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I JUST LOVE ALL THE NON BELIEVERS OUT HERE, WHILE I SUFFER THROUGH THIS FUCKING PUMMELING AND DEATH-SIEGE, AND YOU DARE TO FUCKING LAUGH AND IGNORE AND DISBELIEVE EVERYTHING I SAY, WHAT TOTAL FUCKING JERK OFFS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First without even getting into why this blog is being done, THE MOTHER FUCKING EVIL SATANIC MILITUFORCE just crashed my system again. I am under a major fucking death-siege, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, ATTORNEY GENERAL BAM BONDI, FBI AGENT STEVE CARUSA OF AUSTIN, TEXAS, LOCAL FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, PEE-DEE. It began with a major illegal outside loud car stereo attack at ten minutes shy of seven this Sunday morning, in violation of law, noise ordinances, and other laws. Then a few minutes later, power went out for three seconds, and when it came back on, the same loud squeal again went through something that I have here. As soon as I tried to do this blog, hacking is major, and then I went to save, and the fucking program crashed for no reason, and I had to manually shut off the PC and go through systems recovery and document recovery, A-G-A-I-N.

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HEAR MY VOICE PRINT, MAGNESONIC. I AM UNDER another RDEATH-ATTACK FROM THE MILITUFORCE AND NEED A MAJOR COUNTERSTRIKE IMMEDIATELY.

ALL GENERAL ORDERS. ALL SPECIAL ORDERS. ALL TECHNOLOGIES. CONTROLS ARE ALL MAXED OUT NOW. DESIRE KEY AT NORMAL-NEUTRAL POSITION-J, BEING RESET NOW BY ME, TO THE 'I' POSITION. ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, WHOEVER IS DOING THIS TO ME IS SCANNED AND WHATEVER HAPPENS TO THE IO ON YOUR TB WHEN EMPOWERED, HAPPENS TO THE ACTUAL ENEMY TRASHY DEMONIC SCUM BAGS. THE EMPOWERMENT A-B TONES THAT USED TO BE TWO AT&T PHONE TONES IN 1983, ARE NOW REPLACED WITH THE 'EEEEEEE' LONG VOWEL SOUND, AND THE TONE IN RED IS HIGH AND THE TONE IN BLUE IS LOW.

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GO TO G-189, G-1133, G-901, G-13, G-14, UNDER CG-18, AND STOP!

Don't mother fucking blame fucking cunt me, world, when huge fucking earth surface disturbances fuck shit up all over the place, and horrible storms and natural disasters. You've asked for this fucking shit, and so, I AM GOING TO GIVE IT TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!

This death-siege fucking cunt began last night as merely a health-attack. I am already vulnerable to way more fucking shit without my normal 28 milligram dosage of ativan weekly. Being on about 5 now barely allows me to operate. So then the Milituforce stresses me out major with these fucking death assaults on top of this, and they know precisely what they are mother fuckiGN doing, it is called attempted degree premeditate murder, and torture, a totally illegal thing, but when did that ever stop this evil fuckiGN empire and their sick twisted fuckiGN agencies, since this all began happening to me on 15 August, in 1986, BRAH????????????????

I am not feeling merry at all; so screw fucking Christmas, trees, singing angels, all October 31 days, the past; and people from Gloucester-HELL!

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But, without Patty Hollister, I would never have known about the Fascitar, and never would have had explanations for my entire messed up twisted fucking life. The Atlantic city nightmare mess would have driven me totally insane long ago. I am already insane you say? Well, yes, by your fucking standards, but I am still able to function and live in a rational society around me, faking a lot of shit when I walk out my door into the world.

Well, I am going back to 1995 and take a dip in a nice swimming pool, over at the Haddonwood Club of West Deptford, New Jersey, USA, and maybe say hi there to my pool-pal.

Once upon a time, this fucking shit was caused by the parallel event problem, but I know the Flyers are long gone for the season, and there are no Eagles games either, so this leaves baseball. I will have to check the Philadelphia Phillies web-site later and see what's going mother fucking on. It does not matter how many years or miles, I may be away, this is a timeless fucking nightmare, and is WHY I APPEAR TO BE STUCK IN SOME ENDLESS FUCKING TIME LOOP, as the media suggested about 7-9 years ago somewhere. I am not the one doing this, it is being done to mother fucking me, MEDIA!!! And by not believing or helping me and playing head doctor instead of ever giving me the smallest benefit of doubt, you have merely fuckiGN served to exacerbate my problems, amplifying my hell into the mountain of already existing nightmare mole hills!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EVER SINCE 1980 THIS STARTED, AND TO QUOTE MISTER NON-DEEDEE ANDERTON OF THE SOON TO FOLLOW 'L&O' TV-SHOW; WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!

THE GREAT AWESOME B, YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!

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THESE FUCKING JERK OFF DEMONIC BASTARDS, ARE CONTINUALLY TRYING TO CRASH MY PROGRAM; BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, SIR AND OLD BUDDY, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

Tell me Agent Caruso sir, between the FAWCES of WFMU and WAYV, FM-RADIO of NEW JERSEY-USAESMWG; what fucking chance do I stand; since you refuse to help me against this powerful ESS? They won't even allow me a G.O.D. Not a dam ass GOD, but a G.O.D., a (Game Over Demand)!!!!

I think you and I are two totally clueless dead people; old swimming pool chum of 1995. WEEEEEEEEEEE; not TV!!!!!

And that IS my problem, Doctor 1984. Leave it to an electrical fucking number of the month for PAULA to put me under some real big fucking cunt guns, kind folks!!!!!!!!!

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LONG AGO AND FAR AWAY

THE WATERS BLUE, THE SKIES NOT GRAY

THE SUN WAS BRIGHT, HER HAIR WAS LIGHT

BUT THAT WAS LONG AGO.

WELL I WENT WALKING BY THE SEA

WHEN SARAH'S BROOM CAME UP TO ME.

SHE DIDN'T WANNA' SWEEP THE SAND

INSTEAD SHE WANTS TO OWN THE LAND.

WELL I TRIED TO DROWN HER IN THE SEA

AND BURN THE WATER TOPS WITH GLEE

BUT BACK SHE CAME AGAINST THE FLAME

TO CARRY OUT HER THREATS ON ME.

SHE CAN DO SOME CRAZY THINGS

IMPERSONATING QUEENS AND KINGS

BUT NOW SHE LIES FOREVER STRAPPED

INSIDE A FIELD THAT KEEPS HER TRAPPED.

RALPH AND SANDY CRY THE BLUES

BECAUSE THEIR QUEEN OF HELL MUST LOSE

THE VALVE OF SPACE AND TIME IS GONNA'

BLOW HER FUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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A stones throw away from the Atlantic City boardwalk radio station, owned by the mighty and dangerous Paula King, is the South side of the Schiff Central Pier Beach. This is what peeps who mess with GODDESS PAULA KING run into, namely, the end of life as they know it. Her powers stretch far beyond human imagination. A double of her in hyperspace, very advanced, and in the Exploratronic Supermind Society (ESS), jumps into her as well as others whenever it so desires, such as Patty Hollister, and I am a cooked fuckiGN goose since she raped me in the sixties. I hate her guts beyond any possible way of ever telling anyone, oh mighty Federal Bureau of Investigation, and my ex-landlord, Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin, TXUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Folks I have said this before and I will be saying it lots more, so believe that;

Strange shit is going on, as always, and (behind the OZ CURTAIN)!!! “Oh well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEIT!!!! And in addition to this, As always, lovely Diana, your moon was gorgeous when I left the Publix Store; you awesome goddess. ''IWALU so, and precious I need your codes to show'', MY WONDERFUL RED HOT LIGHTNING! WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, your lovely big full moon is even bigger, brighter, and more lovely than a few days back over at the Publix, YO!!!!

Folks I have said this before and I will be saying it lots more, so believe that;

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LOTS OF DOORS ARE SLAMMING THIS MORNING AND IT IS NOT EVEN A FUCKING QUARTER TO NINE YET. JESUS MOTHER FUCKING CHRIST ALMIGHTY, THEY ARE OUT TO FUCKING KILL ME TODAY, AND WHEN THEY WIPOE OUT A SUNDAY, THE NEXT WEEK'S DOW JONES FLYS UP AND UP AND UP, AND YOU ALL JUST WATCH AND CUNT SUCKING FUCKIGN SEE IF I AM NOT TOTALLY ON THE PUSSY HUGGING MONEY, BRA!!!!!!!

Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty.

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GODDESS PAULA WILL GET ME FOR THIS, and for what Dave and I did in 1986, at New Jersey's famous L.B.I., on one late summer night. This is right out of NICKS DEAD MIDNIGHT POETS SOCIETY OF!!!! hay all grown up 'Teen bitch', leave my property alone, you sludge brain fiend!!!! I will hear that Mountain Dew bottle crashing into frikkin' pieces in Richard Karpf's basement at 1931 Route 70, in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, for all frikkin' butt wiping eternity, ladies and gentlemen.

Even Dennis Snyder couldn't tell reality from illusion, if he had gone through anywhere near the total hell that I have. IPYT, lads and lassies. Oh boy, great people; I honestly do not mean to be such a prick!!! Try to understand, Dreamboat Annie and others, that I have been seriously injured, hurt, and damaged; by many many many powerful people all over this world, for about six solid decades now!!!!!!!!!

Good old K-Mart and Walmart. Other than for phone voicemail messages that blew AT&T's mind in 2009, Count Russell VonMarcucci, and Paula Cars Rundown King nnealy leaving poor little Art Crane and me dead in their parking lot in 1994, they seem to copy the mighty fabulous JC-PENNEY, in so much as doing it RRRRRRRRRR-IGHT, or DO-DO-DOING it that way, on or off of 1970' famous Cornwall Avenue, of Ventnor, New Jersey. I would make fun of Tom Reale over my bugged up telephone, Mister Munch, back in 1993 and 1994 while speaking to Mister Roth numerous times, and then, kapong-kabing, and a ring ring kaching Paula King, oh travelers of the mighty and GAP-ESS; there was the television commercial, you know, another anti-pollution deal from the late nineteen-sixties, BRO!When you step back to examine life's bigger picture, anyone of you out there, I do not care if the most powerful ten people on this planet read this, you too; do it, I challenge you. You will always get the moving averaged story in a hindsight reflected truth. But you need to have the courage to see that even with all of your power, folks; you are not the ones in control of this gamogram-simulation. Don't believe my blog, talk to the wonderful Professor M.K. At the NYU. Just remember that I was speaking these things back when I was being beaten up my Atlantic City Beach Patrol Mascots in 1975, while good old mom and good old Cousin Ruth Huntington Gozzwald Gottwald, were up at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York. There is not a single little cosmic dam dot, that's out of place. But a million Mister Einstein's cannot see the large maze in real time, and I can tell you why but it won't make sense to just about all people out here who don't have a giant background in applied astrophysics and quantum-dynamics. This planet we evolved in and on matches in size, a perfect light speed and brain consciousness ratio, in that anything over the circumference of this world, in distance; can never ever be perceived by humans in totally real time. Everything after that is enough of a fractional light second in distance, to prevent that. Things like this do not just coincidentally happen and I don't care who says otherwise. So WEEEEEEEE! That's just reality son. No, we need not post another weird-face Dennis Snyder photo. I love people that are clueless and cannot put any kind of a 2+2 together, without arriving at 9.031574!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Holy moley mother of goddess, Mariloo. If I was not dead and in hell, none of this fucking shit for thirty years or more could be real all around me 24-7-365.2422. I am not stupid enough to believe that no matter who may try to tell me I am fucking full of pig shit!

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NOW THE MILITUFORCE BROKE MY SPELL CHECK PROGRAM!!!

If I was not dead and in mother fucking hell, all these people would try to help me and not want to hate and hurt me only. Any sane mind can see these truths, but they are controlled totally by the ESs, just as all of those stories in the middle nineities in th epress made clever claim to. Most have forgotten what I make mention to, but a few smarty Jones types are out here keeping their mouth shut, as we now enter the second half of great tribulation. Oh Israel, oh Israel, 42 months and bye- bye to this horrible demonic world! Rivers will run red with fuckign blood, and I do not say or phrohesy these things. This is not the Prophet of 1988 nothing speaking here. I merely echo great words from scripture, such as a 70 year generation cannot pass away until the end times come after great ISRAEL is reestablished, and then the great battle, and then SATAN, you are cooked you mother fucking jerk off piece of sub scum, for all you have done to me since Stacey and I had our two talks at two fences, one with a tape recorder, huh © Office? Lovely Melanie Safka would say the next luine perfectly or maybe sing it back in '71, “Oh yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeay, oh yeah”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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