HIFISAF---CHAPTER
067
Good
morning Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara. I have a few powerful
things to share with my law enforcement friend, great kind sir.
I
am going to tell you how I am not allowed to breathe without being
persecuted in very stealthy and covert ways that you and your men may
not see, but it is very real and horrible for me just the same. One
example is to never tell how my daughter left me a message in the
autumn of 2009 when I came back from the Hammonton, New Jersey
Walmart Store, when I was there with the mighty family, you
know, Almighty Dawn-Marie King, and her Almighty mother, Goddess Ann
King. Another thing I cannot do is be groomed, as the Milituforce
wants me to appear un-groomed and homeless looking, so I'll be
treated like a rotten bum, and why not, if I look the part. So if I
get spruced up at all, or clean my teeth and shave on the same day,
as I did yesterday after the fire alarm went off in the morning,
kaboom, I got hammered. Then sir, there are other things. If I say
things they don't like on a blog, such as what I said several hours
earlier before the early morning fire alarm went off; they get
extremely vulgar and nasty with me, and decide to cut my utilities
off, be it electricity, cable television, or what have you. Let me
refresh your memory on what I told about my
mom, and how a teacher told her and her class at her Hughie School in
Philadelphia, back in the thirties, as if alive, my mom would
turn 96 years old today, 3 September, Sheriff sir.
My
mother, when she was young; was taught some interesting things back
at her school, in Philadelphia. This was during
the days of the communist scare,
and actually before it got so prevalent and major. She had one
teacher in particular who had a real thing about the party taking us
from within, and even being able to magically make people get ill
through what in modern times is called openly, germ or biological
warfare. The communists were never behind any of this of course, and
they were just the great closest people to accuse and pin the tail on
the Bogey ma donkey, so to speak. The fall guys, those who were to be
wrongfully accused, set up, hated without a cause, and on and on, you
know, the innocent who get successfully framed and punished, while
the real guilty fuckiGN bastards all go free, with their billions of
dollars and unlimited fucking power, that supposedly absolutely
corrupts, only I see little to no evidence any more of what comes
around going around, and the guilty being punished, and all of that
so-called moral-majority good stuff. All this being said, I totally
know that a powerful invisible covert force that is totally real, is
and does make people sick. Some kind of weird infection is put inside
the body of their enemies, and it is airborne and it is microbial and
virus in nature, and is no way the sicko delusions of
conspiracy-buffs and nut job whackadoodles alike, such as what I am
supposed to be a dual member in these clubs. I saw this go down on
many occasions, and Atco on June 4, 1983 was just one particular
time. Another was at Guthrie Short's Blue Anchor, New Jersey mansion,
on Route 231 in 1999 sometime if my memory is accurately serving me,
and once when watching a TV movie at 1102 Robin Hill Apartments in
1990 I was given instantaneous pneumonia, and this happened in the
early winter time at the tail end of December in 2000 or maybe it was
shortly into 2001, after I had been at Jenny Plageman's trailer park
only a couple months, and this list can go on and on, but skipping
around a bit, it happened last night again, while sleeping and
nightmaring, to coin another word in the Poor
Richards Reincarnated Almanac, if Gottwald permitted of
course, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all have heard me say that the force and
power doing this to me, and many others as well, who they are against
also, and have been; and many have long been covertly and quite
stealthfully killed and murdered, Sheriff KJK kind sir; is called by
me, after other previous names since my nightmare with them all began
getting real extra fucking major and horrific, the MILITUFORCE! But
what gets me more than anything, is how the wonderful and awesome
marvelous mind blowing lab-technician seemed to know all along, even
early in 1984 somewhere, that this was an ''infection''. Her exact
words to me over the phone were, “Your body is fighting an
infection”, if my memory is at all serving me here, kind peeps! She
seemed to know ten times more than anyone I have ever spoken to about
my condition that was only months old when we had spoken, than
anyone else, before or since, even to this very day three plus
decades now in the future. Also, I knew in 1983 when this all began
in Atco, that this voice over the telephone was one same voice, all
along, and at different ages and times. But there is a ton of shit
more to discuss, and I simply don't have the time to even begin to
try tackling it all, kind folks. Still, I know what I know, and to
quote the mighty King family, and especially Dawn-Marie, “It is
what it is”. Like mother fucking super WOW, Mister Macy!!!!!!!!!!!
Lads
and lassies, I don't have the answers, and if I did, would I be on
the fuckiGN shitty end of such a horrendous and monstrous shitty
stick? Think about it seriously. My ten year blog project or near ten
year now, has indeed discussed many things, from miracles, to
secrets, to incredible powerful name recognized people, to
mathematical percentages for possibilities for all this to be 'not
some wild connected thing', and on and on and on and on, and not
fuckiGN DON, CUZZ!
It
was a very hot blistery humid day with the feel-like temps today
around 105 here in town. And the calendar is saying September. Well,
at least many other areas of the nation are also in an oven blast,
like up in New York, and Jersey, and all the old 'haunts' of mine;
huh Sarah-Party-5?
I
have, and still could produce, under a court order, if I was dumb
enough to ever try and really dare do this; several
persons who would have to under oath, unless they chose to
commit legal perjury; one being Lenny McKinnon, if he isn't holding
up the Dice and Dice 7-11 Store somewhere, and I don't mean robbing
it, if you get my dam drift here my peeps; but he would tell you that
Mister R. Marcucci and all his pals from England with long hair who
got quite famous in music circles after Mister 'No-neck' discovered
them on his TV-show; Mister Exploratronic Supermind, or his initials
match; but anyway, symbolic infestations all over cosmos
notwithstanding here folks; he would tell how RM and the creeping
crawling musicians of the past; all knew I was more than just old
enough ''chronologically'' to be a father, in October of 1969.
Still, what parent who is reading these words right now, would not be
extremely pissed off if their fourteen and three quarter year old son
was taken out into a hallway at school for no real reason whatsoever,
and told that exact quote in red font above? But if I ever say the
wrong thing on a census form, or even open up my mouth in ways that
is bearish for the economy; watch out Mark Wayne Fucking Pitiful
Mountainpen Mohr!!!! Only a dam fool can see that I did not
accurately tell you all about 2015, the new age crime wave, and the
out of control new American society, at least as best as possible
without looking like some fuckiGN total time traveler!!!!!!!!!!!
Still and all things considered, just what parallel universe was I
truly in when Donna and I were fucking with that machine for decades,
that is now in my daughter's possession? Am I ever going to tell this
blog just what I remember in full, about that house on the highway,
on the way back from my great lab technician and throat specialist's
place that day in '84, all great lumber yards? I can only go so far,
because after a certain point, it is considered crossing the line. I
cannot tell you details to the kids that I ran into there, and it is
blurry in my mind quite naturally, but I do remember enough. Even
beyond all of this, I do believe what was told to me, that I indeed
do what I was told I did. Whether it was some other part of me in 4-5
dimensional space, or me that is alive right here and now, I won't
even venture or hazard a dam guess. One thing I do know, and can
safely say, and that is that there is a force as well as a field, and
there is a triangulation between three points, Atlantic City,
Haddonfield, and Camden, in New Jersey. I know that if I was allowed
to, I could find the gizmo that operates it, also. The enemies are
forced to leave me clues, as this is built into something called the
Lawtronics of the system, and no one can defeat this. They have to
leave breadcrumbs for any legitimate sleuth who is actively looking
and searching for these things, and the great BIBLE even backs me up
with those three short sentences in the New Testament spoken by the
master, Jesus Christ about knocking and seeking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also, that radio station in Atlantic City is keeping a lot more
secrets than just the few that I have mentioned, and for that matter,
so is the mighty McGettigan Waterworks of 401 Virginia Avenue. The
last TRUMP, the MARK of the beast, the WHITE HORSE Pike, the BLACK
HORSE Pike; shit man, a moron child can see the entire picture, but
most refuse to so much as even want to do so.
Can
I prove some huge thing that went down with Rob Andrews after he sang
four of my songs, two of which are publicly copyrighted, back before
he became the great Congressman of Jersey? Not only can I, but so can
his pals Albert P. and Angel. And the person who knows the most I
didn't meet until 1997, good old wonderful 1997. don't mother fuckiGN
even think about getting me started, let alone pulling on any real or
fake hair, for that matter, kind world. Just fuckiGN don't, please! I
am speaking of Sally Starr's friend's neighbor up in Sicklerville,
New jersey, huh Mizz Camel Diners of CHERRY HILL! You know what
mother fuckiGN ercs the living fucking turd chewing shit out of me,
more than anything mother fucking else, even including all of this
three decade death persecution; kind lads and lassies out
here???????????????? I'll be more than happy to tell you. I am
sitting on a lot more than just more juicy information that would
keep the tabloids and the papa-rots busy for decades, BUTTTTTTTTT, I
totally am 80-90% of the reason that it is all there and real and
true. This to put it as condensed and simplified as humanly possible,
is that there is a teenaged girl from a much higher reality than a
trillion Einstein's and a trillion NSA's and NASA's, and all of it,
who just loves to play this endless fucking cunt game with me, AND ON
TOP OF THAT, top corporations and all of Mister D. Trump's great
pals, all know this is totally true and they know that the
Mountainpen is not one bit crazy. But if you're waiting for any of
them to ever come out and say BOO, let along Hotel Mascara 2010 or
anything else, well then folks, you're way more deluded than you can
ever hope to believe that I am YO!!!! Probably the two people on
Planet Earth, as this once was three until Mister Steve kicked the
dam bucket, Ethel Madworld; but now, Mister Harris and Mister
McKinnon are the only ones left who could come forward, and maybe
they are both gone and have bitten the Queen's dust by now, or they
might be off repairing a television set or two just north of Central
Philly. And then came all great lab technicians. WOW Mister Macy, can
it be true, whether it be sung by Mister fucking Pavarotti or by my
late Aunt Barbara??????????????
SEPTEMBER
1, 2015,
LATE
TUESDAY NIGHT AT 11:51,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 82 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 77%, FEELING 93.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY-------(H-90/L-72).
AVALON
BEACH CLUB, FORT PIERCE, FL-USA.
Ain't
this pretty as all get out, lads & lassies?
Popular from all blogs, and why not?
You
see, Sheriff sir; I am not allowed the so-called freedom to do
anything, not after this all began on the fifteenth of August, back
in 1986, kind sir. This is the exact date that this major
unfathomable dam nightmare began for me, and sir, it has not stopped
or looked back for so much as an echo, ever since. Is this Commander
Jordy-Trek's idea of some kind of a Time-Squared looped warped
HELL????????
Anyone
who is under my particular problem is also heavily discouraged from
keeping records and journals, as this way, shit they do with perfect
patterns over decades of time, cannot be chalked off as coincidences.
It's not mathematically possible, and if I could get into a court of
law, and be allowed to present expert witness testimony from
statistical mathematicians, I would win my case, but doing this sir,
I know you know, is no easy task for someone like me, who
is being TOTALLY STOPPED, by these ''big-business'' bastards;
a quote from your coworker in law-enforcement, Mister Ron Wirtz
Senior, ADA in Camden county, who I met the day following my 35th
birthday, on 5 December, in 1989.
FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION;
THE MILITUFORCE
JUST FROZE UP MY COMPUTER, AND MY OPEN-OFFICE PROGRAM, AGAIN;
IN TOTAL VIOLATION OF MY HUMAN, CIVIL, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS,
PROVIDED ME UNDER THE LAW; AS
I AM A FULL 100% LEGALLY BORN
CITIZEN
OF THIS EVIL ROTTEN UNITED STATES!!!!!!!!
THIS
CONCLUDES CHAPTER 66, OF
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
Nothing
ever changes for me, so stop wondering why I appear to be stuck in
some time warp; MEDIA. If this was happening to you for 29 straight
years, you would be either looney-tunes, dead, in prison, or stuck in
your own mother fucking time warps, IPYT!!!!!!!!!! I could paste in a
zillion mother fucking examples on to any current blog, but here is
just one, kind folks, YO.
My
mother fucking computer was frozen and would not unfreeze. This
Milituforce illegal hacking activity struck me at the dot of ten on
this mother fucking turd chewing Friday night, and this day was about
the worst death fucking siege on me in years with non stop shit from
more video and cable TV hacking, to computer hacking to dozens of
fucking attacks all day fucking cunt lapping long, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These
mother fuckers with the doors are not slamming, but it never ever
fucking stops; Jesus Christ Almighty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is a major mother fucking violation of my human and civil rights,
ACLU, Pam Bondi AG of Florida, and Sheriff K.J. Mascara, of Saint
Lucie County, FL-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lighthouse
Queen Callio, is behind this; along with her
miserable rotten family;
McGuire,
King,
and all of the MACY-BUNCH.
W---O---W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
YOU'RE
DEAD CALLIO!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU'RE
DEAD 12 TIMES FUCKING OVER; YOU BITCH!!!!
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When
I take my life shortly, I will never leave Purgatory again, and the
entire world of Astral-Dreamers here on this illusion world planet,
will vanish like a fucking early morning mist.
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE WELL; THE END!
CHAPTER
65
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
This
has been one of the worst mother fucking summers for me in three
fifths of a century now, kind folks. IPYT at the speed of fucking
light squared, ladies and gentlemen. Doors this week have not been
real super slammy but constant and fucking annoying. Persecution has
been off the scale for three weeks, and it began on the way over to
the psych place on that Wednesday, if memory serves me at all, two
weeks ago today, but it could be off a week either way, as my short
term memory of 30 days or so sucks, despite my long term memory being
fantastic. There will be some real sorry fucking turd chewers for all
of this, and that is a Boxer-Foreman Tahren-tee!
Telephone
harassment and debt collection shit has picked up along with all
things, such as health assaults on me physically, utility
persecution, nabe noise, aerial shit, and the whole fucking 27 feet.
As I said, this all began as a chemtrail attack over the Indian River
on the way to my nut-job place a couple of weeks back, and it hasn't
really looked back ever mother fuckiGN dick licking since, great
folks!!!!
Why?????
Well, this is when the stock market which was sitting close to all
time record high territory, began to do what market fucking analysts
call, a technical price correction!!!! Every dam fucking time this
happens, to mitigate this amount of price reversal, they use the one
thing that works, that they know works, and that they just won't ever
fuckiGN quit doing, and that is PERSECUTE MARK
PATHETIC WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN PITIFUL MOHR TO HIS DAM ASS
GRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is called by me, ICE-APE TECH,
or intentionally created/applied
Parallel-Event!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This all began exactly
29 years and half of a fucking month back into time, in the summer of
1986, as most if not all of you out there, KNOW TOTALLY BY NOW, AND
BY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
While
I was doing my previous blog chapter, the cable was restored. Still,
I called to lodge another complaint, and told the agent how it is
always happening without fail now, on either Wednesday or Friday, and
I am getting tired of paying for their service, and being messed
with. She even agreed that this is a bit too coincidental not to be
something, of course she nor I can specify just exactly what, or
someone would be in jail for the crime of harassing me, as this is
illegal, for those out here who may be unaware of that!
It
is another hot 'sweltery' day, with high
Florida humidity, 92 and feeling 101. It seems that swelter is a
word, but adding either the 'Y' or an 'ING' to it, is unaccepted
English. How else are you supposed to fuckiGN say what you need to
say, is my question then, to all the fucking Knowitall English Profs
out there; YO BRO????????????????
My
entire life has been destroyed by this thing that I have called since
early this millennium, the Mili-2-Force,
and in the nineteen eighties, the 'JAVA-JAVAS' or 'OTAMM', and the
nineties too I suppose.
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All
voicemail messages and errand slaves notwithstanding, oh great AT&T,
I am now GOING
TO
LET
MY
COLORS
SHINE!!!!!!!!
839,220
Filed to: Lifehacker
Top 10 9/08/12
10:00am
Any
real world I used to live in;
I died out of,
a very very long time ago; Mizz Attorney General of Florida, Pam
Bondi,
MA'AM!
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PERSECUTE
ME;
AND THE DOW WILL ALWAYS RACE UP. I SHOULD KNOW, AS I AM ITS FUCKING
VICTIM, AN DHAVE BEEN FOR THREE SOLID MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' DECADES
NOW!!!!! As you can see, it began just past 11.
MY
DAY IS ALWAYS MADE SUPER BOTBAR; GREAT SHERIFF,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW FAIR IS THIS FOR THIRTY
YEARS; KIND SIR???????????????????????? I NEED NOT TELL YOU THAT I
DID THIS NO-NO THING EARLY THIS MORNING, AND LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO
ME;
A—G—A—I—N!!!!
A—G—A—I—N!!!!
A—G—A—I—N!!!!
A—G—A—I—N!!!!
A—G—A—I—N!!!!
A—G—A—I—N!!!!
A—G—A—I—N!!!!
A—G—A—I—N!!!!
A—G—A—I—N!!!!
A—G—A—I—N!!!!
A—G—A—I—N!!!!
A—G—A—I—N!!!!
MATRIX
& TRINITY;
“PERRR-FECT TOGETHER”; huh my old pal, and ex-boss of the great
Homeland Security? And just who really was that Roadway Trucking
driver, back in twenty-oh-two; Misses Marola?
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
I
don't need the great folks of Sesame Street to tell you all how much
I love that great number five. God Almighty's two faves are (7) and
(12). She rested on the seventh day after six days of programming
this wild gamogram-simulation, and went to HER upline world
equivalent of our downline Atlantic City, New Jersey, where she met
HER upline equivalent me, at her shop on the equivalent of our
downline Tennessee Avenue where both HER shop, HER lighter friends,
and the great TRINITY HOTEL is located. We say Trinidad, but if you
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Ever
since the eighties I have been tortured and tormented by this evil
empire, oh great POPE, and World Court Tribunal at the Hague. If this
was not true, would anyone alive go to the trouble to insist this is
all real and happening right down to writing music and sending it for
copyright registration, decade after decade??? Gimme' a fuckiGN
break, your EM!
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