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THIS
IS THE WORST MOTHER FUCKING SUPER DEATH BOTBAR, AND NIGHTMARE
SIEGE, AND HELLISH ASSAULT ON ME, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, IN MANY MANY
MOTHER FUCKING YEARS; KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!
BOY
OH BOY DO I WISH I WAS LIVING IN RUSSIA. ANY
PLACE ON THIS FUCKED UP GLOBE WOULD BE BETTER THAN THIS
NIGHTMARE
NON-FEE-FREE-MACY-EVIL-EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
OPEN COMMAND, G-7.
WHOEVER
ASSAULTED ME TO DEATH ON THIS HORRENDOUS DATE OF NOVEMBER 28TH, 2018,
AND IS PERSECUTING ME TO MY GRAVE, WITH MAJOR HEALTH
ASSAULTS, NEIGHBOR ASSAULTS, AND
ANY AND ALL OTHER DEATH HARASSMENTS ON ME,
IS TO BE SCANNED FOR TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT,
SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT, DESTRUCT; ON ALL
GENERAL AND ALL CODED GENERAL ORDERS. USE BOTH 'AD' AND 'ZD'
TECHNOLOGIES. MAGNESONIC, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, YOU WILL NOW HAVE YOUR 1983 AT&T
OLD STYLE PHONE-TONES DATA TRANSFERRED, INTO LONG-EEEEE
VOWEL-SOUND PRINT, WITH THE RED PRINT
FOR THE 'A' TONE, AND THE BLUE
PRINT FOR THE 'B' TONE.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, UNDER SPECIAL ORDER 18, AND
STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
anyone is able to scan my building area, you will mother fucking see
MAJOR GIGANTIC CHEMTRAILS SURROUNDING MY
BUILDING AT AROUND FIVE THIS CUNT EATING EVENING, AS IF TO LET
ME KNOW THAT THESE DISEASED MOTHER FUCKING SLEAZEBALL SHIT EATERS,
HAVE ME RIGHT BY MY COCK SUCKING SACK OF THRILL ROCKS AT THE SPEED OF
MOTHER FUCKING LIGHT SQUARED, kind Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is a dying mans utterance and legal declaration, and thus this blog
is a legal and binding document under the law. If I am found dead in
this rotten apartment, I WAS FUCKING
MURDERED, AND MY BLOGS TELL ABOUT ALL OF THOSE PERSONS,
WHO HAVE GREAT MOTIVES TO COMMIT THIS
MURDER! They have tried to end my life stealthfully and
covertly, for thirty two and a half years or so now, Sheriff sir; and
Mister former retired ADA of Camden County, NJUSA Prosecutor, Ron
Wirtz Senior; knows fully and totally well about this problem. He
told me numerous times that my problem is very
real, and that is being done by “big-business”, and that
without me somehow getting him proof, he simply cannot help me. He
definitely wanted to help, and I had many conversations with him, as
did my mother. His exact words to me once were that, “If
I could get Donald Trump to confess his crimes against me for years,
he would contact him, and say to him, Mister Trump, come down to the
office here, and I wish to speak to you”. Naturally, Mister
future President#45, is not stupid enough to ever be caught, and most
assuredly is not about to ever confess, any more than he will release
his slime ball taxes to the public; breaking
the presidential tradition of many many mother fucking decades!
Naturally the cold hard reality is just exactly what Dawn-Marie King
said it was, and quite often she repeated those Marcucci words of
wisdom to me, “Mark, it is what it is”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
yes, do we really need a king who doesn't 'think' but 'KNOWS' that he
is simply better than all the rest of us? Well, this is what we will
have in six more years when Teddy Coolie and his ops go into full
green ops!
Yes
people, this is the worst day now in about a decade, or definitely on
the top five list, and THAT, IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been
given horrible cramps and major fucking diareah, major chemtrailing
attacks, and major neighbor assaults!!!!!!!!! For those that do not
believe, like Williamstown Giant Comey and many others, that “his
country does in fact do things like this”, I politely wish to
remind all of the skeptics about Mister David Waco Koresh, and the
super loudspeaker government assault that was used. They use NOISE
PERSECUTION for one great powerful non-oz reason folks, BECAUSE IT
MOTHER FUCKING WORKS, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, this is not the big secret that I will
now tell you all on this blog for a retaliatory strike. If you want
lots of hearsay, I could tell you a hundred stories shared between
ADA Ron Wirtz Senior and myself. But hearsay is not a powerful
argument. Anyone can blog and claim that anyone said anything to
them. The media asshole that said that Tallahassee Mayor Gillum was
married to T.E. Ross is one fantastic example of how much weight
should indeed be given, and in fact is given, legally; to hearsay! I
would much rather tell you something and then say hey YO, think about
the facts now and then do your own research. Better still, if I can
just present a powerful bunch of information that simply cannot be
disputed by any intelligent rationale, that is more wonderful. When I
blogged that little tiny bit of shit about a casino system a couple
of weeks back, POW, I was hit hard and fast. This is the shit that
the HALLS-FAWCES seem to really fucking cunt hate with a cock sucking
passion. So that is what I will do, and yes, I fucked up and said
five times, then two times, then five times, and I meant five times,
then two times, then two and a half times. As Bruce Pennock said so
often back in the goddamn seventies, “I'm human YO, not perfect”.
That's a small paraphrase. WEEEEEEEEE, so sue me, but don't hacking
USE ME, or you might just end up breaking TWO TOES with your
TOWTRUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As some may well remember, even
back on those 2006 and 2007 blogs, I
also discussed MIND-HACKS. The
Tellosians are amongst us, and I know that Mister late Gene
Roddenberry and his crew know that, so I won't even dream of
insulting their mother fucking intelligence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just who is living inside of the great Paula King? The King and the
Callio families have been a major fucking thorn in my side for many
decades, and I have only been aware of that reality for half of the
full time involved, my BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will
however bet big fucking mob-borrowed-bucks, that Mister Regis Philbin
knows a whole fucking lot more than he is willing to say. I know this
for several reasons. The connection with the bank, the radio shit
with Paula on her station, and the powerful non-URI GELLER parlor
trick pulled on me that night at Cifaloglio, at my guard job, where I
was “TOLD” on a powerful frequency, to tune my radio dial until I
hear my kid singing that song about getting along without! Let me say
something here, Paula and Mariah. You are totally clueless times a
zillion, how much I could do without all of this horrendous fucking
bullshit all of this time. Take that to
the first National Investment Houses of Carlisle,
PA-USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!! When you were not allowed out on that Halloween
night in 1974, did you know that there were things besides being what
Donna Summer would call, 'a bad girl',
involved in the mix; lovely Merry? Well,
there were! If Steve or Santa are still in the picture, believe me
when I say to you, THEY KNOW!
This is why I was beating around the bush for so long about that time
when those horrible nabes at Linden hill had their Halloween party,
and Jim Burr helped me temporarily escape their Wiccan party. But the
real powerhouse story goes beyond what anyone is guessing, as it
involves my weird non-phony-Geller abilities, as well as maintenance
men, and weird moonlit strobe toys that you got into a world of
troubles with step-dad over, and the one time was witnessed by me,
while I was on that road-trip with my aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald,
right there on your block. That thing must still be in your
possession. I know that we had a very interesting time in 13-600 with
it. Well, enough talk about that, and little hints to my daughter!
W-O-W! I'll close this off with a final footnote, speaking of 13-600
and musical projects from her high school days, mine, not hers. Yes
indeed, Donna's wiped out white boy is taking quite a beating,and at
least one or more Copyright Examiners know all about that. But it
wasn't the end of him, and I still am here and I am still surviving,
so all of the dirt bags on the planet can go jump in a lake of
fucking fire. Still, did Precious Priscilla Presley of the NON-CCC,
Mister Simons sir, and hubby of my great friend, and realtor, Karen;
tell HER HUBBY to read my blog about the great Atlantic
City Harrah's Marina Casino Dispatcher, and his ultimate
fantastic Houdini escape? I mean, to quote the great Clarence Harris,
the 1998 Assistant to my other bud and vocalist of my two country
demo tunes, the future Congressman Robert Andrews, “Mark,
I really wish that I knew of some way to fake your death, and then
secretly come around to see who is picking at your bones”.
This was a statement that I know will live in my mind, right there
along with friends in shops, and lighter and darker human beings,
based entirely of course on levels of
suntan, and no family secrets or
Merchant Marines on my wonderful and marvelous father's side of this
mystery and quite inconceivable family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey at least
I don't know if mister Marcucci had any incest in his family, nor do
I want to know; my lovely
daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At
least the great Paula has not asked me recently in hellish
nightmares, to either build that radio for her, or
to get the one from that wild house
of nakedness and horrors, just off Interstate
95 somewhere, in northeast
Philadelphia, off of Grant
Avenue and Hockeyvoices
Boulevard. Does anyone out here see just
how far I can go with any and all of this, should you want
to go the mother fuckign total distance with me? I hope you are
intelligent enough to see the power behind all of this mind bending
pig shit, my pal, Sheriff KJM, sir!
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE, THREE DAYS STRAIGHT NOW,
KIND SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, YO!!!! MY CUNT CHEWING BASTARD TRIADS AND
THEIR ILLEGAL MOTHER FUCKING GUESTS ARE EXTREMELY LOUD AND ANNOYING,
AND THE COMPUTER IS BEING MAJOR ASS FUCKING HACKED TOO, KIND SIR,
YO!!!! BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-
BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-
BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-
BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-
BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-
BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-
BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-
This is totally cock sucking ridiculous, kind Sheriff
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These mother fuckers and
their ILLEGAL DRUG-THUG GUESTS, should be all thrown into mother
fucking JAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM GOING TO BE CALLING FUCKING 911.
There
is always a reason for my DEATH SIEGES,
and I know this; since this mother fucking cunt eating shit around me
has been going on for the most part,
EVER SINCE I LEFT HIGH SCHOOL AT THE COOLEY
HALL ON KINGS HIGHWAY IN HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, IN
JANUARY OF 1973!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO BE CALLING 911,
AGAIN. I HJAVE HAD TO CALL THEM QUITE A FEW MOTHER FUCKING TIMES THIS
YEAR, KIND SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Obviously,
there is something going on, and one of these things, as they always
do, pertains to this parallel fucking
cunt event nightmare, with me and dirt
bag TRUMP. I cannot keep up with all of this political
fucking dog shit, but recently, another senate seat was lost to the
mother fucking democratic side of the aisle, and some nasty bitch who
should have lost her seat for saying some horrible fucking racist
comment was able, through the persecution of me, to retain it; giving
the cunt chewing monster evil republicans a
major senate advantage now of 53-47 if what I heard was
accurate. After the Tracy Ross deal, I really do not fucking cunt
trust the media and their reporting accuracy, any longer. This direct
persecution of me, so as to endlessly get their mother fucking
monstrous way, via ILLEGALLY APPLIED PARALLEL
EVENT TECHNOLOGY; is unconscionable and unfathomable. It only
could be real and happening to a person WHO HAS DIED AND GONE TO
HELL, as there is simply no other way something this totally fucking
cunt inconceivable could be real and occurring!!!!
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And
the goddamn RUSSIAN FOLKS know this to be 100% the truth.
THAT,
SIR ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, is why
they have been reading these blogs!!!!!!
WHY
WOULD I MAKE UP THIS WILD INCREDIBLE STORY; MISTER ROBERT MUELLER?
If
I was not the CHOSEN
HUNTINGTON,
none
of this would be happening, right down to my dying and going to
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
it is indeed an age old question and query for MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR,
and it goes like this:
“Is
any of this mother fucking shit real, and not a Millie
Vinnilli
Amelia
Bedellia
double bubble rip off non techno-pop steak??????????? WOW!!!!”
I
am not faking this, or
my music.
The great MC may not have MC'd anything, but
she did tell me that I'd
be crossing over;
and Ryan and 2nd-Cuzz BJ, know it fully well. So WOW
to all of these darn things, Senator
Thompson Watergate!
From
HONEST GEORGE,
to Mister honky-hating Jefferson;
all I have to say today is, imagine all of that; me kind and
wonderful maitees and peeps out here; and gobble gobble gobble. Let's
all freaking “totally
pig out”,
to quote lovely
teenager Kate,
from me whittle past; while residing at the mighty and mysterious
HIGHVIEW
APARTMENTS,
and having Mister Comey over, to tell me that my Uncle John had just
passed away, down in Fort Lauderdale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things
like this
used to only happen in the Hollywood
movies.
BUTTTTTTTTT, then along came Webster, and before even that, sir
Ronald freaking Reagan. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Mister 1971 Michael
McNulty, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(The
age of technological Aquarius!)
Last
night I was involved in some parallel universe government sting
operation. Now for three straight days, I am just involved with a
major fucking DEATH
SIEGE ASSAULT
on me. I wonder which is really worse? Nothing can be trusted. Not
even my own fucking cunt mind. I have seen the ability of the
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES of MISTER HALL and their endless abilities to
fucking screw with everything, right down to the human mind. The MACY
CREW is only the tip of the TELLOSIAN ICE BERG, in my humble
opinion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
OPEN COMMAND, G-7.
WHOEVER
IS SCREWING UP MY ENTIRE LIFE AND PERSECUTING ME TO MY GRAVE, WITH
NUMEROUS TYPES OF ASSAULTS, IS TO BE SCANNED
FOR TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT,
DESTRUCT; ON ALL GENERAL AND ALL CODED GENERAL
ORDERS. USE BOTH 'AD' AND 'ZD' TECHNOLOGIES. MAGNESONIC, ON AN
'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, YOU WILL
NOW HAVE YOUR 1983 AT&T OLD STYLE PHONE-TONES DATA TRANSFERRED,
INTO LONG-EEEEE VOWEL-SOUND PRINT, WITH
THE RED PRINT FOR THE 'A'
TONE, AND THE BLUE PRINT FOR THE
'B' TONE.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, UNDER SPECIAL ORDER 18, AND
STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reaganomics
and President Ronald Reagan, were very
unpleasant
and dark
days
in this country's past.
The pubs know fully well that Reaganomics
and their trickle-down junk, DOES
NOT
WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
mother fucking cock sucking gods
must
distract themselves
away from this awareness
of endlessness,
by creating this incredible EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY.
And all of these powerful truths intertwine and connect, into sick
twisted fiendish horrendous unrelenting cycles of quintessential
bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! People
all have the idea that I am guessing my old school-mate from Cooley,
Russ Thaxton, mostly share. They think that a person is able
to escape things
by
traveling in miles or time.
If a hell around a person is large enough; I know for a fact that it
swallows up things such as distance,
and time,
and yes, EVEN
DEATH.
Do you have a better explanation for why I am here
physically, after dying twenty times,
and I
mean dying;
not
some near experience to dying? I will always listen open mindedly.
IPYT.
In
the month of August, of the year 1986;
my
entire life altered
as a result of what mother fucking happened before I awoke to face
the very first day IN
ETERNAL
HELL.
The Atlantic
City Medical Center,
as it was called back then, in the year of 1986; was major involved
with all of this, as
was a lab-technician;
but the story does
not end there, it only begins there. Before
going on, kind SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR; I ALSO HAVE BEEN
HEAVILY STRUCK THIS CUNT EATING MORNING WITH A
HUGE HEALTH ASSAULT ON MY BODY,
SOME TYPE OF DEATH BOWEL ATTACK THAT HAS BEEN USED ON ME FOR THREE
DECADES PLUS NOW, AND GIVING
ME HORRIBLE FUCKING DIAREAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This computer has been HACKED BIG TIME, and I am unable to escape not
only the ESS and their ENDLESSNESS and ENDLESS ASSAULTS ON ME, but
also, this mother fucking double line. The normal things that remove
it, DON'T WORK, UNDER THIS NEW FUCKING CUNT EATING HACK, MIZZ STACEY
LATTISAW, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Federal
Bureau of Investigation;
WHAT IS BEING FUCKING CUNT DONE TO ME TODAY SIRS, IS AGAINST EVERY
CUNT SUCKING LAW, AND PART OF THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION; SO
PLEASE DO YOUR JOBS AND HEKLP ME OUT A LITTLE BIT HERE!!!! You
missed me with your assault of ones, Mizz Sleazedisease Jane
Crappants!!!!!!!!!!!
It is very hard, and the enemies know it, to blog when the computer
is all fucked up, on top of my nabes from cunt eating hell, screwing
with me this badly. These dirt bag mother fucking HALLS-FAWCES-ESS,
know precisely how to attack an enemy, and they should. THEY ARE THE
MILITARY FORCES, and they are trained to absolutely know all of the
things that work against their pathetic innocent
foes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm
quite cunt eating positive that their EVIL DOW JONES STOCK MARKET
SYSTEM IS TOTALLY FLYING TODAY, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me try one other anti-hacking trick that helps me sometimes deal with
this hack they are using, and then I will have to take a shit break,
and then call 911 to report these horrendous ILLEGAL
GUESTS OF THESE FUCKING TURD
SWALLOWING NEIGHBORS!
HAY,
IF ONE WORLD ISN'T BAD ENOUGH, MISTER DOUBLEMINT CHEWING GUM COMPANY,
THEN HOW ABOUT THREE TIMES THE GUM, OR SIX WORLDS, JUST HOW HORRIBLE
WOULD THAT BE FOR POOR WHITTLE PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT PATHETIC MISTER
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, YO????
Now as told a short
while ago, my going with my mom for the first time, to Tennessee
Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, in 1965, and to the then
called 'Trinidad Hotel', now called the Real 8 Hotel chain, caused me
to end up nearly dying and being murdered on several occasions, at a
place called the NJNPI, or the New Jersey Neural Psychiatric
Institute, located just out of the main part of
Princeton, New Jersey, and at a part of this insane asylum property
called, the 'K-COTTAGE'. Anyone who wants to start with me
about the 'K' not symbolically
representing KRASSLE, I won't waste my
time or raise my blood pressure, even trying to argue back with you,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
send an innocent ten year and nine month old child to a place like
this when he was not a criminal nor did he do anything to warrant
such monstrous shit, is no different than allowing me to be
robbed, beaten, raped, and all manner of mother fucking shit that
happened to me in childhood, as well as into adult life also. But
does the AG care, state or federal? Does the great Almighty
President? No, great people only have time
for other great people, like Jolie and Popey. Birds of a
feather flock together, and so do the 99%
nobody/poor folks as well. But get into a situation where you
need major help, and through absolutely no mother fuckiGN cunt
chewing fault of your own, and guess what;
YOU CAN COCK LICKING FORGET ABOUT GETTING ANY,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trump the great, says it better than I ever can; “Like
I give a shit”, and that was regarding his friend Steve
Winn, of the Golden Nugget Casino, during a time of his personal
crises in his marriage. I have a lot of reasons for hating poor
people, as they endlessly try and take away what little I manage to
work very fucking hard to get for myself; and
are all basically worthless twisted mother fuckiGN rotten asshole
BUMS. But as much as I hate them, multiply
fucking cunt that by a few bazillion, and that will show you
how much I hate the slutty trashy Wendy Thomas's and Kim Kardashian's
of the world, born with silver spoons up their ugly slob
clits!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTTTT, there is more to
that story. The entire world
is what is all fucking screwed up. If the world idiots all over the
place, did not bless and reward asshole scum bag celebrities as
though they're some kind of gods, then
none of this would happen. It really
does take two to tango dance. Morianity did not make that up. Before
we move on, yes, I anti-hacked out of the double line hack, and then
I have come to learn that two of my weirdo neighbors are in a war
with each other and are slamming their doors intentionally.
Eventually, I won't have to be the one who complains, as others are
already starting to do that, kind Sheriff. I have had my fucking ear
to the door, and I now know what's up. When you live around people
who are insane and all legally doped up on those stupid fucking ass
psycho-tropes then this is what can be expected. Jimmy Carter let all
the nutcases loose on society in the seventies. Before that they were
inpatients in psych wards. Today, until you do some actual crime that
the state then can deem you as 'dangerous' to yourself as well as
others around you, you are cheaper as treatable medicated
outpatients. This is why we all are putting up with so much mother
fucking lunacy. I wonder if any president over the past century is
known for NOT DOING at least one major thing
that totally fucked everybody up????????????? Now back to the present
where I am forced to endlessly exist in what Einstein might label as
the eternal now.
When death sieges that are this bad come upon me, kind
SHERIFF MASCARA SIR; then this is when I
must counterstrike big huge hyper ultra fucking time, and TELL
LOTSA SECRETS that I fully know will
piss off those who are fucking with me and injuring me and wiping
out MY ENTIRE COCK SUCKING GODDAMN LIFE,
MY BRATHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As far as the
Macy-Crew, I could type for days and days and tell things that IPY,
they wouldn't want told. BUTTTTTTTTT, I won't do that, not today at
least. I will however tell you all a little bit about some other
fucking shit.
Sitting
in here tattle tailing on people from up in Atlantic City is lots of
fun any way, since they have done so many monstrous things to me for
half a fucking century, without ever so much as batting an eyelash.
Do I believe that someone in Atlantic City
is behind all of this nightmare that began after I left Cooley
Hall High Hell, you wonder? Well then I'll tell you. I
DO BELIEVE THAT. I also believe that in
a parallel universe, and remember that Mister
Einstein the great, proved
mathematically, that parallel universes are real, and actually
do exist, so you don't even have to wonder about this being some
delusional Mountainpen stuff; there is a magical woman who for all I
know could go by the name of Nancy Noonfeathers Nuckleberry; and she
is a member of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND
SOCIETY. I do believe that most of the ESS comes from the
Astral Plane and the Gods/Goddesses or the entities of COINS AND
COILS, but also, a few humans have been able to join. I know this
because of putting together enough dots, over more than a sufficient
amount of time. I know that the Comcast system is connected into this
human part of it, along with many human musician/artists, and I know
this from experiencing major interactions in hyperspace, or what you
would say is DREAMING. Even the BIBLE weighs in quite heavily on the
subject of dreaming. It also makes quite clear that only some people
can figure it out, such as the prophet Daniel, and some others. If we
take the Christian Bible and see it in light of more modern times, it
will scream out truths that are beyond gargantuan. When this death
siege lessens, whether it be tomorrow or days away still, I wil get
my revenge and tell some really powerful fucking shit, that will
punch these bastard losers right in their private parts, as is fully
and completely deserved for placing me in this horrendous fucking
death siege all year long at my old age, which is beyond
unconscionable and unmentionable. Doing this to someone half my age
would be bad enough, and would indeed kill anyone else, and at any
fucking age. So this legally IS ATTEMPTED MURDER, no matter how
anyone wishes to look at this, or not to. So summing shit all up, the
Coins and the Coils on the Astral-Plane or in the 'Purgatory', use
these incredible games both there as well as out here in the
hyperspace, to distract from the awareness of endlessness, with the
ESS. BUTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS FUCKING BUTTTTTTTTT, real living human
beings also are in the ESS. The majority of them are just being
manipulated through many various tricks and techniques. As for
Atlantic City and the Mountainpen, well, to open up this horrible
graveyard of dogshit just a small peep, no small child goes to a
place such as Atlantic City, and for absolutely no reason whatsoever,
has a nightmare suddenly created all around him such as the one
around me. Not even Star Trek's Holo-Deck on the TNG spin off from
the original 1966 television show, could do things tis powerful and
inconceivable.
Revelations
never stop coming to anyone eternally searching for answers.
Answers to things such as all of the questions asked by Mountainpen's
Morianity,
will require a large amount of open
mindedness,
wisdom,
knowledge,
and awareness
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Knock
and the doors will be opened. Seek, and you will find.
Yes, the words spoken in Jerusalem by Jesus,
some two millennia ago, and are still every bit as valid and powerful
as they ever were and ever will be, YO! Right now, one powerful
explanation to many things are in the same realms as all the rest of
HALLS-FAWCES, and that is the TELLOSIAN
REALITY. What is that, some may ask? Well, it is how the
great television show called, “Star Trek”
was first introduced, back in the year of 1966. It was the two hour
pilot episode, called, “The
Menagerie”. I
am not going to waste valuable time and energy reexplaining it.
If you're interested and are not sure about this; well then, go
online and watch the great show for yourself, and then let the pieces
of this blog fit where they may. In any
'real-world' that is not under some powerful
hypnotic spell; the night at the Crystal
Lake Diner with Mister David Roth, where I suddenly
reversed the direction of that powerful motor-controlled cake and pie
rotisserie, even if no one else stood up and went semi-nuts; you
would think that at least the
waitress involved, or even my late pal David
Roth would have not only observed this wild outlandish
incident; but would have made a huge federal
case out of it, only the world went
ever so silent, as if NOTHING
HAD HAPPENED.
I am starting to think, just maybe, NOTHING
DID; and we are going to explore some stuff now,
pertaining to this; that I was going to take at least a year or more,
gradually making my way into with my Blogaudians. Now, we are going
to have to move into the Marcucci, Ciprionni,
Zane, King Family Tellosion Powers Syndrome, at an alarming
high rate of speed. There is no time to pussyfoot around, and do this
nice and slowly, as I was going to do; until just a couple of days
ago, and then especially, after a television documentary that I just
now finished watching on the Public
Broadcasting System, called, “Independent
Lens”. It was called, “The
Amazing Randi”, and was dated on the Comcast Information
scroll as March 28, 2016, subtitled “An
Honest Liar”. We'll get further into this later on,
in light and connection with the above mentioned Marcucci,
Ciprionni, Zane, King Family Tellosion Powers Syndrome!
So
now, in properly leading up to all of the points made on this blog,
and also known as laying down a proper
foundation; this will take us to right here. Computers,
and the interconnected
networking
system they have been all linked into, shortened into the
word, (INTERNET); have an extremely
amazing integral part to this entire system, that of 'PASSWORDS'.
In the world of psychiatry and the subheading part of it
called hypnotherapy or hypnotic
suggestions, this all connects up in ways that are
impossible to dispute; that is if we truly are knocking
on those cosmic doors and are genuinely seeking
after wisdom and truth! The reason that coincidences and
synchronicity cannot be scoffed at, is actually quite mathematical
and physical. In the worlds of the very small,
or 'subatomic', a seemingly random flux of particles are all
whizzing around madly, and seemingly without any discernable pattern
or mission. But there really is a pattern to
this random, that would show up immediately, if we were
able to successfully apply a technology that Morianity
calls, ZDT, or (Zero Dimensional
Technology). All things, even though they may appear separated
by a distance in-between them; have what the great Mister
Einstein labeled as a “connection by way of spooky forces”.
It really isn't all that spooky.
All unknown things can indeed appear
quite spooky, and we
all know this very well. This quantum flux is not limited
by our idea of three or four dimensions. They
intermingle in five dimensions, thus appearing to come
into our lower dimensional reality, as well as vanish out of it
again; when really, they merely are MOVING
AROUND IN THE 5TH DIMENSION. Morianity has discussed this
now for thirteen years of blogging. Not many of you listen or
believe, and THAT, I simply can't help.
I would never ever sink to the level of those powerful HALLS-FAWCES
connected ESS and other covert groups,
who use these magical parlor tricks with
major regularity. Now as many of
my Blogaudians know only too well, I DID indeed use and
yes, MISUSE, this knowledge, back at the COOLEY
HALL HIGH HELL, where I was
attending this school for EXCEPTIONAL
CHILDREN, from February of 1969, through January of
1973; and I was a whisper away from being expelled for messing around
with such things, by the head of the school; Doctor Knipe. This was
the day that I used hypnosis on a classmate, John Zane, next to my
classroom, in Mister Ciprionni's class, early in March of 1970.
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, what none
of my Blogaudians know about, is that I was not through yet; not even
after being warned about possible expulsion
should I ever try such a thing again. And the second time was
on the final week in March, about two weeks later; and this time, I
used it on none other than the great ESS-COUNT,
Von Richard-Lennon Marcucci. I knew that there had to be
some wild reason for him to have become so
incredibly angry with me two weeks earlier; and this only made
me ten times more curious, since he was a very mild mannered young
man. When I had put him under, he began telling
me the most amazing things. I literally thought that I was
going to get a heart attack and drop dead,
because my damn heart was beating so rapidly. At the time, it made
no sense, but as 'years went by' and Sir Elton
John became a rocked out Crocodile Guy; I began to see just
how unfathomable and nightmarish that this entire mess truly was.
David Roth told me decades later that “I had opened up a real huge
hornet's nest in Atlantic City”, but looking back, and in a genuine
comparison; this was an exploding
thermo-nuclear device, and ON STEROIDS! He told me that he
lived in Liverpool, and that he was about my age when he began his
musical group, along with his pal; and that he used the exact same
word for “music” that was used by
David Roth up in 1985, when he was discussing his old pal Chris
Farlowe, and that word was, and I'm probably
not spelling it correctly, “skiffle”.
If I am, then hurray for me. He said
that he, along with numerous other people, were all very fascinated
with me. I asked him who the other people were, and he
told me that no one else on the entire planet would even know about
them because they were all part of some
wild musical and historic secret club, and that I had played a
very important part in the historical world of music; and that only
in the following late century, would any of that knowledge be
brought to light; after an excavation had been
done somewhere in Pennsylvania, and some kind of buried time
capsules were found with my name and information inside, instructing
the finder of the note, to search me out in
the Copyright Office. Yes indeed, long after I had put
this silly conversation with him, while I had him hypnotized, totally
out of my fifteen year old mind; events followed along and absolutely
matched up with precisely what he told me would happen. David Roth
and I did indeed bury time capsules, some in Jersey, and some in
Pennsylvania. Inside of glass Mountain Dew Soda bottles, were notes
where I asked the future to come back and help me out of some wild
and horrendous dilemma, and that they could find information on me at
the United States Copyrighted Office. At the age of fifteen, I was
totally clueless to anything about my future in the middle eighties,
a decade and a half away! But Mister Lennon wasn't clueless, quite
obviously, oh, I mean, Mister ESS-Marcucci!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another
thing that comes back into my consciousness even after decades and
decades of time, is that I told him that whenever I wanted to talk to
him again where he would not remember anything at all about our
talks, he should remember the name of, and then I
used the man that my mom was dating at the time, Sidney
Crown. Should I ever say
that name, he would be under the hypnotic suggestion again. Somewhere
closer to the end of the school year, perhaps around the middle of
May of 1970; I found myself alone in the classroom, shortly after my
classmates Burt Frulo and Russel Thaxton had just been in an
altercation, and Burt socked him hard, and Russel went flying down
onto the floor, and his left eye was all bloodshot from hitting his
head on the floor quite hard. Mister Marcucci had gone to get some
help, and after the situation had calmed down, it was just myself and
him in the classroom. After I said the post hypnotic password
suggestion, he instantly half drooped his head. Remember the name
Sidney Crown,
and the word crown had somehow triggered something in his
subconscious mind, as he suddenly before I said another word, had
blurted out, do you want to know about the
Queen? I asked him what he meant, and he told me that my
family lineage were descendants of a cousin line of Queen
Elizabeth, and that she knows about me,
meaning ME, not Marcucci. I remember
laughing and saying, “How can the Queen of
England know about me, or even care about me”? He then sat
upright and turned his head towards my direction. He said that the
CROWN knows many of the secrets about well hidden things. He went
onto tell me, and I am of course not quoting, but paraphrasing as
best as I can, as it has been nearly half a century since this
conversation took place, She has an adviser who
knows many hidden truths about how Russia
is planning on totally taking over
the United States,
by making a friend out of a loyal American citizen, whose only desire
in life is greed and avarice and
royalty; and then placing
this royal family into the White House,
and then just as the Crown here in England works, the Royals are
merely figure heads, and the true
power will be the future leader
over in Russia. Does
anything here sound remotely familiar, and beyond totally
frightening, YO? A few years
later towards the middle of the nineteen-seventies, and shortly after
the great event called WATERGATE had
occurred, my mother told me that her ex-boyfriend Sid had
revealed to her, that he as a young man was ashamed of his
Hebrew heritage, and altered his name legally, which was much
easier to do back in the nineteen-forties, from
Cohen to Crown. The synchronicity here in this, is beyond
inescapable. Cohen, as in Trump's damn
monster fixer lawyer.
Sidney-Cohen-Crown; like WOW-THIS, huh
PATTY? Just as the very name that I used to get
Marcucci-Lennon under my hypno-spell; this very same coincidental
nomenclature here, seemingly got all scrambled
into the mix of present day events and nightmarish political and
global situations. Mister Putin
will obviously have HIS CODE WORD, by way of the great
Almighty-Internet, and then our
wonderful President's new-age way of using this tool for his nearly
almost total communications with the rest of us; for
Trump; and all he will need to do to be put under, is to
get on his goddamn Twitter-Account.
I am quite sure that this was all worked out long ago. Now if the CIA
or the NSA or the FBI asks me to prove any of this, well,
first, Cooley Hall has done a
total Brigadoon. The
WOMO-HALLS-FAWCES-EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND
SOCIETY, has made sure that all of these powerful
locations, and otherwise 'history-markers', have all totally vanished
and disappeared into the misty moonbeams of Irish Gallagher McGuire's
Brigadoon! Jim Burr
told me long ago in the seventies, that all of these problems around
me, all of the nightmares and hellishness; has
to do with something in my family. Well; give that goddamn
dude one big fat Cuban cigar, Mister Proud Papa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Exploratronic Supermind Society
sent another one of their faction from the Educational-Department, to
a school that I am quite well acquainted with, my mom's old
Philadelphia Huey School. I believe if I remember the telling of her
story, and I should, after hearing it a few dozen times or more; that
a teacher that she had, said over and over, that the
Russians will take us from within, without ever firing a gun or
dropping a bomb. This made a very powerful impression on my
mother. Looking back now in hindsight, it is making a big ass
impression on me too; kind people! You see,
I am in a unique position to see all of this very clearly around me,
and know fully well, that I am just disbelieved and scoffed at.
Oh well, Ann King; we're all
going to be so goddamn sorry, and very soon; that is unless someone
in power, DOES INDEED take this blog, and my
Morianity claims seriously. Sheriff
Mascara and Mister Agent/Investigator Mueller, kind sirs; YOU
KNOW THAT I I'LL BE NEEDING SOME PROTECTION
RIGHT ABOUT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday,
the skies were heavy with siege.
When it is not in the sky, it is on the ground, and many times, it
doesn't spare me on either fronts. Like
WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another truism here would be,
“SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”,
“SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”.
So
how does the great and awesome MACY-CREW
fit into so much of these powerful blog warnings, and other
storms on the fronts of deadly and ominous skies of pure terror?
Well, some things may appear one way, and as we all know only too
well, the truth is in a totally
opposite direction. And then there are many times and
situations where my lovely peeps from Dogtown,
Olympia don't even attempt to hide their total and absolute
disdain and hated, for poor old pitiful and pathetic MARK
WAYNE
MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR!
I believe that Trump hates me for
totally other reasons than does my awesome
daughter. This can all be explored at other times, and on
other blogs, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT; it
all fits together like a perfectly made jig saw puzzle. Oh
yes, the pieces appear to be all scrambled up and disjointed, 100%
out of any recognizable order. Yeah, and the Earth appears to be
flat, and the sun definitely seems to rise up in the east, and set
out into the west, day after day. As for me, I trust the commingled
truths of many things all put together, long
before I just say 'UNCLE'
to any single item in evidence. Now you dudes and
duddesses out here are just way more fortunate than I am. You
can afford the luxury of seeing things with blinders and
lavender shades. I cannot. I just cannot afford to believe in a whole
bunch of wild and crazy freaking coincidences. So
SAHWEE to all Ambassador's and non-Ambassador's all over
the pwanet, Mister Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll
be major discussing the family plot that goes all the way back into
time for many thousands of years. I don't buy into the coincidence of
my Aunt Gerry getting her facelift, and asking my mom to take Cousin
Sandy down to Atlantic City, to the Trinidad Hotel with us, during
the vacation of 1967; any more than I believe that the Shah of Iran
didn't put her up to it, as he was an operative of America's great
Central Intelligence Agency, back in the days when my Aunt and him
were very good friends, and my Aunt had him over for a visit at her
home in Narberth, Pennsylvania, USA, at what else but 1208
Greentree Lane? A digital scrambling of both the current nightmare
year of 2018, as well as the
great apartment in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, called Robin Hill.
Enemies are giving me back an old and very freaking damn annoying
hack called the NON-CAP-LETTERS-HACK,
where almost every time I hit the SHIFT BUTTON to capitalize a word,
it still comes out in smalls!
“Isn't having powerful mother ******* enemies
just swell and swift”; to quote the great and late Mister
David Charles Roth? How about another freaking WEEEEEEEEE?
Maybe
a few really smart folks out here can see now, that there indeed were
powerful reasons why Mister Marcucci had to be
shut up and shot dead, back late in 1980, just a few months
after I had moved freaking into 1802 ROBIN
HILL APARTMENTS! Most people don't have sense enough to
come in out of a damn thundershower, so “what
the hell”, as Nurse Helen Felkner
used to say to my mom many times, in Atlantic City, back in the late
nineteen-sixties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy hot potatoes people; from
bloodlines to flood-lines, YO; many things have happened here on this
incredible pwanet. How can anyone ever know for sure just what is
real and what is not? I know for a fact that the great Mister
Nimrod built an asteroid deflector
tower, a number of millennia ago; and angered some of the
David Childress Gods. Oh well,
then they hovered above us and aimed one of
those devices used on me so often to injure
my health and body. Only this was a MIND-HACK.
Suddenly, the hypno-password-suggestion-frequency was at full blast,
and a moment later, instead of one common language; everyone
ran in different directions, babbling out all sorts of nonsensical
verbiage, that later evolved into many
various human languages. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, I
heard a great preacher say not long ago, that the great
lovely SSJKK (Jehovah) was willing to wait for the death of
Methuselah, before releasing those WATERGATES
in the skies, and definitely NOT ON JUNE
17th, way
up in the future year of 1972; huh Mizz Jacobson Cooley? No one will
ever tell me that all of this, along with trillions of other dots, do
not all connect up absolutely perfectly; oh great and powerful Mister
Iranian CIA SHAH!
People
were not living as primitively as most of us believe, back between
three and five thousand years ago. We had levitation through
magnetized gaseous materials created out of highly complex
combinations of both elements, as well as manipulation of similar
things to how this blog opened up, or “MIND-CONTROLS”,
as MIND is actually GRAVITATION, and is why Morianity calls the true
cosmic fabric, SPACE-TIME-MIND,
and some have changed this to space-time-gravitation, and yes, since
my words on the internet; this has been placed up there. But my point
in all of this has to do with many cultures living quite high on the
hog, or maybe a good rephrase would be, a hell of a lot better than I
am living. Family lineage was always important. I totally believe
there is one reason and only one reason why people lived
approximately ten times the life span that humans have been living
after this so-called great-world-flood-event
(GWFE), or pronounced GRIFFEE as a
shortened abbreviation. The secrets told to me at the
great medical institute in Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, I totally
believe were used by the human population. Families would give up a
small amount of the blood from the younger people living amongst
them. Done with regularity, about a pint fifty times or so each year;
should keep people around what we think of as age 25-45 for at least
700 years. There is no better explanation for why suddenly, the words
straight out of the Holy Bible that proclaim life as being ten times
longer here on Earth before this GWFE, is now suddenly reduced to
such a short time. Back in the early nineteen eighties, I knew
doctors who told me that rats were turned young again that were very
old, and that they lived on and on. There is always some truths to
legends, and maybe this is why the legends of vampirism all got
started. Who can know? I do know that the anatomy of a rat is exactly
the same as that of a human being, with the small difference that a
rat has no bladder. This major anatomical similarity is
indeed why all of the medical research community uses rats to test
out all of the medications, and other medically related items as
well. So we know it works, so why are the governments of the world
letting us all get old and die so quickly when we don't have to? I
see this as murder, personally, or as they might say in the legal
profession, as depraved indifference
homicide. In any case, the little people
can't do squat, and they never could. This has been the freaking ass
way of the world since the first day and the first night all began.
I
enjoyed watching a rerun on the Book-TV
Channel a few nights ago, where the
former CIA Director, Michael
Hayden was the guest
speaker. He has recently written a really fantastic book called, “The
Assault On Intelligence”. An hour later while I was
viewing a channel a little lower on my Comcast Cable lineup, I
thought I recognized a name that the reporter was suddenly
discussing. I was correct, it was Mister Hayden. I think that someone
did not like his book or his talk on the television; or just maybe
that I was watching the talk, who can know? All I do know is that the
poor man had just had a stroke. I know for a fact, from an old
military pal decades ago, who used to say to me, “Mark,
there may be something to this, and maybe not; but the rumor is that
a secret death weapon is used by the American intelligence services.
The NSA can cause you to get a heart attack, and the CIA can stroke
you out”. Well, he got a goddamn stroke, and that's all I
know. No matter how you may want to ever shake anything up,
especially regarding this recent political bull ****, it
is not the mother ******* Republicans
who elected Donald John Trump to
be the 45th President of the United States. It really
wasn't, not if you honestly stop to smell the dog **** and drink the
reality-coffee down, rotten and stale as it may freaking taste, YO!
It was the DEMOCRATS who elected TRUMP.
The country got very sick and tired of all of this ridiculous PC dog
****. I mean if anything ever got totally out
of control, that was it. I for one, and I am a total democrat
who was brought up as a staunch Republican, am so sick and tired of
this mother ******* politically-correct
goddamn crap; I could literally drink down a bottle of piss, and up
chuck bars of gold. I mean this is beyond ridiculous. And this is why
that red necked alternate-right-wing group got such a following, and
became such a force to be reckoned with. No other president in
history ever managed to accomplish such an incredible feat. When you
have a huge group like this on your side, before you even run, and
believe me folks, HE DID; AND THIS WAS
ALL LONG AND WELL PLANNED; and
you can't ******* help but WIN THE ELECTION.
Now this dangerous powerful group of racists and homegrown potential
nutcase terrorists, are more dangerous
to this great country, than a thousand
Donald freaking Trumps, ever could be, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!! I hate getting into political spats, but I am
so sick of living with the epitome of
stupidity all around me, to QUOTE AGAIN, THE
GREAT DAVID ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll tell you
another thing that is beyond powerful, and it goes right smack dab to
the very heart of the argument against Russ
Thaxton or whoever made the comment on the WFMU-CRACKPOT-PAGE,
about how I am complaining about the same **** when it is years
later, and that I am now living so many miles away from the
northeastern part of the country, where most of these horrible jerk
offs are located. Normally, the enemies do not want to break any
laws, and they do all of the things to me, except for property
damage; VERY COVERTLY AND STEALTHFULLY!!!!!!!!
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, they will break another law and quite
often, when they feel the need exists for them to do so. I
am speaking of NOISE-PERSECUTION. It is illegal to crank
music in a car up to the point where many of my enemies do around me
on a continuous basis. But yes, they take the risk. Sooner or later
it stops for quite a while, because someone does get caught too many
times, and either gets some well deserved jail-time, and or some real
nice hefty fines to pay. When the very same things keep happening no
matter where you run to or how long it may be since this all began,
only a retarded ass wipe is going to keep on insisting that they need
to present me with their silly arguments on this matter. But hey,
everyone is always entitled to their damn opinions, just
NOT THEIR FACTS!!!!
My
asshole nabes above me are annoying me with stupid noises,
right after I discuss the repetition of NOISE
HARASSMENT by the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE
ENEMIES. Coincidence
lads and lassies????????????????? And it is only ten minutes before
eight of the clock, on this goddamn Tuesday MOUUUUUUUURNING, November
27, 2018.
Yes,
bob McDowell did indeed grow up into a fine gentleman,
and as you put it so eloquently, Mister Mackey, back in late 1972, in
your classroom; ''a man''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Makes
me wonder what you knew back then as well,
along with hallway
communicator Marcucci and his Beatles friends,
and Marola
and her school play insistence wisdom.
Don't even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on
the topic of EXPLORATRONS,
PLEASE!
TANKS!!!
Yeah,
his Beatles 'friends' all right. Just as with Mister Joe Paget back
around 2002 somewhere, I feel very sorry when my goddamn life's
nightmares and other similarly related collateral damages, rub off
and strikes so many innocent targets. As for diner rotisserie's and
other Uri
Geller FAKES,
what
if SOME HALLS FAWCES other diner patron,
knowing in advance quite easily from illegally listening and tapping
into my telephone conversation with David Roth, was already there;
and just MADE
ME BELIEVE
that I did this to the damn rotisserie? I mean that and most likely
only that, would be a reasonable and pretty good explanation for
David and the waitress and other patrons all around me, at that very
crowded diner, on that weekend night; to act as if nothing at all had
happened that was unusual. We can further explore this and so many
zillions of other similar and related matters, on other blogs. I
don't want to type on and on forever, and I see that I am already on
Open-Office
page #31,
so let me cut my blogaudians a whittle bweak here,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good
old Hydroglacia.
She is a very beautiful star. All of the great stars in our universe
are beautiful, and yes, very
dangerous.
They normally
DON'T communicate
with the human offspring of their fullness of being. I speak of the
carbon-entities, or US!
The only family that seems to be directly and quite routinely
communicated with, on a regular basis; is the one and only Carpenter
family,
later becoming the Stuart
family,
and then eventually twisting off the great branches of lineage
genealogy, and becoming the one and only wonderful and mysterious
HUNTINGTON
CLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So WOW THAT, Joann
and Joanna,
and
a great big gigantic freaking WEEEEEEEEE, Almighty
Nuclatron (GODDESS
SSJKK),!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Turkey-Day
of 2018. Boy oh boy, were my mother ******* TRIAD-NABES
annoying and super loud this **** chewing goddamn MOUUUUUUUURNING; me
kind peeps, YO! Those swine from next door to me were slamming and
shouting, and it wasn't even ten of the rock chucking clock yet, YO.
Just because it is a goddamn freaking holiday, YO, doesn't mean we
have to be raised in pig pens and barn yards, for damn ass
crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me explain just exactly
why
I call these three
butt-wipe nabes, MY
TRIAD NABES,
YO kind folks, and unkind ones too; me BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Tri
comes from the number three,
and for the less educated of my blogaudians, the triad system in the
nuke-world, is all about the land-air-sea
delivery system,
and potential, militarily; of the nuclear weapon system of the United
States. Well, I too have a powerful and very unpleasant three way
neighbor system, here at my apartment at this PH-BLDG (Public Housing
Building). I live at the end of the hallway on the west side, up on
floor number six. So I have one nabe next to me on my east side. The
stairwell is to my west. I also have the nabe across from me in the
public hallway system that is literally four feet away from my door.
Finally, my number three nabe in this evil triad crapola, is the
weirdo nut above me, whom I sometimes refer to as 'Hammering
Harriet', or Rose Highview Jacobey ll.
Like WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Now I doubt that Russia cares all that much about my miserable noisy
neighbors, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT kind peeps; I
know that they are very interested in this great and illustrious
HUNTINGTON FAMILY,
FROM SEEMINGLY DOGTOWN,
OLYMPIA, PURGATORY,
AKA an extremely unpleasant section on the ASTRAL-PLANE,
YO. And
then, there it was, just there; the great
Pulsar Star,
or as I call her, Hydroglacia!!!!!!!!!
MY
BLOGS TOLD ALL OF THIS POWERFUL TRUTH,
LONG
BEFORE IT EVEN GOT THE SMALLEST START
IN SPACE-TIME-MIND,
and
the goddamn RUSSIAN FOLKS know this to be 100% the truth.
THAT,
SIR ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, is why
they have been reading these blogs!!!!!!
WHY
WOULD I MAKE UP THIS WILD INCREDIBLE STORY; MISTER ROBERT MUELLER?
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IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF
HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT;
AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP-ESS) OR THE 'GREAT
AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know, old news, but if you had this all go down in your life at
fourteen and fifteen, you'd want to say it over and over and over
again too!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT.
THE
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN.
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Brigadoon
and Cooley Hall. Where to even begin
discussing an elaborated version of the information that the
Mountainpen has released so far, in just under thirteen years of blog
texts? The younger generation says it perfectly, and I'll quote them;
“like WOW”! Also,
If
I was not the CHOSEN
HUNTINGTON;
not only would
I not have possibly survived all of their monstrous wicked
viciousness and hellfire,
but I would have been tossed six feet below the mud, a
very long time freaking ago,
and you all know this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
it is indeed an age old question and query for MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR,
and it goes like this:
“Is
any of this mother ******* **** real, and not a Millie
Vinnilli
Amelia
Bedellia
double bubble rip off non techno-pop steak??????????? WOW!!!!”
I
am not faking this, or
my music.
The great MC may not have MC'd anything, but
she did tell me that I'd
be crossing over;
and Ryan and 2nd-Cuzz BJ, know it fully well. So WOW
to all of these darn things, Senator
Thompson Watergate!
From
HONEST GEORGE,
to Mister honky-hating Jefferson;
all I have to say today is, imagine all of that; me kind and
wonderful maitees and peeps out here; and gobble gobble gobble. Let's
all freaking “totally
pig out”,
to quote lovely
teenager Kate,
from me whittle past; while residing at the mighty and mysterious
HIGHVIEW
APARTMENTS,
and having Mister Comey over, to tell me that my Uncle John had just
passed away, down in Fort Lauderdale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things
like this
used to only happen in the Hollywood
movies.
BUTTTTTTTTT, then along came Webster, and before even that, sir
Ronald freaking Reagan. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Mister 1971 Michael
McNulty, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(The
age of technological Aquarius!)
Good
freaking asshole riddance, Mizz Jane Sleazedisease fleas-weeds
Notfondau one whittle bit. We
got past the page freaking eleven of eleven,
so
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!
Last
night I was involved in some parallel universe government sting
operation. Some horrible monster master criminal or several of them,
back up north somewhere, were using
illegal hypnotic trickery
to do all sorts of horrible ****. I
was at some large apartment building near the seashore
somewhere, and at some heavily wooded area that also was on a quite
busily trafficked intersection; and I
was intentionally told the names of those two streets that
intersected right at the corner,
where this large building was situated on. When I woke up this
afternoon however; it was one of those times where try as I may, I
just couldn't pull up those two street names. It
was a very super weird and powerful vivid dreaming-interaction,
or as Mountainpen's
Morianity
labels these events, hyperspace-travels, so “Oh
well”,
to quote the great and awesome Mizz
ANN KING SILVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes, Mark
and George.
Now that would make the beginning of a very motley crew!!!
OH
THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
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OH
THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
OH
THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
OH
THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
OH
THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
OH
THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
OH
THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
OH
THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
OH
THAT
WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
Double-mint
Gum
used to say in their advertisements, that two is better than one;
but
is it?
Maybe two
good things
are, but are two
cases of sunburn better than one?
How about two
cases of Reaganomics?
How about two
cancer diagnosis's?
Hey we all would like two hundred-dollar-bills
better than one
of them,
sure; but not all things work like that. And then how about this
recent shift during this mother ******* century, with this seemingly
ONE
ADVERTISING COMPANY
in
charge of all mother ******* promotions
everywhere? If this is not the case, then WHY is this new goddamn
trend all over the **** huffing place where we
see a goddamn great ad spot on television,
and then suddenly
shortly thereafter, BOOM, it is SHORTENED???
This
has been going on with every single service and product that we all
see advertised on television, for quite a few years now,
and personally, if
offends me
and it
******* sickens me;
as this is against everything in the
once so wonderful and great American Enterprise and Capitalism system
of fairness and competition.
If only
one
powerful service delivers our media to us, or promotes everything all
around us; then
it is slanted and crooked,
as human nature simply insists that this be so! Nothing can remain
mother ******* honest when ONLY
ONE power and source is driving the entire mother ******* markets,
and you all know it out there! Mountainpen
speaks only the total goddamn truths about this.
Also, now I know how all of these products and services that use
my songs
and rip
off
all of my *******
copyrighted ****
without compensating me, as the copyright owner at all, not ever; is
all being done.
With only one advertising system or agency that lays behind the
entire mother ******* dirty deal; this explains how so many widely
diversified products and services, from car
dealerships on the Treasure Coast
of Florida, to bars of goddamn soap; are
all involved.
Nothing else can possibly explain away this monstrous new behavior of
all of this new
aged Reaganomics
based, totally crooked capitalism!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of
this **** is because of President mother ******* Ronald
Reagan,
and his dirt bag totally evil
monstrous Reaganomics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IPYT. As for me, give
me the old hippies sixties days of love, peace, and flowers.
You can totally have this entire mother ******* new age horrendous
rotten generation, and evil times straight
out of the gates of Purgatory's DOGTOWN,
OLYMPIA,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
Politicians
are totally worthless, rotten, and crooked.
So is American business enterprise and all of mother ******* ****
eating WALL STREET. I
once loved Wall Street,
the American
business system,
the Republican
Party,
and the entire
American deal;
that is back
when things were fair and honest,
or said again totally correctly, before Reagan and his goddamn
Reaganomics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody in this entire ******* nation was
more loving and desiring to be a part of the system.
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT we
all know it not only suddenly changed,
but changed for the horrible stinking worst, never even looking back.
Well, at least those who are around my age, and who don't *******
insist on wearing
blinders, or rose lavender shades
over
their eyeglasses!
There is no turning things back, and the only thing that can send
**** back to the good old days, would be another middle
nineteenth-century solar event, where Apollo-Lucifer spits out a
Berny-'HUUUUUGE'
solar flare
storm at this planet, sending us back into the old days again. Who
can ever know? It could happen, and soon. As I said, just really what
do these mother ******* at NASA
really and truly know
about the SUN?
Just why did they send that probe-rocket to it recently? Why do we
never hear jack about the results? An endless YYYYYYYYYY to so many
things, oh well, Ann King Silva; sounds like our government at work,
AS USUAL!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
She
is putting huge knives into your belly, Mark Huntington, that's
where!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
I said back in the older days
B4
the government narc squads,
and
lovely Mizz Murdering Bondi,
took
my
Ativan medication
away from me, LEGALLY;
and as my late POP would use the term so often, “Legal
Thieves”
and “Legal
Murderers”,
when referring to many crooked parts to this American Government; I
also said and “stated”
that in addition to “being
here”,
in 1988;
that there are indeed many wild freaking things that connect my
need
for taking
that wonderful curative
medication,
for a very unknown and totally ******* mysterious
medical condition;
and
I am not going to pussyfoot around,
and
deny that my
DAUGHTER
IS TOTALLY INVOLVED IN THIS ENTIRE
NASTYASS-MESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.
A lot of genius jerk offs out in this world, think they have so much
all figured out, and don't know ******** beer from a can of stale
******* beans. Even
why I talk about the Fascitar is my own bizz,
and
I never told all of the YYYY's behind it on any blog,
despite
telling a lot.
Even down to who it was that fate or RAW was behind transferring
this data to me, cosmically speaking,
is my own bizz. Even my great marvelous sixth cousin four times
removed thinks he knows, and I promise him, no sir! We left things
right there, if you remember, and now it is later on, so we will pick
up on ****; folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe a lot of you have
figured out some
wild **** about me, my mom, her shipping company, the music industry,
the family, all of it; or
think
you have.
Just like I know some have it all worked out about me either being
totally whack, retaliatory, or doing my legitimate best to get all
the answers that are being kept from me, because we all know that the
great wonderful awesome congressman, is
not the only one who worries about me telling powerful **** about
powerful peeps, especially my own goddamn family.
I am on deaths door, and will not last the year; so
why would I want to make up all this ******* ****?
Think about that one seriously people, before you come to that ******
up judgment, please. Then try this one. Study
the way people with mental illness speak over long periods of text
such as my blogs. None of them make sense for too long.
I
will give you an example. This example will be in yellow highlight.
Here
I am people, Joe Ho, and it is a hot sticky evening in Florida. The
day was pretty much without incident until my nabes from hell struck
me with banging doors, while I was attempting to watch the news on
television. Later things calmed down, and I decided to blog. Oh those
wild hamburgers and fries, they really can make the room go dizzy and
purple, along with the day sweats and the freight trains.
Folks,
this is what happens to those that suffer from various psychotic
features in the family of schizophrenia.
No
matter how
far out
my stories may seem, my
mind is clear,
and I am not deluded, imagining things, hearing or seeing things, and
along that line.
But you all go ahead and believe whatever makes you happy, as I know
Patty
Hollister
stays happy, as does the AT&T peeps from 1983, like Miss
Blake and Mister Rambo;
told about so often on my now nearly ten year long blog project, kind
folks!!!!!!!!
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.
Thank
you for translating the
great flower song;
Joe Flash Berrios.
But
why after that did you damage my automobile,
and secretly bug me and record what I said; as Nate the Resident
Manager told me he saw you do, in late 1989, or early ninety
thereabout? What gives here, 'my bratha'????
Yeah, I'll say brother
any way I want to. My father's great great grandparents were from
Johannesburg and Lisbon; so I cannot help it if I am the whitest
looking N in the world; Lenny jit bag McKinnon, old pal; from all
planes!
'HIFISAF'
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
FROM
CHAPTER 103
NOTHING
IS EVER LOST ON THE NET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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JIMMY YYYYYYY, WHY DIDYA TELL ME THESE 1984 THINGS, BRO? Maybe some
employee in the United States Copyright mother ******* Office knows
the magical answers here, and then again, maybe not; Warren and Peggy
Rowboats from LBI, NJ, USA, ESMWG!
Well
kind Sheriff Mascara
of Saint Lucie County, Florida, USAESMWG,
sir; I AM UNDER A REAL MOTHER ******* PICKLE JAR HERE. This is in all
**** chewing honesty, just about the worst bear and assault on my
life now, since the late eighties, and into the early goddamn rotten
**** sucking mother ******* nineties! This is absolutely no
exaggeration, kind sir! IPYT!
I'll
be discussing some real heavy ******* **** on
this **** huffing goddamn blog today, on this 21st
day in mother ******* November of
Twenty-Eighteen, on this early
horrendous **** chewing Wednesday
MOUUUUUUUURNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Again, I'll Promise You That (IPYT)! We'll be getting into some real
mother ******* RED-LINE
CROSSOVERS on this one, great
peeps; so if you're not fully ready for a total full earshot, and
along with a FULL MOUNTAINPEN BLAST
of really incredible and wild **** huffing bull ****, then either
switch over to the 'NEXTBLOG'
right now, or just put off reading any further until you get some
coffee, and maybe a few ******* milligrams of Valium or something,
YO! One of the things to be more than just touched on will be the
various factions and groupings of the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY, as well as many of the goddamn mother
******* ramifications of their twisted diseased evil ****, that they
love to endlessly pull with me, the
MOUNTAINPEN!
We
will get into the MEDICAL and ELECTRONIC
factions of the ESS, as well as the FINANCIAL
and EDUCATIONAL factions. We will also
be exploring quite a few topics
and tid bits of nasty whittle informational
secrets, and closet hidden practices; that lay all around
this ugly mother ******* total ass mess. The
gloves are coming off today, SHERIFF
MASCARA; and I highly
suggest that you do your damn best to have
some police and deps looking out for my safety, as I
have legally left in places for authorities all over the world to
absolutely find on my death, many extremely unpleasant items,
that will range from causing major damn embarrassment of many
powerful and intermediately powerful people, all
the way to totally ending many careers and lifestyles of many
many mother ******* people, who I personally
and very strongly feel and totally believe, HAVE ALL WRONGED
ME IN MANY WAYS FOR A VERY LONG TIME, ALL OVER THIS
HORRIBLE GODDAMN WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is no
goddamn threat. It's a goddamn absolute
promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
we even get a tiny bit into all of this horrendous goddamn **** kind
folks, let me tell you some of the mother ******* total **** sucking
**** that the MOUNTAINPEN is enduring, during this monstrous mother
******** THANZ-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE that
quite literally began as 2018-SUMMER-SIEGE, and has just
kept right on going and merging and blending right into each mother
******* other, YO BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
First
off, for a solid week now, MY TRI-AD NUTCASE
NABES here at my PH Building, have been on a STEROID-ROLL,
with their annoying ILLEGAL-GUESTS,
that do nothing but yell, and slam, and act crazy as all ******* dog
****! I've had two electrical cut offs,
two television plug interferences,
months of major health and bowel assaults on my
body, causing me continuous mother ******* major **** sniffing
diareah; and just a few hours back late
yesterday evening while attempting to fix my goddamn dinner; the
WOMO
blew out my mother ******* microwave oven, and there is a
lot more to much of these things; and we will most ******* definitely
be exploring all of these details, as this goddamn *******
blog continues to progress along, me peeps!
Now
for a few ******* ass details on the above reported items folks, and
believe me, you can polygraph me fifty times if
you want to; FBI, Fort
Pierce Police, Florida State
Police, Attorney
General's Office, Sheriff
Mascara; any one of you. NOBODY
CAN MAKE UP CONTINUOUS STORIES LIKE THESE,
OVER AND OVER AGAIN. If you
credit me with skills on that kind of a level, maybe I really should
be sending you letters of great thanks for the ultimate literary
complement. I promise you, THERE IS NO
WRITER ANYWHERE, not even Sir
Conan Doyle or James Patterson,
who could endlessly keep writing things like my
Morianity-Blogs, NOT FOR THIRTEEN
STRAIGHT MOTHER ******* YEARS. NO WAY JOSIE GIRL,
NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!
To
begin with some details now, both times that I posted on my blogs,
over the past couple of weeks now, about TV
being about the picture, and discussing the episode with
my mom's old coworker's friend, Shirley Alva
and the connections between her, and that horrible monster *******
electronics repair shop that told her that she
was “the devil”; THE
HALLS-FAWCES OF THE ESS, STRUCK ME with their
TV-VIDEO-PLUG ASSAULT.
Somehow this mother ******* plug in the television circuit, has
been mysteriously damaged by them, so that whenever “THEY
CHOOSE” to **** with the ****
sucking goddamn thing, THEY CAN,
and indeed, THEY MOTHER *******
DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both
times that I posted that part where I discuss on my blog, how I
didn't care about whether the sound on the TV worked or not, 'since
TV is all about picture'; these
HALLS-FAWCES-ESS
(ELECTRONICS FACTIONS)
screwed with my hacked-plug. Now this has been taped in place
with duct tape, and has held for many months, until
recently. Now all over again, and
ever since I discussed that assault on me by these twisted sicko
mother ******* scum sucking slime filth; it has started up again.
There is no normal human way
that all of these types of endless persecutions, could be this
successfully carried out on me, for well over three decades of time
now, if this was all being done on
some totally human-only level.
I know it, the air force knows it, and probably NYC's Professor
Michio Kaku knows it, along with the great David Childress who
narrates many great TV shows on the History and the Science Cable
Channels, knows it as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
So just who is fooling who; Mizz Donna
Stars???
As
for some details about my Walmart bought Microwave
Oven: I purchased this great item at
my local Fort Pierce, Florida Walmart, back sometime in the year
2011; after moving into this PH Building within several months.
You may say, it is time for this to happen. This is called the
“What's
my
excuse”
famous line, that the great and totally ****** evil 'MILI-2-FAWCES'
use and have used for 32+ years against me now; ONLY
I DO NOT BUY INTO THAT DAMN BULL ******* **** FOR
ONE
GODDAMN
******* MICRO
MINUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This microwave is cleaned very well after every single use, and is
not used that often; nor is it abused, or has it ever been. The
person at the Walmart told me, if I clean it, and use it carefully as
well as somewhat sparingly; it should be
good for a solid decade, even though there
is always a maximum two year warranty on just about any electronics
product that is sold in this country! Also, I know about
“planned obsolescence”. I was
taught how this evil thing is applied by capitalists, when I took a
business type of course at the Cooley Hall,
and my teacher was Mister Daniel Mackey.
This is the class where the dude who became the big cheese in the
government, and ran the entire ******* Federal
Communications Commission for quite a few years until
recently, Mister Bob McDowell; was also with me in that particular
class, taught by the teacher Mister Mackey; who when Bob would act up
quite often in his class, would then proceed to say to him, as well
as the entire class for all to hear, “Someday
he'll grow up and be a man”. He quite obviously did
just that, and very successfully may I add
here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But
none of these wild things are some random
coincidence, and IPYT,
me kind peeps, and me unkind peeps 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now
as far as the microwave oven
being wiped out; just wait until you hear the
story of how this connects into a very frightening
dreaming-interaction NIGHTMARE
that I had back early on Monday afternoon. Also, it connects
into something that happened just ten minutes or so, before this
actual occurrence; and let me tell you all about this item first,
before we proceed into the wild discussion of that powerful mother
******* nightmare, that I had, shortly before I arose from my sleep,
early two afternoon's back.
I
was hand writing a few scribble-notes for doing this very blog, my
wonderful blogaudians; and I was making a note to discuss Mister
Cooley Hall High Hell
Educator (teacher), Mister Count Von Richard Lennon
Marcucci, as well as the
nineteen-sixties that surrounded a lot of heavy ******* stuff that
all merged into my time when I was in Mister Marcucci's classroom at
Cooley Hall. I was going to tie in how Ronald Reagan ruined the
entire ******* world forever with his goddamn
miserable monstrous rotten “Reaganomics”,
that replaced the hippie-60's love generation, with the generation of
endless greed and crookedness, and a time where hard working people
in this rotten ass country can no longer just work real hard and then
invest their money into Wall Street, as was the original
idea OF WALL STREET, more than a century ago; and how he
worsened many things forever, and even worsened the practices in
business, one being PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE,
and I swear to all things both holy and unholy, that I had just
written that little crib note down for a later blog, and then I went
to fix my din-din a few minutes after I was through making these crib
notes, and
POW, I turned on my MW-OVEN, and it ******* blew up,
and now for THAT MAJOR MOTHER ******* STORY, STRAIGHT OUT OF THE
GATES OF DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
was a very powerful “nightmare”
as most human beings label these experiences. As you all know quite
well; MORIANITY considers
“DREAMS” of all types, to be no
different than our waking life. The same brain is merely
tuning into different parts of the fifth
dimensional hyperspace of virtually unlimited parallel
universes, that occupy this unfathomably large area. I
was working as some weird kind of a part time under cover agent with
the FBI, imagine that, in the Cherry
Hill, New Jersey, USA area; and it all began as an
extremely mysterious layered dream, that was made up of numerous
vivid parts that I don't need to get into now, since that is all
outside of the point that I want to make about
my micro-wave-oven blowing up on me last
night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After the
FBI part of the dream was over, I found myself with one or two other
dudes, and we were in some car, and driving along a very
heavily wooded road. Houses were on the left side, not only along the
road, but layered deeper inside the wooded area; and it was winter
time, and I could see the surrounding area quite well, without all of
the foliage being on the trees. Now the right
side was just pure deep forestation. Suddenly the dude who was
driving this vehicle, abruptly wanted to stop; and
he said that we should walk into the woods, and maybe we would meet
the 'visitor'.
I was totally clueless to whom he was referring to, or better said,
'my hyperspace DOPPELGANGER'
was clueless. Still, I followed along,
and three of us began walking deeper into this heavily wooded area,
after pulling the car over into the grass so that it would not be on
the road, and before we then exited. We walked perhaps close to half
a mile, and this seemed to be along a very narrow pathway that for
the most part was in a straight line. We then came to a tiny
clearing, but a lot more woods were ahead of us beyond that clearing,
and heavy woods seemed to go on and on all around us on all sides.
Suddenly a noise began to emanate from only the gods know where. It
wasn't really loud but only a stone deaf person could have missed
hearing it. Then this totally weird 'thing'
proceeded to come out at us quite rapidly. It stopped directly in
front of me, and I became absolutely and totally frozen up and
incapacitated. Then this 'thing'
touched me, and his head literally joined my head, and we were
almost the same height; perhaps I was a couple of inches shorter than
this 'thing' was, at most. THEN,
this horrendous brilliant green
groupings of bizarre shapes and disjointed illuminated images, began
to just be inside my brain. It was the most horrible
nightmarish experience that I ever had, AWAKE OR MOTHER
******* ASLEEP! NOW THE MOTHER ******* KICKER is that the MICROWAVE
OVEN, when I went to hit the
5-minute button, to warm up my goddamn ******* dinner; made not only
the very exact same sound that was heard when this 'thing'
first approached us in those **** eating goddamn woods, my kind
folks, YO, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT,
the images inside the oven were also the precise ones that I saw in
this fiendish nightmare, straight out of
mother ******* HELL!!!!!!!!!! The only difference is THE
COLOR.
In the nightmare, it was a very brilliant
green color just like bright green tall blades of grass.
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, in
the oven in waking life, several hours back; it was a gold color. Now
that is wild enough. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT,
the same exact images were being made,
right down to the centimeter, and THAT SAME
HORRIBLE SOUND, only yes; I will admit one other
difference beside the color; and that is, the
loudness. In the oven, it was twice
as loud as in the mother *******
nightmare!!!!
The
EDUCATIONAL
FACTION
of the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY, is quite
incredible, and beyond unfathomably powerful. As most readers, and my
blogaudians know only too well; even
great rock stars who never graduated from their high schools, DO
NOT HAVE HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMAS. Ask your fave star, peeps;
and hope they tell you an honest truth. You see I know a lot of them,
and I know my facts! I on the
other hand, was GIVEN A REGULAR
HS-DIPLOMA
from my local town high school, the West Collingswood High School, in
Southwestern, New Jersey, in Camden County. So why do I
keep making such a big deal over this, you may be wondering?
Well, if something is done to me, good or bad,
that is so unusual
that even great rock stars
cannot get that same kind of curb-service, well; YOU
TELL ME HOW POWERFUL ALL OF THIS
******* BULL **** TRULY IS, YO!!!!!!!
Then
we can discuss Mister Sidney Mirrors Cohen
Crown; the man whom my wonderful mom was dating, back in
the days and times that I was in Mister
Marcucci's great and powerful NON-OZ
class, or maybe, 'YES-OZ'
would be way more freaking appropriate! This
entire mother ******* deal is straight out of that long
weird hallway that Dorothy
and her friends all walked down, in
OZ; am I really so mother *******
incorrect, kind and unkind folks, YO???????????????????
Without even touching Mister Ciprionni, or Mister Marcucci for right
now; let us move ahead some months, into the autumn in the year of
1970, and skip up to the great and powerful
MISTER DAVID
LEIGH
SMITH!!!!
I
went to the Cooley Hall, and was in Mister Smith's class, after the
previous school year, and having the great
NON-RUSSIAN-LENNON-MCKINNON,
as my teacher. Now it was the totally
mysterious Mister Smith, and the great philosopher, who
insisted that “mathematics is totally
impersonal”. Yeah, sure it is, DLS!
While in his class, I had my bicycle kept on the Cooley Hall grounds,
two days out of the five school days of the week; when
I would go over in the afternoons, to another even wilder, and even
way more mysterious school, up north just a ways on Kings
Highway; from the Cooley Hall.
If it ever did have a name, for reasons that completely elude me
right now; I never knew it, or I sure as all **** eating hell have
totally forgotten it during my entire adult lifetime, and remember
folks, I RARELY EVER
FORGET ANYTHING,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This other nameless school had some
machines and some technologies
that STILL WERE NOT AROUND AT THE
END OF THE
20TH MOTHER ******* CENTURY.
I am not making this story up, and you can mother ******* polygraph
me twenty-nine ******* times over, FBI,
Sheriff, or
anyone out here!!!!!!!!!!
AND
THIS WAS IN 1970!!!
Mister
Smith made lots of wild
statements that have made their way into very recent
present times, right here in the great 21st
century. He told me once that my classmate Chuckie
Sakers was “SET UP TO FAIL”.
Let's talk about just one out of about ten
cool things, that I could get into with that whittle
******* bit of major ****; Mister wonderful James
Newagefather Redfield!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW THAT, YO! The great and gorgeous
lovely Florida Attorney-General, Mizz Pam
Bondi, for starters, my BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! All
my goddamn adult life, I was prescribed a wonderful
medication called ATIVAN.
It was given to me, and it worked.
This is what medicine and doctors, and the medical world was
originally all about; helping people to feel
better, and to live longer and more
productive lives; and once upon a mother ******* **** eating
time, doctors even listened to their
patients!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT,
this all changed under the **** huffing
wonderful dirtball REAGAN'S,
and their stupid ass mother ******* “WAR
ON DRUGS”. I'm not
mother ******* saying that there is nothing to this, but I am saying
that when that **** totally interferes with the health and the proper
care of patients, SUCH AS MYSELF,
who was on this medication from July of 1983, through December of
2014; and then abruptly “CUT OFF COLD
TURKEY”, while doctors, and Pam Bondi's other puppets
of HER PILL MILL HATERS
CLUB, had the attitude of, “We'll
put you in the hospital and let you get sick, and if you die you
die”; and that is a direct quote, OH
WONDERFUL SHERIFF MASCARA, from my then doctor, SCHORR,
here in Fort Pierce; practicing with that scumbag Doctor
Shareef, or however he spells his screwed up name; working out of
that horrible 'Hotel-California
check in, but not out, hospital', here in town; known as Lawnwood
Regional Horse-Pistol!!!!!!!!!! Yes friends and fiends,
Chuckie Sakers, AND MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, BOTH, were “SET
UP
TO
FAIL”,
and without any other outside mysterious forces in NYC,
or in the world OF ELECTRONIC DEVICES;
SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Every
possible part of human life is totally covered by the great and
powerful EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY!!!!
They don't miss one mother ******* **** eating goddamn trick, YO,
IPYT!!!! NOT A ONE. Not by a long-shot,
Mister Perry White! Electronics is a major part of the
humanity equation, ever since the great 20th century began
taking off, and move ever closer to mother ******* 'doomsday'. Every
day is always one day closer to doomsday, because sooner or later,
our sun will blow up, and burn this planet to a ******* cinder.
You know folks, earlier this year, the great and powerful non-OZ-NASA
peeps; launched a rocket
to go to the sun. Check
it out online if you don't believe me ladies and
gentlemen, butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, here's my mother *******
question? Why do we the citizenry
never hear anything more about **** like
this? Do they know that PERHAPS SOMETHING HAS
GONE WRONG WITH THE GODDAMN SUN? They
sure won't tell you or me,
if they know anything like that, and folks; IPYT one right
here and right now; with
or without the great lovely 'L&O' Lieutenant
Anita Van Buren!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was a young boy, the
sun appeared to me in a very powerful
interaction, and was crying. He said to me, “Mark,
I won't be around that much longer”. Was this just
another one of Mountainpen's crazy whack job nutty
ass dreams??????????????? Still folks, we'll
get back on point now, with the topic of the ELECTRONIC-FACTION,
of the ESS,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This world got a whole lot crazier
as a collective race of entities, after the invention and wide usage
of RADIO. Any mother *******
statistician who's worth their salt in dog **** also knows quite
well, that this same worsening of humanity's total madness, increased
after the next invention of this ESS-FACTION, television.
Then again, things got far crazier still, after wider usage of
computers, and then crazier still
when they all hooked up together and became the internet.
Then as if things could not possibly get worse and yet nuttier still,
along came SOCIAL-MEDIA. This got
big around the time that Treyvon Martin
was shot and killed by that nutcase trouble maker Zimmerman.
From here, things have turned into what you all see around you; from
Washington, DC, and all over the entire mother ******* globe. So, can
it get even worse? Stay tuned, as Morianity
plans to share a whole lot more on that little bit of
stinky ******* dog ****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!
Shirley
Alva; the friend of mom's shipping company coworker, Mizz
Jane Davis, from the good old brotherly love city, and
great Philadelphia. WOW
THIS! Daughters who are somehow lab-technicians, when we
expand reality into the fifth dimension.
Powerful connections into things that go back
into 1979 and 1980, regarding what I jokingly either referred
to on my electronic-metaphysics tapes
with Professor Theodore Jackson, and NYC-tycoon Mister Shorty
MacInvondi; or to a few acquaintances from my past, who I trusted,
and maybe shouldn't have, as the 60th
dimension; need to be further addressed right about now.
The huge part of all of this lies in an experience that I had while
residing at a home that was owned by a man
who was straight from hell itself, and who put me through hell cubed,
Mister Richard Dirt-Bag Karpf, of Cherry Hill, New Jersey.
I went to sleep one night just as I had done
for more than thirty years of my life back then, in the month of
August, of the year 1986; and my
entire life altered as a result of what happened mother
******* next, before I awoke to face the very first day IN
ETERNAL HELL.
The Atlantic City Medical Center,
as it was called back then, in the year of 1986; was major involved
with all of this, as was a lab-technician;
but the story does not end there, it only
begins there; and it morphs into pig **** so horrific that no
words could ever even come freaking close, to properly
telling this story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
when I got up this afternoon, and went over to my window to look
outside at the weather, as I normally do shortly after waking up, and
taking a goddamn piss, and grabbing a whittle something to drink; I
observed a very curious and spurious individual, driving
in a mid to dark color automobile, that I believe was a four
door type of sports car. Sheriff Mascara
sir, here is some information for you, kind sir! The time
was approximately half past four in the afternoon, yesterday, kind
sir. This would be Tuesday the 20th
of November, kind sir. It was a young slim appearing AA male,
car occupied once, and he was driving southbound down 7th
Street; and he made a left turn onto the street outside of my window,
and then proceeded to turn left again, and into the public parking
area across from this PH Building, where many people do park and then
go into some kind of building, that is off to the east, beyond the
parking lot and small park surrounding it. He parked and appeared to
shut his car off, but he looked directly up at my apartment, and then
he instantly appeared to put his car back into gear after turning it
on again. He drove out after making a complete park in a spot that
faced my apartment perfectly. He saw me looking
back at him, and this seemed to make him decide to leave at once,
kind sir. But this time, instead of driving back on 7th
Street heading northbound where he had originally come from, he
crossed over 7th Street, and then proceeded westbound and
up on Avenue B. This seemed
very strange behavior.
I know that if some police person were to ever
see me do this type of maneuver with my vehicle, I would be stopped
for an ID check,
and some basic questions.
Just wanted you to know about this; me wonderful kind
Sheriff KJM, sir!!!!
There
was definitely a movie that was being advertised
somewhere, back about one or two months in time, as movies normally
get advertised on television; by the great
gang of Hollywood. It was about
Mister Trump's presidency. This movie has vanished into the same
misty ******* moonlight of Steven King's great one or two 'Gs' fog
of Littletall. No one seems to know
what I'm even talking about. Have I been
moved again, 5th
dimensionally? Hey, it's happened
before, and we all remember, or HOPEFULLY
some do. You know, the great mysterious Incollingo's
Grocery Store of Egg
Harbor City up there in Jersey, with
those vanilla
verses chocolate
cup cakes?
And right in that very same time circa with those ******* cup
cakes, was my automobile registration.
I am indeed being moved around in the 5th
freaking dimension, AND I KNOW IT!!!! Then recently, maybe
within a month of time or less, some mother ******* total ass-wipe on
TV, who should have had his facts straight before saying what he
said, definitely said that the guy running for the Florida Governor's
seat, the Mayor of Tallahassee, Florida,
Mister Gillum; married Diana Ross's daughter, Tracy. This
made me look like a ******* asshole,
when I blogged stuff about his “mother in
law, DR”.
I am starting to see now just how real
TRUMP'S FAKE NEWS
**** is really getting to mother ******* be,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry for the damn ass
confusion on this issue, on my prior blogs; me peeps.
WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
For
the great human invasion
to take place, the Astral Plane Gods and Goddesses need to have a
powerful tool; not only for the times that were primitive,
where they could fool us with their parlor tricks and claim to be our
GOD/GODS, me wonderful peeps; butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT,
in our more advanced times as well. Even with the recent
advancements in so many things here on
this Earth Planet; not a mother ******* soul is one bit
receptive to the ultimate truths of MOUNTAINPEN'S
MORIANITY, and its teachings regarding their
incredible tool and weapon, that delivers ultimate stealthy
effective control over this world's entire freaking
population!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just sit in here, and to quote my
great old fart father from 1976, “shake my
head”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And
what is the name of that tool? The ESS!
Yes,
the ultimate human invasion, THE EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY, and their
wonderful and quite freaking ass effective faction, or part, or
chapter; the ELECTRONICS faction.
Yes folks, WOW THIS!
I
can speak about lots of mother ******* things, me kind peeps. If
you don't wanna listen or believe the poor old MOUNTAINPEN,
then I can talk to you about anything ranging between Nancy's noodle
knockers, to Gloria's golden goblets; and
nothing will matter. Still, I DO PLAN TO
KEEP RIGHT ON ******* TALKING, AND RIGHT ON TELLING! So put
that in your bee buzzing bonnets from here to Freddy's
fake fish farm, YO. The true connections are
all inside our own heads, and only top genius computer
geeks or some of them, fully grasp this truth and reality; and
perhaps some very high end Quantum Physicists. The
rest of you out here are beyond totally clueless, and just
laugh and scoff at that whack job nut case Mister Mountainpen. BUT
IN THE END, those who laugh
the hardest and the loudest, will cry
the hardest and the loudest. IPYT one, me wonderful peeps. Either
you, or your descendants will, as this WILL
absolutely freaking happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
then with all of this ESS bull **** out of the
way, just why did so many things that happened to me since
I left Cooley Hall, all really happen? Do you honestly
think that answers are that easily forthcoming, just because we
eventually begin arriving at a few big truths as to the mechanics of
things that lay behind those GAP
OZ-CURTAINS? Boy oh boy oh boy,
do I wish that it really worked out like that, me peeps.
No such mother freaking luck, YO. Seeing these truths merely allows a
lot of otherwise huge deceptions and delusions, to be lesser
amplified. Knowing the things that I do, simply tones down the
incredible total covert stealth, that would otherwise be all
encompassing; and with no hope whatsoever of any light ever being
shed on any truths. The people in the psych industry insist on seeing
things according to what they have learned in college, taught to them
in rote, by professors, and books, and perhaps now, with the
computers too. Still, propagating falseness just leads to endless
nonsense being spewed out all over the goddamn place. Think about it
for a minute, and you'll not be able to help seeing that I am
correct. I can show you proof of things
that people simply insist CANNOT BE REAL.
Why did the great disco queen Donna Summer, mention me on three
separate songs, in 1982 with the signal from my fast erase tape
system, in 1989 with the HH Apartments (Haddon Hills) dream about all
of the other times and places being only dreams, but this time I
totally know that it's real, and finally in 1993 about “MY”
messed up mind, really Donna girl?! Well, she
was sure correct about the cats and dogs and kids thing, and I'll
admit that I was not always a loving person, and she did
indeed tell me things that edified me in the long run, and for that,
I'll be endlessly grateful to her,
and wish her only the best back
there in the great ENDLESSNESS of PURGATORY!
Hey, why did Karen Carpenter leave
this world for that same wonderful purgatory, right
after I left #1802 Robin Hill Apartments, for
134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG,
on 2-1-83? For that matter, just why
really, did my daughter's doppelganger
go into that laboratory technician, from my
throat specialist; back in 1984? Folks; living trapped in
three tiny dimensions, will never produce accurate answers, and THAT
MUCH, I DO KNOW FOR TOTAL CERTAINTY! Only
a 5-D viewpoint and perspective, permits me to see at least
over the heads of many mighty giants who all came and went, before
me! People have the idea that I am guessing my old school-mate from
Cooley, Russ Thaxton, mostly share. They think that a person is able
to escape things by traveling in miles or time.
If a hell around a person is large enough, I know for a fact that it
swallows up things such as distance, and time, and yes,
EVEN DEATH. Do you have a better
explanation for why I am here physically,
after dying twenty times, and I mean
dying; not some near experience to
dying, butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
goddamn totally dying, YO???????????
You can argue with me until you're blue in the face, from over eating
Patty's pumpkin pies. Reality won't ******* alter as a result. I
have died OVER AND OVER AND OVER
AGAIN so why am I not dead right
now, YO BRO???
Maybe
we need to examine lots of goddamn things for a short whittle time.
It totally seems to me that I was not the only
one who wondered about the great lab-tech from 1984. Even
BonJovi's 2nd
cuzz Tony, and his faithful Avalon employee Ryan; knew there
was both smoke, as well as fire,
in all of this. I know that my fave TV-law show was wondering too. I
mean hey, if I can't put together a thousand unmissable damn clues,
then I need to go back to grammar school,
and sit around on the swing set with the little rug rats, munching on
Tasty-Cakes! Still, I don't know why the ESS
does this. I do know that there are so many vigintillions
of parallel worlds, that all anyone has to do to win
the Powerball Jackpot, is to buy any number group at all,
and then find a way to take that over to one of your hyperspace
doppelgangers living in a parallel world that matches
the numbers that you bought. I say this only to
make the point that there are so many
worlds in hyperspace, and so many
endless possibilities in the entire mix of fifth dimensional
interaction; that no computer, even if it was the size of a thousand
entire galaxies; would be able to make any real absolute sense to it
all. The gods cannot even do it for crissake,
me peeps. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
you can freaking damn ass bet your bottom dollar that they
really enjoy PLAYING
THE
GAME, as this
game distracts them away from the most horrible thoughts that
would otherwise begin creeping into their awareness, or mind or
whatever; and that is the hopelessness
of endlessness.
You as a human being, think that this would be wonderful and
terrific. You need to carefully and closely
watch a particular TWILIGHT ZONE
episode with PIP the
afterlife-guide, who takes this really
bad crook into purgatory, and after a
while, it dawns on him, that no matter how wonderful it may be, the
endlessness
will crush you like a trillion
******* tons of bricks falling onto your goddamn
head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The gods know that they
must distract themselves away from this awareness of
endlessness,
by creating this incredible EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY,
and coming out into this nuclear dream of hyperspace; and doing all
of these things, and a countless mother ******* zillion
other things as well!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's
another really good one for all of you today, me people. There was an
actress back from the days that my mom would call, “Old
Hollywood”, by the name of
Heady Lamar. I may as usual, with
my poor spelling skills; be slightly misspelling the name of this
once great actress. The time circa was the
forties, and this was a woman who lived back in those days,
when like it or not ladies out there, women
were either nurses,
secretaries,
or housewives,
basically. Susan B. Anthony may have
given women the voter rights, but that was that. Women were
not inventing wild 'ELECTRONIC'
gismos, as this just wasn't any part of reality; from
hockey sticks to voice-print matches! Yet this wonderful
marvelous and super gorgeous actress lady, invented an incredible
device that I saw in a parallel universe, even before I became aware
that this great lady invented this mind bending 'RADIO'
device, right here in my waking world
reality, or “this universe”, where
I exist physically in this body. What it does is allow many
more bandwidths of old style radio, to carry many more stations
inside it, and thus program-information; and this
was used in World War ll, and the Army and the government
tried to steal her great invention, but she eventually was awarded
what she deserved; and did a major part to help the war effort.
People don't know these things, and I didn't either. It wasn't until
one day about a year ago give or take some months, that I was
watching one of her movies on the 'AMC',
or one of those movie channels on my
Cable TV System, and afterwards; the
announcer and narrator comes on to discuss various things about the
movie, as well as those who acted in the
films. This radio jumped frequencies, one to another, and
the actual transmission was based on an
exact rapidly jumping scramble of the numerous frequencies
on the radio band, and naturally increasing the possible amount of
bandwidth by leaps and bounds. This was not ever used in peace time
after the war, or at least not to my knowledge.
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, there is indeed
a powerful parallel universe connection to this lady, and this
wonderful invention of hers. It is
way to complex to even begin tackling all of this for
right now on this blog, that is already on page
number 44, on my open office system. WHAAAAAA!
No
people, Reaganomics and President Ronald Reagan, were very
unpleasant
and dark days
in this country's past. The pubs know fully well that
Reaganomics and their
trickle-down junk, DOES
NOT
WORK, but they do their
best to keep trying to endlessly fool the dumber people who don't
know how to multiply double numbers together without a Walmart
freaking calculator. President Reagan ****** up
the entire world when he was elected in November of 1980, and
was in office from January 1981 through January of 1989.
Then to make **** even worse, the PUB-RULE went on another four
goddamn years with his vice-president, asshole
daddy-BUSH. Say what you want to, anyone of you damn ass
buttwipes; Mister Clinton was the greatest
thing to ever happen in this country. If he had not come
along, we wouldn't even need **** head Mister Trump, because we
already would no longer be AMERICA,
and would be under total dictatorship
martial law!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, that will be coming
after January of '25 any way, so
goddess help us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the great
wonderful love generation of the hippie sixties, was
rapidly replaced with the 80's monstrous greedy generation
of scum bag yuppies, and other New York dirt
bags! No more rewarding a hard working man for doing what
the gods put us on this miserable ******* world to do. We
try and invest our hard earned money in that crooked post Reagan Wall
Street, and they steal and cheat it away
from us. WOW, what a wonderful mother
******* country this is. Don't rollover in your **** chewing
graves, old 7th great grand-pappy, Samuel
Huntington. You and your pals, the other
founding fathers; you might as well just
enjoy the endlessness of the purgatory,
and forget all about this horrendous screwed up place,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
OPEN COMMAND, G-7.
WHOEVER
IS SCREWING UP MY ENTIRE LIFE AND PERSECUTING ME TO MY GRAVE, WITH
NUMEROUS TYPES OF ASSAULTS, IS TO BE SCANNED
FOR TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT,
DESTRUCT; ON ALL GENERAL AND ALL CODED GENERAL
ORDERS. USE BOTH 'AD' AND 'ZD' TECHNOLOGIES. MAGNESONIC, ON AN
'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, YOU WILL
NOW HAVE YOUR 1983 AT&T OLD STYLE PHONE-TONES DATA TRANSFERRED,
INTO LONG-EEEEE VOWEL-SOUND PRINT, WITH
THE RED PRINT FOR THE 'A'
TONE, AND THE BLUE PRINT FOR THE
'B' TONE.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, UNDER SPECIAL ORDER 18, AND
STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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