BLOG 66 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

BLOG 66 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

NOVEMBER 12, 2018, 8:25 P.M.

I would be kidding the population of the world if I did not tell you that I am one totally mother fucking pissed off person right about now. When I am absolutely pissed off to the tenth power on cunt eating steroids, yes, I'll be swearing. If you have pussy-sensitive ears, poor babies, then read some other poor old schmuck's blog then!

The past two blogs, this one and the last one; my great marvelous wonderful Federal Bureau of Investigation, and my pal Mister Mueller; HACKERS ARE STARTING TO SCREW WITH MY COMPUTER AGAIN, after a nice whittle back off for a while, so whatever you and me local whittle sheriff were doing; I'll be needing challs to start doing it again, YO, and many many TANKS, so KABOOM!!!

Hey, I don't totally know who is doing all of these things to me, butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT how bouts you and me try exploring and poking around a little, and see if we can't get some of those doors to open, that the great LORD JESUS CHRIST was referring to almost two millennia ago. So to begin our poking and seeking whittle journey here, me kind whittle folks, and big ones too, such as Hilton Beach Sharon and big buxom lovely blond girlfriend back in early 0898, we will begin this conversation with a very powerful truth. Some kind of mobsters own the casino world, and we all know it. I also know that this new age mafia is not limited to one wonderful sweet kind race of folks any longer, so let's get that caveman philosophy thrown out the door right now. Do they control other business operations and other corporate and Wall Street connected stuff, well, you would be awful goddamn naïve to not believe that, peeps! Starting with that mother fucking WASHCLOTH-NIGHTMARE dreaming-interaction, while I was staying at Chill-mo Tom Reale's Ventnor, New Jersey home, on Cornwall Avenue, from 24 June through 12 July, back in the year of 1970; this was about a group of frightening power hungry weird bizarre people, who somehow communicated telepathically with me, calling themselves, “THAT-FAMILY”, AND IF ANY NIGHTMARE DREAM EVER CAME STRAIGHT OUT OF THE FUCKING CUNT GATES OF DOGTOWN (HELL) AS YOU WOULD CALL IT, THEN THIS ONE IS IT, MY BRAHHH! This one fits all of the clothes on the cock sucking rack, BRO! This one wags the tails on all of the dogs, and a zillion other things that someone like the great and late Mister Rod Serling might introduce in his unmissable narrations and similar fashion, before one of his fantastic television shows begin. One of these bastard fucking snot swallowing turd eaters shot me in that wild experience, and then proceeded to remove my lungs on some operating table, and replace them with weird looking washcloths. For anyone, a nightmare like this that was major vivid and realistic, but here I am alone and all by myself in some big-ass scarey haunted type house, and the age of fucking fifteen years, YO. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, this is only opening the door a tiny crack. Paula King and Sarah Callio and Robert McGuire were not even getting started with me. It is not like I could just fucking cunt hop aboard that public bus on Arkansas Avenue in Atlantic City, and go home to my apartment in Oaklyn, called the Dellway Arms, on Oakland Avenue. These mother fuckers never ever gave up their monstrous evil satanic grip on me, and had plans to induct me into their group of CAPTURED-WHITE-SLAVERS sex-workers, that is not only still ongoing today, but is fucking major ass flourishing all throughout the cock sucking miserable ass globe, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They even tried to grab me up during my employment at the printing shop in Westville, called MARS GRAPHICS. This happened after work one late afternoon, while I was over at the Haddonwood Health Club. This mysterious fucking place is so full of powerful Harry Potter type wizardry, and secrets beyond anyone's fathomability; that I would not even know where to begin going further right now, with all of this horrible fucking ass shit, YO! The casinos of Atlantic City were fought against hard, when they tried to work their way into town, mostly from New Jersey churches, and their church leaders. They were doomed to fail, as they were fighting the fucking gods who ARE THE ESS, or who control the fucking thing at least! The business and investments chapter of the Exploratronic Supermind Society (ESS), is one of many factions or chapters, and I've fucking discussed all of this, and will be again, and getting way further and way deeper into shit, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!! IPYT.

When George Belton introduced me to the game of Roulette, in early December of the year 1982, and during my last two months at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, before moving into Jerry Pliner's rental home at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG; I immediately began noticing that I wasn't fucking imagining that the people who were running these goddamn fucking rotten horrible cheating casinos seemed to know me, and knew all about me, and the only way for this to have happened, is for those who knew me to have ratted me out to them. The entire entertainment world is connected to the casino world. It's all one and the same thing, just like Superman and Clark Kent for fucking crying out goddamn loud; and a child with a runny snotty nose can see it, all the way from Trump's nose to his coke suppliers and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even though the boxing bouts and the recording artists and the comics and all the shows and everything is indeed a part of the casino world, these pricks had to tell them about me. But who told those pricks? Just what did the fucking cock sucking entertainment world really know about me, and my late and Great-Aunt, Mizz Alice Gallagher, of Chicago, and then later after marrying my mom's cousin Herbert Huntington's son Arthur, and moving with her hubby, into Braintree, Massachusetts? Just what did they all know about me and my glandular fucking problems, and my parallel universe laboratory-technician daughter? News travels fast in certain circles. Two places that it moves at just under fucking cunt light speed, is in the circles of shipping, and the circles of anything connected to entertainment, and yes by the way, the shipping industry is very connected, or was a lot more, back in the day. No matter how we slice shit up, as soon as I used and applied the wild powerful method of parallel event technology to the outside bets on a roulette game, I WAS FUCKING TOAST. The only way to keep someone unable to win, and wipe their personal magnetics totally out; is to persecute and harass the poor pathetic fucking bastard slob, day and night, year after year after year, until they eventually just go nuts and commit suicide, or end up confined to a mother fucking prison cell or mental institution, YO! This is what I am and have been fighting, kind Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, sir; for a very very mother fucking long time, kind sir; YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!

Trump is just a large piece in this casino jig saw puzzle, as he entered the Jersey Casino market in the early spring time in the year of 1984. But him and his dirt bag pal from Vegas, Steve Winn, knew all about me. The one parallel world where there is no trump, I am a huge successful owner of a multi-billion dollar land management organization, called Starburn Outreach Development, Incorporated, SODI for short. When I visit this particular world, I am punished severely when I return, for even daring to interact over there. Remember the fucking ESS is everywhere, that is what the ESS does, they travel. They literally are NO-HOMERS. They're not homeless, they're ultimate travelers who DON'T NEED A FUCKING HOME. The whole goddamn mother fucking thing is theirs at their beckon call for fucking crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Since ROULETTE has seemingly caused my entire life to be wrecked, ruined, and wiped out, by these vicious criminal fiends from hell, I will tell you that there is an ultimate system that will cause tables to close down. I only discuss it when I am really totally fucking pissed off, and it is not the magical knowledge that was given to me by the Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis, that day in early 1986 in my fucking bathtub, at the Highview Apartments of Williamstown. It is not the roulette system that I copyrighted in the early nineteen-nineties either, that many of you know about when I used to post up the long list of copyrighted fucking shit. It is sort of like that system, but it is not quite that complicated, nor does it require a bankroll minimum of tens of thousands of dollars to play it. It cannot be played by the tiny little cheap pikers that come to a casino with a few hundred clams in their wallet, either. It requires pretty close to five grand to safely play it, and it must be played where the table minimums and maximums are not extremely rigid and stringent. The reason these minimum-maximum limits exist, is to protect the casino business owners from systems such as this, and they can always see you coming and close down any table you play at over and over, and even ask you to leave their establishment, I believe it is called 'banning'. Any business may ban anyone at any time for any reason. Just as any of us can say to anyone who is not an authority with a valid reason to enter your residence, that you may not come into it. This is all part of those basic rights provided to law abiding American citizens, under the great Constitution of the united States. So, I am not saying that you can go borrow five fucking grand from Uncle Harry Snotface and run to the casinos with what I am going to tell you, as you will be eventually stopped. Still, they don't like the information to be given out, and when I have enough property damage done to me, on top of endless months of persecution and mother fucking death siege; well, this is when I do things like this, and tell shit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just to fucking retaliate, and do something to them that they totally fucking deplore, it goes like this; but before I get to it, I also will admit something to you. The regular system that I have been using, while paper-playing with it, for about six months now, CRASHED TODAY, and I fucking knew that it would, because no system can stand up against being NEGGA-MAGGED! When the mother fucking enemies persecute and destroy property, and flood me out over and over; this brings down a person's ability to normally interact with a cosmic luck balance. This is done by them intentionally, and I do plan to get an expert eventually some day, and prove this in a court of mother fucking law, and sue them all for many many many billions of dollars for wiping out my entire life that I cannot ever ever fucking hope to get back, as it is gone forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And my blog almost was GONE FOREVER, and if I did not hit my CONTROL-Z command, it would have been mother fucking lost, kind Sheriff Mascara, and kind FBI, and kind Mister Mueller!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is so simple it is fucking ridiculous, but you have to have some serious pocket change, and you have to know that sooner or later, you WILL BE STOPPED, even though you are not technically cheating such as card counting in the game of BLACKJACK. I played seven games today. They all lost, and three of them were other systems that were used years ago, good ones, that is until they crashed during intense fucking times of MAJOR DEATH ASS SIEGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT folks, all seven lost games won small fortunes on what I will show you. I was just waiting for enough fucking shit to be done to me because of this cunt huffing goddamn election bullshit, and to have this make my newest system crash, and I already had this planned out, to fink to the world about this wild simple system. Not all tables will allow INSIDE ROULETTE bets with enough range to play this, and that is exactly why they keep ranges within constraints that avoid just this type of system attacking their fucking games. You need to be able to bet a minimum $7, and also be able to bet a maximum of $125, on the inside numbers on the layout cloth. When this is not permitted, many table in Atlantic city have ten dollar minimums that allow maximums all the way to five hundred dollars for betting on inside numbers. But then they can cleverly raise those minimums to $15 or even $25, and claim that the table is a higher-table. Now at a $15 table minimum, and a $500 table maximum, for placing inside bets on the individual numbers; you are safely within the ops range to apply the system, but all they need to do is get wise to your system from observing you play long enough, and suddenly, those exact levels will be replaced with other ones that won't permit the system to properly function. Still, if you could play within the needed range, you would be able to play roulette two days a week, every other month, and half a lot of leisure time to live like a very wealthy king. All you are doing is making three bets at level #1, three bets at level #2, three bets at level #3, and three bets at level #4. Whatever your first level bet is, or your (initial bet), you play the multiples of number '5'. This would be 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, and 35. Your second level bets are five times as much as your first. Your third level bets are twice as much as your second. Your fourth level bets are five times as much as your third. To show a quick graphic so you don't see it as real complex as it is not, your 12-bets on all of these seven inside layout numbers, are as follows:

5-5-5-25-25-25-50-50-50-125-125-125

When you win a bet, you go right back to your first of these 12 level bets. When you lose a bet, you progress to the next higher level. Should you lose the entire 12, you go right back again to the first level and repeat the process. The average win amount, based on the nickel play scale, is just over 100 nickels or $504.58. When you lose the entire set of twelve on a nickel play level, is 123 nickels on all seven numbers, or 861 nickels. These losses do fucking occur and would not make a player any money, UNLESS, said player added one more ingredient into this system that none of us like, “HOMEWORK”. Instead of just using the multiple of number 5, you can choose any 7 numbers, and with a simple formula that I have already discussed, the odds are greatly improved when you begin to see that you can make a list of all numbers that come out, take them back home with you, and feed them into a program that is designed to locate mathematical divergences where any seven-grouping of numbers will move up and down along very long-term predictable lines on graph-paper, as to when it is time for one grouping of these numbers to come out, verses another grouping. But in order to know, you must not fail to continue compiling your numbers, and feeding them into your system. But all of that is done in the quiet and privacy of your home-office. I do not expect a huge bunch of peeps are going to do this. It is easier to go buy a fucking small franchise and when it grows, sell it and move onto a bigger one, until you have a few McDonald's or some such shit. Casino life sucks a fat prick, it always has and it always mother fucking will, and I hate those evil rotten mother fucking scum bags from heredahelda.

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