Well
howdy partners. Golly Sergeant Carter, don't listen to anything I
ever say or tell on this blog, I'm only accurate about 80-90% of the
time. Guess you all can do so much better, I just reckon. I told you
that when the Milituforce makes a weekend super hell for me, that the
following week;s DOW JONES flies up to the unholy stars of the unholy
heavens, but don't believe in me, people. SHEEEEEEEEEIT! Speak of
shit, the MILITUFORCE just struck me with a major attack, back in a
seck. Well I am back, nice quick seck, for my viewers anyway, and a
nasty thirty minutes on the crapper for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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 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!!!!
At
twenty minutes or so into the trading session, I was hit by a loud
crash level aerial assault, and it was down hill from there. At the
last quarter hour of trading, my weird sicko nabes from hell screamed
and shouted and slammed like there was no tomorrow. This entire thing
was totally predictable. Ain't no doubt about any of it, Miss Chillie
and Mister Lenny McKinnon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
won't even start to bore anybody with mundane all-heard-before stuff,
even though if it were first time posts, I'd knock all of your dam
socks right off, and I know it as sure as I know piss stinks in a
public men's room. What I will do however, is get a little bit into
other stuff.
I
can prove that a lot of things are being done to me, but am too old
to even think about going to court and trying to get any mother
fucking justice. But my justice is in the fact that after I am gone
soon, others will be tested as was I, by this Milituforce army of
scum-dirt, and they too will have their lives destroyed, and because
no one stopped them when it all was test-case-started with me. I'll
be in my dam grave laughing at all those suffering while I just rot
away, as King of the Not-Hot Maggots Club. Tee-Hee-Hee, L.M.
Give
a few proof-clues you may be scoffing to me, that I really know and
that I could really go in and file lots of charges with dozens of
mother loving worthless rats ass bastards, is that what you want, YO?
Fine, YO! Well, to list only the very LEKREM top of the hive fastest
tortoises and highest flying birds, let me walk you through some
clever double talking that you, if you are one of these, will get,
and I won't be able to be legally effected by anything these words
say. Before I do this, tomorrow is inspection at my Public Housing. I
have the place as clean and nice as can be, and refuse to ever let
anyone into my place again, after that horrible lady stole so much of
my shit, a copyright form, numerous cans of various foods, my
information pertaining to my county medicaid and EBT, and my
medications. If I am notified that I did not pass the inspection, the
medicaid office will begin a process where a helper-nurse will come
once or twice a week to assist me with things such as basic
housekeeping, since my health is failing. I will be dead and gone
this year, thank the gods, and rid of all of you mother fuckers! I
have that over all of you. By making me this miserable for 40+ years,
no one will be happier to die and have it over, than pathetic pitiful
fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before I go and
progress to my point, I will say just this tid bit morsel. Some
things are indeed too sick and twisted and screwy for the general
humanity to properly handle. That was no accident with the War of the
Worlds story and that early-radio-days broadcast of the fake Martian
invasion. It was a test experiment to see what would happen, and
things happened. Why? Because NBC who ran this experiment, and all
their pals back then, the parents and families of the present owners
as sell as close in-peeps of them; all began to become just a bit
too familiar with the ESS, or the group that Mark Wayne Mohr labels
them as; you know, Rose Shakespeare, and what's in a name? Call a
rose shit and vice versa and the same one will stink both ways. When
I started my blogs nine years and a bit ago, my main objective was to
tell about this ESS, but I had, and I won't even attempt to lie to
any of you; NO CLUE, to all the ramifications, of what this deadly
dangerous society was doing. Some who are big into conspiracy theory
stuff, use the term 'shadow' as in shadow government or shadow
society, but have no idea that they need to progress one small
footstep ahead in their thinking of the overall cosmos and their
connections within it, in order to complete things in their minds and
see this process for just exactly what it truly is. I am going to
tell you another big truth. Late in 2005, Chris Bennett said to me,
''BLOG, tell your story'', and then
later on, Ed Lynch said to me, ''IF ONE PERSON
HELPS AS A RESULT, then it is well worth the effort and time I will
expend on the project''. Well, it's 2015 and no one has lifted
up a measley finger to help, and I have had the blog hit on a total
of close to 77.1 thousand times. I told the story, and it has been
viewed in various pieces, more than one thirteenth of a million
times; and all three of us were wrong. But all three of us were pure
at heart, as neither Mark Mohr, Chris Bennett, or Ed Lynch, knew any
major significant details about just what the ESS truly is able to
do, and will do, to keep those who are not invited inside, OUT! Now
don't go reading more into this than there is. I
am not saying that the broadcasting or the music or the film
industries, or for that matter, you can include within this listing,
numerous other professions inside of our modern new age culture of
present times, such as politics, sports, and other creators,
inventors, and artists, and internet celebrities or
anything that creates fame; is the ESS. Banish the thought, as
I promise you that 90 percent of this group are NOT IN THE ESS! But I
promise you this folks. About one in ten famous folks, ARE IN
IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now THIS, if you were to
believe me, and I had the net-cred of many bloggers who get
thousands of hits daily; would be REALLY DANGEROUS INFORMATION FOR ME
TO BE PUBLICLY POSTING UP. But as long as crackpot Mark Wayne Mohr
the nut case little nobody says all of this, well; like who fucking
cunt gives a shit, huh CUZZ?????????????????????
You see folks,
if this blog was real and being read by real people who had a genuine
interest in the truth; the proof that my story is true can be found
in extremely simple logic and comes in th every next sentence. Just
in how I know about the ICPE-APE and the stock market, give me a
break. If this was real and not a phony deal; there would be at least
5,000 hits a day with people who would say, shit man, follow this
dude and you can make at least a few hundred grand sitting at home
day trading the market year after year. Want still more proof? How
about the great WFMU RADIO? He left a message for someone, and by
some divine providence it got put on my blog as a comment, and he his
name is Jason, and he said, ''This is the blog I made a lot of money
with out in Cali''. Shortly after this occurred, the KING FAMILY
struck, and it was all down hill from there. My life was forever
destroyed, and now I will die alone and miserable and worse than a
fucking dog. I know fuckiGN dogs who live ten times better than I
have to, since this family came into my cunt chewing life, Mizz
Bondi. Do you care? And then they have the brazen fuckiGN balls,
ma'am to write that shit on the wall at the save A Lot, like fucking
WOW, ma'am!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like fuckiGN WOW, Sheriff Mascara,
sir!!!!!!!!
HOLY
MOTHER FUCKING ESS-CALLIO, ATT-YO
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Even
though my screen was blocked, I moved the mouse over the right side
of the document, and it made the fuckiGN cunt program pop up the
document name and that I was on page cunt lapping eleven of eleven. I
CANNOT BEAT THAT ROTTEN 'FUCKIGN' WHORE JANE FONDA, TO SAVE MY
MISERABLE MILF HUFFING LIFE, AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED, CUBAN, AND CHINA
EARTH QUAKE CHAINED; FROM HERE TO RUSSELL 1969 THAXTON'S BURNED BEACH
BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FEBRUARY
3, 2015,
TUESDAY
NIGHT AT 9:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 56 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 90%, WIND CHILL IS 55.
WINDS
ARE NORTH AT 3, GUSTING TO 20.
JUST
TELLING IT, G-A-P----T-W-C
Yeah,
Diana watches you Mister Cantore, probably because you love little
animals as she does. Me, I hate that roadkill, and have many times
gone out of my way to feed my hawks and ravens the next morning on my
way to job sites, WEEEEEEEEEEE. Don;t you dare tell my lightning
goddess on me, JIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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EXPLORATRONICS*****
WHAT
FUCKING CUNT ELSE???
COURTESY
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My
blogs, please archive them.
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
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AS
LONG AS THESE MONSTER MOTHER FUCKERS HAVE PITIFUL ME TO PICK ON, AND
RELENTLESSLY FUCKING PERSECUTE; THESE MARKETS WILL MOVE ONE WAY AND
ONLY ONE WAY, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP FOREVER
AND EVER AND EVER, SEE HOW FUCKING CORRECT I AM, YO?????????
But
in all the time you have read these words, did I ever get specific
other than for a made up example done fictionally, about how the ESS
can indeed operate? Nope. I did the fictional story because I
thought most of you would figure out a lot and want to learn more. I
was wrong, and overestimated my viewers, or underestimated them. If
THEY ARE ALL ESS, then they are doing exactly what they should be
doing, and nothing other. Once in a while, they do mail counts and
for reasons that elude me I'll most assuredly admit, act as though
they need to prod and poke and pump, just to get some dam info. The
only BEST GUESS that I have, Doctor Star Trek Bones McCoy, in or not
in PTL-1986; is that from time to time, one of them goes A-WALL.
When a turn coat strikes and I seem to get a small quick break in my
endless fight for peace and serenity; kaployee, they need to do a
Hammonton, New Jersey mail count. You get it; or else you're faking
and playing stupid-ass.
When
I do shit like fucking this, people;
Oh
boy, life stinks!
Oh
boy, life
stinks!
Oh
boy, life
stinks!
Oh
boy, life
stinks!
Oh
boy, life
stinks!
Oh
boy, life
stinks!
Oh
boy, life
stinks!
Oh
boy, life
stinks!
Oh
boy, life
stinks!
I
am merely getting anger and frustration issues eased. That's my way
of dealing with it and dialing fucking shit down. It beats the
fuckiGN shit out of going out and getting a gun and shooting up a
Mickey-D. The only memories I want from them are back in 1988, with
the dancers who seemed to enjoy my Prophet Of Nothing
song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was on the project called,
and misspelled, yes; in 1988, The Epitome Of Harassment, Part 2.
This is why there is an “Internet-Version” Epitome of
Harassment, but then the very heading on the blogs show you that.
Mail counts. Give me a break. The math proves parallel worlds, and
sleep and dreams proves both female domination as well as the ESS as
in the absolute and ultimate GODD-ESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
whole thing is straight out of combination of THE TWILIGHT ZONE, and
ANN KING'S PRIVATE TELEPHONE BOOK. Should I say SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT,
or W-----O-----W???????????????????
SO
HOW DID ALL OF THIS HAPPEN TO ME ALL
THESE YEARS, WITH ALL OF THIS, OTHER THAN FOR THE GODDESS DAM
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY???????
All
Babylonian Pharaoh's behold, YO. As it is written, so it shall be
fucking done!
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