Ingrid, and many
other idiots; as well as the
poison fake cigarette trick
that my mom and I played on the Otammic forces against me; that are
now called by me, for the most part; the
MILITUFORCE.
Also, I lived one time before, as well as one time after this time,
at Robin Hill. My first stay was in unit 1802, and my final stay was
in unit 1102. Unit 506 was the middle time, Jan Brady, and yes lovely
girl; I have definitely picked a side. Say high to Lucy Wolf! I do
not know yet exactly how WPIX-TV-NYC fits into all of that, but I do
know that they do!!!!!!! OH
FUCKING
W--O--W.
OK
John King, should I avoid all water, use all hoses, or just learn to
obey your all mighty great daughter, Neptunejupiter Japtarama
Cavelantisocleevious Krassle of Krassleville Muncy,
Astral-Pennsylvania?
That's
not my problem, John King, Grace Mohr, and Shirley Grant. It never
was. My problem is how to get that cunt lapping light-switch to go
on. The sheer fucking terror of this eternal nightmare is like a
never ending push off of a skyscraper, or a skycar from Brigantine,
huh lovely fucking Mashell 1980 Daniels, of Camden. Move over Ron and
Don, fuck hanging ten, fuck wild drum beats, and fuck it all. This
tops any and all of it times infinity, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And all the while, if you don't have clue fucking point oh-one, you
can be hit with a mountain of this shit, and it will go right through
you and past you like it's not even there, and sir Lurch Rockdroid
Blucran Rottenberry Android non-telephone of the sixties; T—H--A--T
is the fuckiGN equation, mister Microsucks Light-bulb!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEE.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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