CHAPTER
095, AMP,
HELL
IS FIXED
IN STONE
AND FIRE
Good
afternoon; kind Sheriff K.J.
Mascara, sir. I forgot to change the previous blog to afternoon. Now
I need to say, Good morning;
kind Sheriff K.J. Mascara, sir. Sahweebout that, kind sir.
The
things I could say; kind Sheriff sir. Excuse please, the times that
this comes out Sheriff sit. This is some kind of a hack, just as are
these other cute little things, like making my text read Jehovah HOG,
kind Sheriff. What kind of a person would do something like that,
makes you wonder sir, huh?
I
don't do a lot of post quarterbacking, great folks, and no one but me
ever does Wednesday morning QB, but
that is why I enjoy being different,
from here to my grand dad's summer camp up in Long Beach Island, huh
dream hole driller Detective L&O Stabler?
So
for a little bit of it, despite my powerful desire to keep these
blogs away from current events. Sometimes as with most things, I fail
at what I wish to do or not to do, quite pitifully, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Most
of you figure I am going to weigh in on the big Republican Debate
televised on the Cable Network News back on Wednesday evening, after
making that statement above. Well, if so, then you would be totally
correct, but only to make the point of just how our world has changed
in forty years, and in ways that can only be considered by those from
the past such as myself, as totally beyond absurd and nuts, and then
I am called the nut and the crackpot, the ultimate McNulty laugh if
ever such a thing could be attained by anyone beneath the status of a
god. First off, things that happened big time, either went totally
over the heads of the media or else they for their own reasons and
agendas did not pounce on them. I will first say before even getting
into a few simple points that will all lead up to the world being so
ridiculous anymore; that Mister DJT impressed me in several areas,
big time. One was negatively, and the other half dozen were very very
very very positive, and I'll give them that one on a silver plate,
although platinum would most likely be substituted instead as soon as
I turn my back. I am not touching that because, again, it is not a
part of the point that this blog is going to attempt to make.
I
also am not going to comment on several things that had nothing to do
with the Marvelous-1. But I assure you that none of it went over my
head, as it appeared to go over the media's, if it really did, of
course. I only want to get to two issues. Believe me , I could really
go to town on ten or more, but two will suffice for right now. Let me
first post up the info-page, please, kind folks, tanks! Yes folks,
the great free press is a powerful and interesting entity all its
own, the entire operation, from mind control and behavior shaping, t
literally secretly ruling the world, without needing to be elected to
any political positions of power. It has been observing me personally
ever since I was a boy,yet I am clueless to why. Maybe Poolroy-95 and
I are destined to be the endless biggest fools of all of Haddonwood's
pools!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since I had that powerful EXPERIENCE in December of 1969 with IMHO,
the ALMIGHTY GODD-ESS OF THIS ENTIRE MULTIVERSE; I was being observed
by HALL'S FAWCES, and stopped from sharing my story with anyone, by
HALL'S WALLS!!!! As soon as I left the Cooley-Hall, the great news
teams literally seemed to invade the place. All my classmates were on
the news, talking about the place. It was wild, and I'll never forget
it, it obviously stayed with me an entire lifetime, or maybe 200 of
them.
SEPTEMBER
18, 2015,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 9:27,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 76 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-76/L-73).
HUMIDITY
IS 100%. IT FEELS LIKE 81 DEGREES.
WIND
IS CALM AND QUIET.
Now
for the two topics of my Wednesday morning political quarterbacking,
folks. I was just wondering if th e good doctor was part of the Paula
King Exploratronic ESS Club. Is it just me? Hey he is great, and I
really like the dude; but YO. When I was on 28 Mg of Ativan weekly
for 31 years, I was not like that, to me, it is almost trance-like.
Hey, maybe we need a guy in there who is one of them. After-all, look
at what Paula and THAT-FAMILY of great TAWF-Bloody Washcloths, has
been able to accomplish, and I don't just mean screwing my dam
pathetic life all to hell for 50
years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then there is another item I
wish to mention, and again, there are really a dozen, but I am just
going with these two on this blog for right now, YO BRAH! Life in
this new age of social media and this new garbage is more like a
dream than it is real, because it is beyond stupid and absurd times a
million. WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
Let
me tell you then; my wonderful great people.
During
the Watergate days, I enjoyed the televised trial or really it was an
official hearing conducted by special committees in the Legislative
Branches of our government. We had a lot of wild characters on this,
and it was all right there in our living rooms. I told on some older
blogs some of the wild things said by some of those that were there
to testify, such as Mister Erlichman if I am spelling his name at all
correctly, and his speech before he actually began to be questioned,
regarding the scowl on his fave observed by his wife, and he told how
those bright lights directly above him were and I quote him from
1973, “Two of the brightest lights that I ever encountered”.
After he made his little short opening with that information, the
senator who was questioning him just went right into his question,
and if I had been Erlichman, I would have been incredibly
embarrassed. Things like this happened all through this Watergate
ordeal, and it was funny as shit at times. But the press never would
have thought any of the stupid things that went on, were part of any
reportable subject matter. They were there to cover a very important
part of the history of this country, and they knew it. This all
involved the only president to step down out of office during a term,
to avoid criminal prosecution, other than for Andy Jackson, and that
too is a complicated issue, or was. During these times, many folks
were shown in the audience, and one young lady in particular, whether
she was the wife or just a girlfriend of one of the witnesses, I did
not know then and so I don't know that now either, but she was beyond
red hot. But no one in the press would have thought for a
microsecond, to make any kind of mention to such a thing. They were
covering the most powerful hot-dropped political issue of their time,
and it would not have entered the heads of any of them to do so. But
not so up here in these enlightened and intelligent times. Now, the
entire social media was buzzing about the hunk-dude in the audience
in the front row. I think for once Mister Trump was out-shined by
true media attention, because it would be normal to cover his part in
the great debate, and that is all he got, for a change. But here is a
guy in the front row just watching the debate for crissake, and wow,
this is totally unbelievable. Hey, the first thing I couldn't help
observe myself, at the very start, was that row of people, and some
further back, and 'WO' Mister B.H., there were some beyond red hot
girls in that audience. But my attention was fixed on the dam debate,
and they could have all gang raped me for all I care, I was only
interested in the dam crap that those political aspiring people had
to say. They had to endure standing for three hours under more hot
Erlichman lights, and did quite some heavy duty sweating as a result.
I would have needed to be transported to the hospital long before
that event was over, if I had been up there, and you can count on it.
So hunks and lovelies, and all of that, can wait for more appropriate
times, but then, that is just my little dam opinion that means
nothing at all in this wonderful great world!!!!!!!!!! Still, this
point is being made to show how silly and nonsensical this planet has
become, with all of its better Star Trek technology, digital A/V
recording, 3-D printer lasers, and planned missions to Mars soon.
None of this impresses old fart me, in the smallest bit. Am I still
permitted my opinion, Mizz Mashell RPL-1908 Daniels, ma'am??????????
END
TRANSMISSION.
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