The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": CHAPTER 51, HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

CHAPTER 51

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

One of the reasons I cannot get this mother fuckiGN shit against me stopped legally, is that in order to bring the billionaire's doing this to me to justice and imprisoned, they first would need to be stripped from their power. This is the very same reason why the great forerunner says what he does, and he is telling it all totally straight up and true. He of all people knows, and should know, and even admits to knowing it and using it if you study this campaign with any real open mindedness and in light of my ten years of blogs and connecting it all together; that the reason he can be the greatest and make all these changes, just as he can ruin lives of those he wishes to, is sheer total unstoppable power! This man is as honest and as evil, as the world could possibly know. I have been on the wrong end of his gun for three decades now, and counting, good old (7+12) + (7x12), not a wonderful year for me when looking back at how the year before it as well as two years ahead of it, would all combine to play out a nightmare of totally fucking inconceivable bullshit. But another piece of equation comes into play, perhaps the most difficult of all, at least for me doing it and not paying mere fucking lip service to it. This is sort of like properly playing a parallel event method at the only way to truly defeat casino-roulette, and I never could maintain this proper play, and it is indeed extremely difficult to do, but not impossible. Nothing is impossible, merely some things begin to increase towards an infinite zero chance of possibility. Still, as with nuclear decaying half-life in the science of atomic elemental decay, after enough time goes by, the numbers grow infinitesimally small as opposed to just a quarter or a sixteenth, and so forth. This all fits into a statement made one day in early 1992 while I was living at Patricia Meeker's rental-home on Route #561, in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. I telephoned the ADA-Prosecutor Ron Wirtz Senior at his office one winter morning, and never forgot how he told me that I may need to help myself by not feeding th emonster, and trying instead to starve it, by not giving it th energy it needs and wants in order to rip my life apart. No one can of course ignore it if a person throws gasoline all over you and lights a flame thrower and shoots it at you. However, things as big as that are not happening, and again with that mathematical example given, and especially when looking back in hindsight after huge death sieges do indeed come on me; it is always less of a true hell than it appears to be while suffering through it,and also, the very worst the Mili-2-Force can throw at you is extreme property damage that is costly, or a very rare day such as August 2, 1996; the day that my mother and I were stalked and terrorized by some man of Indian descent, as in the nation India, not Native American folks. This as most of you know occurred while I was attempting to find a place to record my newly written song back on 12 May, called Sarah, in 1996, and escalated into proportions not fathomable by ordinary folks not experiencing a true nightmare at the hands of those powerful scum bag jerk off monsters as described by New Jersey licensed realtor of 1988, Mister Scott Ransom.

Let me try and tie this all together, now that I laid its foundation down for you all, YO! Why do my systems crash and burn, whether it would be real games at real gambling houses, or paper games played at home? First, they do, and for all paranoid less experienced gambler types out here, I assure you that in all my experiences, legitimate casinos may cheat with methods and tactics like getting players drunk and distracting them with gorgeous cocktail server ladies, and so forth, and a zillion other little 'tricks and ops', but they DON'T CHEAT, there are no hidden magnets, no mother-boards, nothing like that, and they do not need to do this an risk losing their license from the CCC. They depend on their VIG or the legal amount of fixed advantage built into every slot machine and every table game imaginable. The hackers by the way are not operating the SPACE-HACK, but instead they are using its inverted NO-SPACE hack, where words string together even though you know you are hitting the spacing bar correctly, as in, 'Iknow that I amhitting thespacing barcorrectly'; and you get the general fuckiGN idea here, hopefully, peeps, YO!!!!! But back on pernt now, Archie Queens; they have their legal advantage on any game or machine, called their VIG. They also have with many players that they get to know, and perhaps don't like, but they cannot really bar; as only counters of cards can be legally barred, or so I've been told, so this is hearsay information; but instead, they can use Parallel Event. First they get to know if there are any songs that you don't like or artists, and over their Public-Address systems, when you make a bet, they play these things or just turn up the volume, especially when a sizable bet is placed on a table, such as with me at a roulette table, between 1983 and 1986 when this was at its height. They would play Blue Eyed Frankie who I cannot stand and they know it. They did this at the Golden Nugget that once was in Atlantic City and now is only in Vegas, and made me lose on 50-50 chance bets not including their VIG of course, 32 straight bets in a row, back in 1983 on mother fuckiGN nightmare hellish HALLOWEEN-DAY, and I didn't feel too dam merry about that one, IPYT folks. This was the turning point with me that led to my first bankruptcy in the summer time in 1984. There are many other ways to make a player unhappy besides using music, and many people don't have songs or artists that they wish would go jump off a cliff so this would be a moot point anyway that is completely irrelevant. If they really want to and it is worth the trouble to these billionaire casino owners, they can cause roads to be closed, or the Chris Christie Bridge Syndrome, that I had to deal with continuously, when I was living up in Jersey, and they can use the road, and drivers, and even people if they know you frequent a store like a dam 7-11, to get a snack or a drink before you get to Atlantic City, and have someone waiting for you to mess with you, and anything that is done good or bad to a player, if you begin playing soon thereafter, will effect the interaction with cosmos to that particular player, some call that, their “LUCK”, and casino owners all know better; and this secret is kept so hush-hush, that if I ever had a real following, and people took me fucking seriously, we all would be literally in danger of our lives; oh great sir, President Bearhugs Pizzaman Obama, kind friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now here's my mother fuckiGN point, ladies and gentlemen. If I could not be as bothered by these harassment's, even the cable box being hit back on Wednesday, or this morning's nasty fucking outside car stereo assault at 7:17 this morning; then less energy that is needed by all humans to exist in a physical plane of reality from womb to tomb; would be sucked away from me. This is an energy that is part of one large total, given to us all when we begin our lives, and it slowly drains away until we have none at all, and that literally and nothing else, is the reason that we die, and no, there is no known way, not even in the future at the great mighty World Laboratory, of ever being able to replenish this energy to living humans. When it is gone, it is hone, just like mother fuckiGN tooth enamel, or so goes the TV-ad-spots, YO! Now when enemies hurt me with these sieges, this does not necessarily remove a large chunk of my energy for that day or time, or whatever, as you might expect, if things were ever 1-2-3 easy as pie, all great Target stores; then this would be quite easily explainable by me to you on this one little blog, and I would have attempted to do just this a long time ago, kind folks, BRAHHHH!!!!!

Not only is the attack that is perpetrated upon me, done to accomplish this precise stealthy covert invisible purpose, ''BUTTTTTTTTTTTT; BIG-ASS-BUTTTTTTTTTTTT'', as I said all the time, when my blogs were fucking brand new, in 2006-2008, and you can archive these older blogs at any time, with a simple click, on the pasted in page for doing just that; but yes, more is involved and this goes right to a fave topic on always-current social media, BULLYING, as basically, I am being bullied by these billionaire fucking bastards, so I ask all of you, just what is the difference except for my fucking shit being way harder to ever prove, and may claims of it just makes me appear to be an endless DOCTOR BRUCE GOLDBERG NUT, to quote this great man, and his great book, “Time Travelers From Our Future”, you should go up on Amazon or anywhere online, or the mall and the book store in the RW, and get this great book, and see the entire chapter that he devotes to this very exact item being talked about right now on this blog by the Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So moving this right along here, it is not just the assaults on me by this enemy MILI-2-Force (M2f) (Milituforce) (TAWF) (RAW-Robert Andrews Whatever), but rather, HOW I RESPOND TO THEM. If I allow this monster to be fed, according to Prosecutor Wirtz, back in 1991, then I will lose more energy as a net effect of the attack, or in other words, I may not be able to stop these attacks or even ever get them noticed so I can bring these evil rotten fuckiGN jerk offs to justice, BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT, BIG ASS BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, kind folks, I can indeed, HOPEFULLY; lessen the amount of my total energy lost as a result of going through them, BY MY REACTIONS TO THEM, IE, how I respond to them; and it ain't easy, so don't go fucking thinking for a dam New York Microsecond, that it is; kind people, YO!!!!!!!!

JANE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ROTTEN WHORE NOTFONDAU, JUST STRUCK ME, WHILE I WAS DOING THE PREVIOUS PARAGRAPH; WITH HER NASTY-ASS FUCKING 'PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN', MAKING ME SEE A FOUR UGLY ONE-STRING, A---G---A---I---N, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! Oh do I hate that mother fucking water witch bitch!!!

Here are my nice fives, as a compensation; YO YO YO YO YO YO MY BREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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AUGUST 28, 2015,

FRIDAY MORNING AT 8:52,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 96%, FEELING LIKE 77 DEGREES.

WIND IS PRACTICALLY NEGLIGIBLE.

Hopefully, not the calm before the storm, YO!

The Callio problem might have begun in early 1997, and the Sarah Krassle problem as I know it presently, back in 1995, after my hypnotherapy at Mark Wolf's Clinic, in Moorestown, that retrieved the beginning of memories long forgotten to me; but this is just the peach fuzz ice shavings off the berg that sunk the mother fucking Titanic,back 105 dam ass years ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, I will go on and on and on and you will probably say, fuck this shit, and leave to read the next blog.

A lot of people will read my words and refuse to ever take them seriously, but I know, as did Eddie Lynch back nearly a decade back now; that if just one or two peeps do indeed take my shit seriously, and have any clout at all; this will be the day the world moved in hyperspace, way bigger than any of the Blucran And Company Clan ever could!!!!!!!!!! Don't die on me Steve Neoho and Patty and Santa and Pointer Fairytale Tellers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The only thing I can say that may be believed by the majority of this viewership that I occasionally refer to as MY BLOGAUD; is that I appear to be going through something just about as unnatural and nuts as it gets. 99.99% will then go onto think, and so, I must be a total whack job. That is the way normal people connect the dots with stuff. That is a pitiful dam shame for me, Adam Schiff and Deedee Anderton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAHA-AHA.

The Weather Channel shows Fort Pierce at 73 degrees and so does The Weather Bug (TWB) SOOOOOOO, Mister Arthur Crane, I could just say, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!