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The
FEDERAL BUREAU of INVESTIGATION
is a really great part of the law enforcement system, and I always
respected the great Mister Hoover, who once over saw the ops, when it
was a relatively new organization. One day when I was a small child
of late single digit age if I am correctly remembering the story told
to me by my mother; this great outfit wanted her to come into their
Philadelphia office on her lunch hour from her job at the Lavino
Shipping Company, now the Inchcape Corporation after this British
firm bought them out. They showed her photos of my father, her
husband, in Florida in his diving suit, as back in those times, he
did a lot of work for two well known salvage companies here in this
state, the Real Eight, owned by Kip Wagner, and the more famous one,
Treasure Salvers INK, owned by Melvin Fisher! The FBI was very mean
to my mom, and did not believe her when she told them that they
weren't in contact with each other at the time. She was being
completely honest, but as well all know from watching any kind of
cops and robber shows or law shows, they cannot just believe stuff,
and have to give suspects a hard time, it is their job. I fully get
that, and hold no resentment at all. But one day after a few times of
this, my mom called her friend Helen Gregory. She was dating a top
general in the United States Army at the time, and were quite bosom
close, and planning a possible marriage, until Helen began getting
ill, from a fast moving cancer, that went onto take her not that far
later on in time. Having powerful friends is always great, and I grew
up with a lot of them, from family contact. I am not used to the new
life I live, IN HELL, without any of them. The entire mother fucking
world has abandoned me, and that is why I know that I have had to
have died and gone to hell. I know I died a whole bunch of times, and
have blogged the stories with very perfect accuracy, for anyone
interested at all, to read! Getting back to the FBI in the late
sixties somewhere, this is why a tap was on the phone all of my life,
and there is a lot to the story of my dad and his diving, and the
treasure charts that he left to me, that I have no one to pass onto.
Before I kill myself, I am just going to destroy them. Why should I
do otherwise, in all valid quests for truth?
Some
people talk about being eighty-sixed, others speak of being
pummeled and reamed. Many who believe their lives are the product
of a really rotten cosmic deal of a sort, say the decks of the
star clusters are stacked against them, or some such hocus
freaking pocus, and all great Frisbee throwers of the
Twilight-Zone. Others just got angry 35 years ago like Steve
McGinty did, with his subordinate, at the great Mars Graphics
Printing Shop; and told him he was a
turkey. I have heard yet still others tell me, and I
will quote them, “Mark, dam it, I've been submarined”.
The freaking garbage Spell-Checker on my Open Office program
doesn't even accept the word as valid, and makes me add it to
their dictionary. I did. Still, people have indeed told me this,
and I sure as Store High
In Transport
ain't a lyin' about it; kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah
I thought you were a hell of a nice guy once, Ryan, over at BJ's
Studio. Your boss Tony BonJovi
put a big ass knife in my back. Why am I not shocked and
surprised, at that turkey? Maybe because I'm getting used to
getting submarined a lot too, my friend!!! In any event, I think
this looks like an upside down boat, anyway. I guess that
eighty-sixes my whittle bwog and me trying to be cwever and cwoot,
huh Mister Fwudd, YO!!!!!!!!! Enough of this
stupid prishy garbage.
TO
QUOTE MY MOM, “BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY”.
Two
straight days of really nasty chemtrailing, just when my meds were
cut;
to
make me feel worse of course.
Once I commit fuckiGN suicide Sheriff; none
of you will ever be able to hurt
this poor old fuckiGN dumb ass bastard, ever
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever fucking cunt again, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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What
I have not told, ties a lot of things or recent events, of both
myself, and the interactive nightmare around me; up all neat and tidy
with a pretty bow on mother fucking top of it.
When
the two electrical outlets went off and back on three or four times;
I was on the phone with Mike Patterson, who called me out of the
blue, about the lottery that everyone is so buzzing about; and
all of this happened right after I blogged how I already knew the
number, which was one of my Morianity-Experiments,
where I admit to making up a tale to get a reaction from the
Milituforce enemies, and within a week or less, on an averaged out
time frame, I always come clean and tell how this was a lie, yes; but
it was just an experiment to get a Ron
Wirtz 1994 National Park, New Jersey reaction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since my dirt bag metaphysically created distant cousin, ran for
president; matching the time frame perfectly to that mother fuckiGN
day, that I went to my looney tunes fruit cake factory clinic, back
last June somewhere; and experienced that off
the dials death assault from the Milituforce Otammites, or the
(WOMO) for shortened abbreviation; this began. It had nothing to do
with my going out that day to the Oven-Beach, (VERO) Florida-USA,
Treasure Coast Community Health place. This was purely a real true
occasional ''coincidence'', and what really is happening is my cousin
is using his famous between us and only us, covert invisible stealthy
tactics of APPLIED INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT. Every time
he or his pals inflict misery and attack and pain on me in some way,
his wealthies benefit, or he does, either or. This
has been going on since the middle mother fuckiGN eighties with us,
and one of these days, I will reverse engineer a recording, and he
will vanish. Oh he will be
here, physically, just no longer this dirt bag magical man of
mystery, that HIM will be gone forever, back to where it came from,
the land of my open reel recorder an dits great magic. I have carried
this Huntington mother fucking curse on my back like a heavy clawing
monkey, for a very long pussy huffing time, folks, and I am very cunt
chewing sick and tired of this god dam mother fuckign bull shit; so
let me tell you all right here and now, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
wish to the mother fuckiGN gods that my only enemy was my
metaphysical cousin. Exploratron
Patty-Paula has also caused me lots of trouble. But only with
a bunch of powerful people beyond what any of you could even reason
or conceive of, can this entire conspiracy against me be carried off
in such incredible mother fucking detail and precision. If there was
no Trump, I would be able to have AT&T go into court with me, and
verify dozens of telephone records from my past, conversations such
as when my number was (609) 783-4020 in 1975, as well as late 20th
and early fucking 21st century telephone conversations and
hang up calls. You know the mother fuckiGN funniest part of all was
how I almost cried as a little scum bag toddler in my grand parents
Philly home at 440 South 50th Street, when I learned of
the telephone, and was told it would not reach where my grandfather
was, in ''heaven'', you know, the story we all get told whether we
believe in religion and that sort of shit or not, when someone dies
and we are just little mother fuckign children. Real funny, you
Astral mother fuckign gods, real real mother fuckiGN funny,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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all sorts of cool freaking horse crap!!!!!!!!!
I
don't expect people to understand how I can believe that fictional
television shows, such as Star Trek's great episode about the great
PINK GODDESS OF GARY MITCHELL, can be taken literally, and I
am not angry at anyone for not understanding. The blind are leading
the blind, just as Herby Letts and the great Jesus before him, so
stated. Way too many coincidences are all rapped up in this, such as
the love sonnet from the Canopious Planet in the year 1996, when I
wrote my love song for the great PINK GODDESS, as shown below. Look,
in all honesty, great folks, whoever the shit you are and wherever
you're 'really' from, I would think you are all a bunch of morons and
turkey's to take any of this at face value. But on the same dam
token, people; I think of this of people who wont even try to make
the leaps after I painstakingly go to the trouble of a ten year
lengthy explanation, as to just why I TOTALLY KNOW THIS IS ALL TRUE
AND REAL!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM BEING ALERTED AT 3:09 A.M. BY MY
'TWB-APP'.
Alerts for Saint Lucie County
There is
1
active alert issued for Saint Lucie County
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HIGH RIP
CURRENT RISK IN EFFECT FROM 7 AM EST THIS MORNING
THROUGH THIS AFTERNOON
Coastal Hazard Message
National Weather Service Melbourne FL
307 AM EST Sat Jan 9 2016
Southern Brevard County-Indian River-St. Lucie-Martin-
Coastal Volusia County-Northern Brevard County-
307 AM EST Sat Jan 9 2016
, High Rip Current Risk In Effect From 7 AM EST This Morning
Through This Afternoon,
The National Weather Service In Melbourne Has Issued A High Rip
Current Risk, Which Is In Effect From 7 AM EST This Morning
Through This Afternoon.
* Timing, From 7 AM To 6 PM Today
* Impacts, The Rip Current Threat Will Be More Prevalent Around
The Time Of Low Tide, Between 11 AM And 4 PM.
Precautionary/Preparedness Actions,
There Is A High Risk Of Rip Currents.
Rip Currents Are Powerful Channels Of Water Flowing Quickly Away
From Shore, Which Occur Most Often At Low Spots Or Breaks In The
Sandbar And In The Vicinity Of Structures Such As Jetties And
Piers. Heed The Advice Of Lifeguards, Beach Patrol Flags And
Signs.
If You Become Caught In A Rip Current, Yell For Help. Remain
Calm, Do Not Exhaust Yourself And Stay Afloat While Waiting For
Help. If You Have To Swim Out Of A Rip Current, Swim Parallel To
Shore And Back Toward The Beach When Possible. Do Not Attempt To
Swim Directly Against A Rip Current As You Will Tire Quickly.
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I
am glad to be made aware of weather conditions, even though most are
about the water, and I am too old and too sick to be at beaches and
lakes. Hey, I ain't cryin' over that, spilled milk, or being screwed
by the Huntington Curse. It's just what it is, and how it goes, huh
Dawn and Ziggy?
“THE
END”, ALL CUTE LITTLE SAVANTS!
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CHEMTRAILS
TODAY WERE VERY BAD, and they have made an old sick frail
man even sicker. They take away my medicine, the AMA that is, through
black operations wet-work covert stealth, and then they make me
sicker since last night. I began feeling fucking really bad last
night in the final hours of the calendar-day, and all day today, and
YYYYYYYYYY????????
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ANYONE
WHO LIKES TO POST THESE THINGS UP ON THE YOUTUBE, NEEDS TO GET OVER
TO MY BUILDING RIGHT NOW, AT AVENUE B, AND SEVENTH STREET, HERE IN
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA.
This
is how our military is trained to fight. Dirty, cheat-style tactics,
knock a person down, kick him or her, and then go right on kicking
and kicking, like the scum that they all are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
all savants know this fucking shit; THE END!
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AND WOW-THAT AND WOW-THAT!!!!!
THE
MINUTE I TALK ABOUT IMPROVING; 'KAPUT',
RIGHT
MISTER HISTORY TEACHER QUAY FROM 1968
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Now
as to this information I wish to impart to my blog-viewers:
We
live in a global economy.
Most of us know that, as they also are aware that in the continents
to our east; Asia,
and Europe, and Africa, and so forth;
they are already into the following day and date, when it is night
time, or early in the morning here on the east coast of the United
States of America. Now, when the Wall Street New York people, are
anticipating major woes and troubles, on the following day, as a
result of the Asian and European markets acting extremely negatively;
even though it may be only 10 at night, or 2 in the morning here; it
is much later there, even at 10, it is already about 12 hours later,
or 10 AM the following trading day in Tokyo; and then by 3 and 4 and
5, New York City time, the dam European markets open, and begin also
reacting negatively to the Asian markets, and again, because we have
become a major mother fucking GLOBAL
ECONOMY
over the past 10-40 years, more and more and more. As you also know,
these Wall Street nightmare monster fucking scum, use a covert
stealthy tool that my Morianity has named and labeled, APPLIED
PARALLEL EVENT and INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, or
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is what happened both last night as well as today, and is QUITE
OBVIOUSLY WHY I WAS ASSAULTED WITH THAT ATTACK ON MY UTILITY SYSTEM,
with the blown transformer across the street, and my one outlet
receptacle effected, through their wild ESS technology somehow. I
fully intend to have the Fort Pierce Utility Authority look into
this. If you use the word 'FIRE',
people tend to get nervous and jumpy. GOOD!!!! I intend to go into
the place this week and tell them of my situation, and remind
them that this wild shit MUST BE SOME KIND OF A FIRE HAZARD,
reminding them of the already near-fire in this apartment, caused by
weird electrical bullshit.
As you may or may not remember folks, somewhere around two years ago,
or between one and two years, I suddenly had my heater-cooler system
shut down, and things smelled all smoky inside this apartment. I did
not need a new heater-cooler, but I did need a new 220 volt
electrical receptacle. I am going to leave you with something else,
that one out of 1000 TOPS, ministers and pastors and church leaders
know and believe in faith, and that is known to me without faith, as
my entire life is inside this living nightmare truth; and that is
that nothing just happens, and that all things are caused by
influences of either good or evil, from the biggest to the smallest.
So all house fires, all plane crashes, and all of the everything's
everywhere, DO
NOT JUST HAPPEN BY RANDOM;
and I totally know this. I also know that we all are under this same
shit that I am, but my shit is much huger and stronger for reasons
that have to do with being part of a very mysterious family, as well
as part of a cosmic plan that spans human understanding, and
awareness, at its total maximum, in present times in this present
dimensional 4-D universe system. Good and evil, without carbon based
life, that runs a consciousness brain-speed of approximately 400
instants
per
minute;
is just that, a positive or a negative force of electromagnetic
polarity in cosmos, and no more. But add Adam's life, his tree and
fruit eating habits, his original sin, and our god SSJKK into the
mix; and the human equation or carbon based 400
IPM
consciousness waking life, transfers these otherwise dormant pluses
and minuses into righteousness and evil. And so now, everything
inside of this simulationogram ever since this all happened, is now a
part of this wild GUESS
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game!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why these mother fuckers
go on hammering and annoying me, every time I type a new paragraph
and say forbidden things onto this machine. To
quote Engineer Scottie on Star Trek's great Starship Enterprise;
“There's
no knowing, and no stopping it either”!!!!!! I
thought last night, that this shit with the fucking lottery was what
was behind my assault, but I was mistaken. It is, as always, NOTHING
OTHER THAN FUCKING JERK OFF MONSTER WALL STREET,
and this nightmare monster has eaten my entire life up, and literally
burned the flesh off of my pathetic bones; ruining my entire adult
life, for
thirty years,
come the 15th
of this cunt chewing fucking August!!!!!!!!!!
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It
is eleven shy of six on Saturday evening, January 9, 2016, and boy
these turd chewing doors are fucking going again, since the dam
mother fucking fire alarm went off, SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE TWINBAY UPBEATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
Mister Alan Wolf from 1966; you, Wilson Jessup, and I; had some
strange soul traveling experiences, regarding Tennessee Avenue, and
the great Trinity-Trinidad Hotel, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA.
And yes, right at that same spot, in July of 1997; I spoke words of
great truth but did not yet understand why I had spoken them; to John
the Greek, at his parking lot, right there at the Endicott-Tag Pink
Goddess Games Hotel. I said and I quote, “My life ended in the year
1970”. Yes, Mister Wolf, it did, and you are 100% correct my
friend. But I am not speaking to Allan, am I dear agents, and family,
and 'whoever/whatever'----Congressman Oakangel Andrews??????????
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