MONDAY,
DECEMBER 10, 2018
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82 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
“BBBBBBBBBBE
CAREFUL”, POOR PITIFUL
PATHETIC MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR,
AND
NON-PAULA KING!
Yes sir, kind Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, wow am I under a death
siege on this tenth freaking afternoon of December in
twenty-eighteen, me friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All afternoon DOOR
SLAMMING, low flying private airplanes around my building, and middle
sized thumb-butt chemtrailing, aimed straight at my windows and
coming out of my northern skies. They are throwing the whole mother
******* persecute Mark list at me today, sir,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shirley
Alva and Jane Davis,
as well as the Throat Specialist
of 1984; wow what a damn trilogy from
hell, folks. Obviously, when I try and get any justice for my medical
related issues, THIS IS WHEN THE
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, who are AKA
HALLS FAWCES;
really pour it on me, at light speed ******* squared, me
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is always
as dependable as Swiss time-pieces. Yes
sir kind Sheriff; less than 24 months to go for me now,
and as the late baseball fan and narrator, Mister
Harry Kallis would say it so damn ass well, “I'm
ouddahere”!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
me trusty upstairs pricks are starting to bang around. As I said
folks, this is, and has been, for the better part of a decade now
here at this Park Terrace hellhole Building; MY
TRIAD NABE SITUATION, or (TNS)
for a shortened abbreviation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For
reasons that so far folks, even my greatest and most unrewarded
efforts of super-sleuthing, is unable to get fully to the goddamn
bottom of; which is MY JUNE
4, 1983
HEALTH ASSAULT
ON ME by the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES,
while residing at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG;
appears to be part of gargantuan sized ultra-hyper conspiracy that
perhaps is on an inter-galactic or multi-dimensional level, and when
things are in magnitudes such as these, trust me peeps; you're just
totally mother ******* screwed! I know that my family situation, as
was all foretold quite mysteriously by a Mister Camden, New Jersey
resident, James T. Burr; was a 100% correct and on the money, wild
prediction, premonition, or whatever word or words that anyone might
ever choose to give all of this nightmare ******* hellishness!!!!
People don't come along every day like those in my family. We all
know it, and you can all laugh and deny it, and call me a huge sicko
with a zillion mother ******* psychological delusions. Maybe that
makes the general population feel better. I know that it would have
most likely done a much better job for poor old ex-coworker Roadway
Security Officer, Mister Joe Paget!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So can we find
some new territory and pathways, perhaps much further along the
beaten bush track, of this June-1983 nightmare, and its seemingly
endless and relentless effects on me throughout the rest of time and
life? I think we can trudge along for quite a ways yet. Yes people,
I'm indeed still having my nightmares about being in that physical
locale in northeast Philadelphia. And yes, all sorts of super weird
stuff is always going on. I could tell you some hyperspace
experiences that would blow your minds from here to mother *******
Timbuktu, yo!!!!!!!!!!, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let's go
with that, shall we me peeps out here? The largest connection and
there are dozens of connections people, believe me; but the largest
one does not make its way into the mix until a solid quarter century
later in the same approximate calendar time in the year. This is when
I fell asleep one night while living over at the number ten trailer
at Jenny Plageman's trailer park, and had this wild dreaming
interaction where my daughter had somehow taken me to a house that
was a medical office, and that she was there due to some mysterious
condition. You all know what the **** is being spoken of here, and
that I must not get overly specific and blunt, so as not to cross
over the great RED LINES. If this had been all there was
to it, it still would be beyond unfathomably powerful,
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT folks, come on now, gimme' a damn ass
Margie 1985 bwake, willya? This house was where I then shortly
thereafter, came to reside in with the distant
cousins, the great KING CLAN. I was literally shown
the future, and on top of that, Mister
Charles Delaware Tate and Mizz Pansy
Charity Trask Faye, of the great television sixties show
called, “Dark
Shadows”, Sir
Count Andreas Petofi and king of the I-Ching travelers, AKA the ESS;
but then we all come to learn that indeed, there really is some kind
of weird something that is happening to 'us' both, medically. If I
get more specific, I'll be in RED LINE HELL,
and you all know it, so I'll do her another favor, and not discuss
alligators or this subject any further, at least for right now. But
Sheriff sir, this persecution needs to back the mother ******* ****
eating hell off of me, or I WILL GET A LOT MORE SPECIFICM and damn
the mother ******* dire consequences and grave dangers that await
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I should be used to things such as this by now,
huh Mister former ADA Ron Wirtz Senior, of the Camden County
Prosecutor's Office, up in Southwestern New Jersey??????
People
can insist all they want to, and I know that they are wrong.
They tell me that I am a paranoid lunatic, with a zillion damn
delusions. Well, as Mashell Daniels said in
1980, at the RPL Sound Recording Studio Laboratories of Camden, New
Jersey, USAESMWG; “I am entitled to
my opinion”, and of course, so is everybody else. But in
absolute truth, we all are under the same, whatever you may wish to
call it, deal; and that is, none of us are
entitled to our FACTS. I feel that I have presented lots
and lots and lots of very great arguments, and even many facts, that
are just about 99+% beyond anyone's power or
ability to dispute. To me at least, the items in my Morianity
are absolutely irrefutable. So now I am going to present the newest
deal that happened to me over the weekend, and I want you, my great
Blogaudians; to take what I'm about to tell you, and
compare it with my most recent blogs concerning the “MEDICAL
INDUSTRY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I say some things that these dirty rotten mother ******* bastards
don't like, poor whittle babies, and POOF,
they have to strike me immediately back, with
their famous never ending persecutions and harassment's. Call
what I am about to say just another coincidence, and you know what
folks; you could be totally correct,
BUT; you CANNOT be right if you insist
that all of these countless and never ending
relentless coincidences, are not making up this indisputable
pattern of the quintessential “being messed with” syndrome.
Not and be correct, anyway! So here it is in a goddamn nutshell, kind
peeps! I went to my local pharmacy to pick up
some medications that I need in my feeble old age, and then I
also mentioned that I would be back several days later, around the
end of the week, for my anti-anxiety meds. If I
had not spoken up on this issue, I would be out in the cold without
my medication, and nobody at all would care one tiny bit,
AARP, Senior
Citizens Committee groups, or
whatever/whoever
out here who just may care one tiny mother ******* iota, about how
this particular senior is being treated, or
maybe a more descriptive term here would
be, “mistreated”;
my kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The counter lady told me that
there is a “shortage” of my
medication, AGAIN. This is just another of half a
dozen times or so now, where there is a
SHORTAGE on some medication that I need to take. This time it
is my anti-anxiety medication, and as I said,
I had just blogged a lot, about my
story, which totally connects into why I need
to really take this medicine, and how over the past four
years, I have been all but cut off of it, just trying to even get
what the doctor orders; is one mother
******* major **** eating hassle after another!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now there are three different strengths of this particular pill, in
milligrams, one half, one,
and two. The
one out of these three that I am on, the (1Mg)
tablets, are for some spurious and
outlandish reason, in a shortage. There is no reason for a
shortage. We sent mother ******* people
to the goddamn moon half
a century ago, for Jesus crissake, and you
want me to believe that someone is not screwing the **** around with
my goddamn asshole?????????
So now, I have to get in touch with my psych docks in Vero Beach, and
tell them about this; and have them either rewrite me in the lower
dosage pills, and have me take twice as
many, or the higher dosage pills, and
have me take half as many. Either
way, it is a major mother *******
hassle that I don't need, and there is no logical sane
reason for this to have happened; and I do not buy into this crap for
a damn ass second. Well folks, I called my psych doctors up in Vero
Beach, Florida, USA-ESMWG, earlier today around just shy of ten of
the clock. Tomorrow when the doctor is in, he will hopefully send in
an order for the one half mill strength and I will be told to just
take two pills instead of the usual one. I asked if they knew about
the so-called medication-shortage. They of course, 'told me' that
they did not know anything. Maybe they were being truthful, and them
who can ever know, Mizz Copyrighted Breath Echo tapes of past decades
resounding from a long time ago? Ziggy Malyeska said it all to me,
back in the summer time of 1969. He said, “You
don't know
nothin'”. I'll be goddamn go to hell, Mister John Marion
Wayne sir, if he wasn't 100% correct, and totally absolutely on the
$$$$$$$$$!!!!!!!!!
Jane
Sleaze-bag Snot-Disease Ballparkattack missed me, HA-HA-HA, or
as the somewhat unpleasant teenager, Mike
McNulty, said so often to me, at the great and powerful
Church-Farm
School, back in the autumn of the year 1971;
“AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!
As
stated in my previous blog, and it has not changed one tiny bit,
“First off, I despise all of the entire system. I despise poverty.
The entire system that we all have in post Ronald Reagan capitalism
is stacked 100% against just about anyone at all now”. But
the real **** that was not liked and obviously caused me my newest
'medical issues', is this whittle tidbit morsel of dog dung!!!!! This
is the so-called wonderful and free nation that many or most of you
out here believe that they are living in.
TEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's
another whittle morsel tidbit of horse **** that is very much a head
scratcher, unless what lays underneath your
hair is as dead as your carpets. During that wild Christmas
party at that medical research institute place where I did janitorial
work for the contractor, Mister Berny
Derakowski; and was told by two doctors who had a bit too
much to drink, all about using
very young blood
to transfuse older
bodies, and thus rejuvenating them
to youth again, after a couple of years; just what if after
they sobered up; they came to realize that they released some highly
classified medical information to the lowly
'TPB' non-lightning janitor? Only readers of my great
1994 book know what's getting mother ******* said there. Aniwho, and
moving this right along YO; just what if they got together, just like
towards the ending of that fantastic Sharon
Stone movie, “CASINO”,
and had “THAT SAME TALK”, or maybe
the mob is connected into the medical industry; hey after-all,
everybody knows about the music freaking
industry, for Jesus Christ's sake,
heaven forbid, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes peeps, you heard me
right. Just what if they had that talk, that in
the movie, ended with that nasty scene in the Vegas desert,
only with me, and knowing about my dirty little trash can habits;
they simply arranged for me to pick up some
horrendous medical virus? First off, if this is all real, then
this is why, “MISSES
MOHR,
HE DID NOT THINK THAT MY THROAT WAS
MY PROBLEM”, and also, this is why nobody has ever,
ever, in the entire medical industry; attempted to properly treat
me, or help me; and they basicly are sitting
around and just hoping and waiting for me to mother ******* die
in endless agony! This would also explain why many powerful, and very
wealthy politicians, are involved in the mix, such as the TRILOGY
FROM HELL, TRUMP-SCOTT-BONDI;
as I discussed on several prior blogs, YO!!!!!! Think about it!!!!
So
here is my next revenge of rat-tat-real football tattle tailing, from
the 2006-2007 days of earlier
mother ******* MORIANITY!
Ever
wonder why I hate reptiles, and that miserable dirtbag heliomonster
that Geico Corporation advertises with, and that I must suffer
with down here, in wovewee hot Florida; lurking around every single
Bella Lugosi tree and bush?????????? Nothing
is happening for no reason people, and about two weeks or
so ago, when I had that major wild hyperspace experience, with my
older daughter, and another person, and myself; and we
were all on Starburn ODI Property, at the headquarters somewhere in
the great state of Pennsylvania, and my state of birth as
well, yo; suddenly after grabbing two somewhat sizable boxes of
exotic cheese of some kind, the great Mariah
Carey who we all know and love so well, said to me, “I
need for you to do me a favor”. This
favor was to stop discussing
alligators and reptiles in general,
and complaining about them so much, as after-all, it was me who chose
to move down here to this wovwee place! Before going on with
this, I do love sea turtles, and this for whatever reason, is my so
called, “exception to the rule”,
pertaining to my hatred of the reptilian
world. I never told this to my daughter, let alone to any
of my Blogaudians, but here freaking
goes. When I used to have those powerful nightmares, while
residing at 125-A Haddon
Hills Apartments, in Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG,
about the “Shadow-Monsters”;
there was another part to it, that was nearly as frightening as the
rest of it; and this was how they would always begin. I
would hear that horrible alligator sound like a loud exhaled breath
that literally almost uttered the words of gloom and doom, as if I
had already stuck my goddamn head into its mouth. Then this
huge gator would appear, and he would talk, and he would tell me that
there is no way to ever get away from the
“SHADOW MONSTERS”. Even though
they appeared as large shadowy humanoid figures, large in height that
is, and not in girth; they too made
that horrible alligator sound continuously throughout the mother
******* nightmare hyperspace experience! I may have only
been a child of about age ten or so, and it may be about fifty-four
years or so later now, me wonderful peeps;
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT folks,
IT IS AS IF ONLY ONE DAY HAS PASSED FOR ME SINCE THESE HORRIBLE
TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would run from house to
house, and this nightmare went on and on; and then it would repeat
almost every other night or so for months! I was begging for
help, and then a lady would always come up to me and promise to help
me and tell me to wait right here while she would always go into
another mother ******* room. Then, she would come back out as ONE OF
THEM, and the chase would just keep going mother ******* on and on
and on and on and on!!!! Oh well, with my daughter, it was her
magical strobe-light toy and the stair-chases that followed. With me,
it was these horrendous nightmares that just would not do a Margie
1985 Leo with me, and CUT ME A DAMN
BWAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Naturally this would be the
mother ******* time for that rotten nasty-ass
Mizz Jane Sleazeweeds Pukedisease, to mother ******* nail me
with her goddamn ***** chewing ONES-ATTACK on me, with that goddamn
ass PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN BULL****!!!!!!!! Allow me to ******* ****
phlegm rape, pweeeze me kind folks, yo. TANKS, and BOOM!!!!!!!!!
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Even
that great television movie from 1997, “Contact”,
if we truly are looking for all of the James
Redfield synchronization's here me folks; and despite a
slightly varying spelling of the old English word, must see how alien
contact, as well as the name of my apartments back at age ten,
seemingly are again, “two worlds that
collide”. I indeed do not ever just say things such as, “Oh
that is a coincidence, or that is just a random chance, or wow yo,
what an interesting set of circumstantial circumstances”? No sir,
and no mahm, I cannot afford that luxury of being that gullible in
the wild bizarre seas and storms of cosmic life, while being bashed
about like an endless freaking ass yo-yo toy. You know peeps, I also
have discussed cumulative numeration. You know, add numbers such as
one and two and get three, and then add one and two and three, and
get six. Do this all the way through number 36, and we get a powerful
biblical symbolic number for pure evil, the Satanic Demonic
Apollo-Lucifer Himself, actually, our great close star in the
heavens, or our SUN. The bible does refer to Him as the Morning Star.
I doubt the Bible is referring to the pulsar giant, Hydroglacia, as
Morianity calls it. Yes, 1+2+3+4 and all the way up to +36 does
indeed equal 666. But here are a few other cumulative numeration
values that Mountainpen's Morianity finds vely vely intelesting,
Mister retired old pal from Cooley Hall, and ex-FCC Chairman, Robert
McDowell; and here is the list. On a later blog, we can further
explore why I say that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
4=10.
10=55. 21=231. 33=561. Yes, we already did 36.
There is a lot more to discuss, and IPYT me peeps, yo! The last group
above is a really wild Masonic truth, as it
discusses Jimmy Leeds Jerseydevil Road, as well as a
powerful hyperspace towel-effect reality called the
Harborfields Detention Center of Egg Harbor
City! All events in the cosmos, whether limited to 3-D or
expanded out to the fuller 5-D, Mizz McCoo; seem to be just as Mister
Spock said on that fantastic Star Trek original television show
episode, called, “City of Forever”; moving in some kind of
“currents, eddies, and backwashes”. This would further explain
the powerful decades-long Egg Harbor City dreams of schools, as well
as the incredible and awesome hyperspace experience that I had while
residing at Jenny Plageman's trailer park in Mullica Township, New
Jersey, USAESMWG, with the Incollingo's Grocery Store cupcakes,
purchased by me in Egg Harbor City, that day, while with Eddie
Himacane Lynch, and Ann King Silva!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WEEEE,
& WOW-WEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FRIDAY,
DECEMBER 7, 2018
4:19
ANTE' MERIDIAN
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80 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
Pearl
Harbor Day. It is a day that will live in infamy for me, as
well as for the United States Military. For me, it has to do with
what I'll refer to as MY FINAL LIFE'S
NIGHTMARE. This is when the 'Sarah
crap' began, in the time circa where I had just shortly
before, completed my book called, “The
Permission Barrier”. Boy oh boy is the mother trucking
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE AKA HALLS FAWCES,
SCREWING WITH MY COMPUTER AND ME POOR WHITTLE HACKED UP
MOUSEYPOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAA!!!!!
Another
powerful possibility into why this nightmare either began
in 1986, or literally took what was already around me ever
since birth practically, and exponentially freaking multiplied it; is
something called, the Haley's Comet.
This comet whizzed into a close orbit with the
Earth Planet in 1986, as well as on two powerfully interesting
prior occasions as well, and now Morianity feels that the time may be
right for me to further explore this entire matter with you. First
off, for those not particularly skilled and schooled in the worlds of
astronomy; this comet runs quite predictably into this orbit, exactly
down to the days and weeks, every seventy-six
years of Earth Time. Now there once was a marvelous and
extremely talented writer from the nineteenth century, who had the
pen name of SAFE-WATER. Actually he had
the name that meant SAFE-WATER. For
those not informed about old American
riverboats, and the traditions of navigating great
water-ways such as the Mississippi River;
there was a term called marking it safe,
and it pertained to the depths; so as to mark positions for
sufficient depths for which these large riverboats needed to
navigate along, as the shipping in those days was for the most part,
done with them. This writer was on these boats for some time,
and he later used this idea to alter his birth name of Samuel
Clements, to Mark Twain. Twain is the navigational
equivalent of SAFE or of a safe depth. These depth positions were
marked, hence, Mark Twain, or safe water. This great novelist was
born in the early nineteenth century, two Haley's comet visits ago
from 1986. His death happened after he reached the age of
seventy-six, which was the following approach of this very famous
comet, so in other words, he was born under its
influence, and he died under it as well. So he was born
in 1834 and he died in 1910,
seventy-six years later. Then seventy-six years after that in 1986,
I had my wonderful year of unfathomable
weirdness that forever has altered my life, and all of you
may be silently wondering right about now, “okay
Mountainpen, so how the hell are you connecting up anything with
this”? So allow me please to enlighten and inform you of
some of my thinking here. You of course can then choose to agree or
disagree, or any in-between area of gray that you so desire! Yes
before I march along with this beating drum, I
will give my credits first. They go to the fantastic
Public
Broadcasting
Stations
system, where a fantastic documentary
can be viewed on this topic, and I in
fact did so several months ago, and enjoyed
this show immensely. But as with all things in my life, I
will endlessly continue to scramble any and all possible combinations
of ideas and thought patterns, of all things that I come to learn
about; so as to ever increase my range of
possible combinations of items, that may spell
out new truths for me endlessly. This is simply how I have
come to operate ever since the nineteen-nineties, and after four
years or more of this continuing hell around me, that has
mysteriously swallowed up any normal, or even semi-normal life, that
I was once able to be living in! My book that
is Copyrighted in 1994,
called “The Permission Barrier”,
explains all about this, and anyone, anywhere, is absolutely
and totally free, to visit the great Copyright Office, and see this
for themselves. There are no goddamn secrets
in MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY, YO! Secrets caused a lot of
problems in this family. I don't mean the
entire Huntington
family
of course, although there are plenty of them there as well! I
am speaking of more 'recent nightmares and horrors', and with or
without cows,
Kali's,
or Callio's!
Yes they really did leave me with terrible fears, great United
States Copyright Office, just as you heard me sing in my
middle-nineties tunes!
My
previous blog was discussing the Agent Falcon/Agent Condor possible
connections to my 1986 nightmare. There are several quite
powerful connections to the subject of UFO/ANIENS
with 1986 as previously laid out in that prior blog, and now I
wish to discuss some really interesting possible side connections
leading me down the road to the great Mister
Samuel Safe-water Clements of the nineteenth century. My
song about Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the capitol
city of the entire Purgatory, was
written in early 1998, and sent down for Copyright. The great and
mighty Shaniah Twain ripped
off this song shortly thereafter. I have no worries about
making that claim, as it is her who should worry. I didn't wrong her,
she wronged me. The name of the song is “Dreaming
Dream City”. Now I know that there is no relation to the
novelist, because his true name was not Mister
Twain, but was Mister Clements. However,
it is the coincidences and the James Redfield synchronization's,
that we're concerning ourselves with right now. The song was
about HEAVEN, and my experiences there, with the great
Almighty GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE
KRASSLE; and then along comes someone who stole quite a bit of
the melody of my tune, and what name is involved? James
Earl Carter, Former United States President number 39, was the one
who told me in that wild 1986 experience or dreaming interaction or
hyperspace travel, that “I AM DEAD”. I have blogged this,
and told this story, on numerous previous occasions. It's all right
up here online. To be in HEAVEN, quite
obviously, you cannot be ALIVE HERE ON the
Earth Planet, can you? Mister Carter told me this in that wild
experience towards the end of it, as I leaped over the railing of the
Atlantic City Boardwalk and our eyes met and he was standing only
about six yards or so away from me. I hollered out to him, “I'm
dead, Mister President”. He hollered back at me, just as I
was jumping down onto the beach, “I know”!
Yessir, this kind of thing happens every day, huh???????????
Then
there is the great GENE RODDENBERRY CONNECTION.
This is a powerful one, that when added to the other ingredients in
this mix, really does put that delicious icing up on top of that big
wedding cake! There is an episode called, “TIME'S
ARROW”, in the “STAR
TREK-THE NEXT GENERATION” (TNG), show, that
is a really MUST-SEE for all of my
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!! You will only
know why I say this, if you go and purchase it, or do whatever you do
in this new age, to view a video of anything, or get anything. I have
been told that there is nothing that cannot be taken from the
internet; that is if one is smart enough to
know how!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't keep you all dangling completely
however. The great Samuel
Clements is a powerful part of that
Star Trek episode, “TIME'S
ARROW”.
You really do need to re-read this blog, and then get the video; and
then about a week from now, I promise, I will
say a lot more about all of this; along with the 1986 visitation of
Haley's Comet. Even that great old fictional television show,
“THE TIME TUNNEL”,
is part of this mess, IPYT; and I do believe that just as with the
television show, “DARK SHADOWS”,
this show was removed from the airwaves, or at least, one
particular episode was. I can be wrong, and so I said
that I think this happened. I
don't want to be like that butt wipe reporter who said that Mayor
Gillum of Tallahassee, Florida, was married to the
daughter of Diana Ross, and then
I came to learn that that was not true; giving
a bit more credence to the one and only President
DJT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't share his disdain of the
media, but I don't like them; as they are a
major part of the Exploratronic Supermind Society, and a
part that most definitely hates me with
a damn passion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe
Trump is right about another matter, and I cannot believe I am saying
this; me peeps! Trump and the Republicans,
if I am going to be completely candid here. As most of you all know I
am quite sure, they are totally against the medical system that our
previous president, Barack Obama was able to legislate through the
Washingtonian Bureaucratic System, that I shorten into the WBS. I
speak of what you all hear termed as the ACA (Affordable Care Act).
In this system, you have very little choice of who is going to be
your doctor, or do anything at all medically, not if you want the
insurance to pay for most or all of the services that you need. First
off, I despise all of the entire system. I despise poverty. The
entire system that we all have in post Ronald Reagan capitalism is
stacked 100% against just about anyone at all now who literally is
less than a high hundred thousand-aire, or a millionaire, or higher.
That is about 90-95 percent of the American population, and you would
think that numbers would have the power, but there are new secret
ways to keep that reality covertly of course, from becoming
exercisable. I speak of gerrymandering and all sorts of criminal
justice legislation violations of basic human rights freedoms, and I
could literally type on and on for hours. I would not mind a fair and
a level playing field, but folks, WE DO NOT
HAVE A FAIR OR A LEVEL PLAYING FIELD, NOT ONE TINY LITTLE BIT OF ONE,
AND I TOTALLY PROMISE YOU ALL THAT!!!!!!!!!!!! I
would love to pay a million dollars a year in TAXES. I would love to
be a productive member of the American society. I have been denied
any and all opportunity do do so however, me as well as
millions and millions of my other fellow citizens, and 99% of
everyone everywhere is absolutely clueless to what is all happening
around them, nor do they want to hear diddly about any of it, but
rather, they insist on remaining in their blissful freaking
ignorance!!!!!!!!!! I say all of this just to emphasize that I would
love to have given an opportunity to use some of my various talents
to be productive. This was always denied me ever since the mother
******* day that I left the COOLEY HALL HIGH
HELL, beginning at the great all mighty THREE
MILE ISLAND NUCLEAR PLANT when I applied for a position at
a security company in the year of 1979, before later ending up
working at the recording studio called RPL, as a lousy
Tape-Duplicator at a dollar over the mother ******* minimum
wage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to my point about medical insurance. I
am continually and constantly persecuted and harassed. I
was told by my agent who handles my medical needs, Mister
Steve Berner, that if I switched
over to Humana, these troubles would go away, that there would be a
far greater choice of doctors and facilities, and so on, and this was
all another big butt wiping lie. What else is new? Same old
same old! Same stuff on a different day! Shortened to a quick
abbreviation, I may say here, “SOSO-WEIN-SSDD”!
Either said the long way or the short way, it is all the same old
song, and its mother ******* title is called none other than
“REAGANOMICS”! Still and all, this ACA or OBAMACARE, same
difference, is really a royal pain in the dump butt times ten to the
power of sixty. Now the Pubs talk about repeal and replace, but most
poverty stricken folks such as disabled and persecuted/crucified me,
get very scared, as we have to live in those in-between times where
after they repeal the old, we wonder just when and where and how and
all of that, will the new replaced stuff come about? It is not good
politics to ever trust the Pubs when you are dirt poor and very needy
and totally down on your mother ******* luck, kind lads and lassies
out there, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I'm just giving it to you totally straight
******* up, me peeps! Hard punching, direct, honest, and true! That's
how I like it, and it is also how I give it. If you want a lot of
nice sweet sugar coated excrement and lies, MOVE
OVER TO THE LITTLE BUTTON THAT SAYS, “NEXT
BLOG”!
Did
you know that before the early twenty-first century, the
hotel on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, called the TRINIDAD, had
many lovely BALCONIES? They did, IPYT!
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT peeps, YO; when I began discussing on
my blogs about Paula, and her BALCONY STUNT;
all of the balcony's were suddenly removed from this structure, by
the new owners, who I believe were the
SUPER-8-Hotel-Chain, and they purchased the place from a
foreign buyer, who purchased it from the original owners; and
they were called, Sheje Croupa, or let us just say that I
am spelling this the exact way that I
was told to pronounce this. Anyone who wants to verify the
accuracy of these details, can go online
to the architect and city zoning and ordinances pages, and find
out if I am making up these wild stories. It would be
awful mother ******* silly and stupid for me to make up a zillion
lies, that can all be easily checked out
by my wonderful Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's
another whittle morsel tidbit of horse **** that is very much a head
scratcher, unless what lays underneath your
hair is as dead as your carpets. During that wild Christmas
party at that medical research institute place where I did janitorial
work for the contractor, Mister Berny
Derakowski; and was told by two doctors who had a bit too
much to drink, all about using
very young blood to transfuse
older bodies, and thus rejuvenating
them to youth again, after a couple of years; just what if
after they sobered up; they came to realize that they released some
highly classified medical information to the
lowly 'TPB' non-lightning janitor? Only readers of my
great 1994 book know what's getting mother ******* said there.
Aniwho, and moving this right along YO; just what if they got
together, just like towards the ending of that fantastic Sharon
Stone movie, “CASINO”,
and had “THAT SAME TALK”, or maybe
the mob is connected into the medical industry; hey after-all,
everybody knows about the music freaking
industry, for Jesus Christ's sake,
heaven forbid, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes peeps, you heard me
right. Just what if they had that talk, that in
the movie, ended with that nasty scene in the Vegas desert,
only with me, and knowing about my dirty little trash can habits;
they simply arranged for me to pick up some
horrendous medical virus? First off, if this is all real, then
this is why, “MISSES
MOHR,
HE DID NOT THINK THAT MY THROAT WAS
MY PROBLEM”, and also, this is why nobody has ever,
ever, in the entire medical industry; attempted to properly treat
me, or help me; and they basicly are sitting
around and just hoping and waiting for me to mother ******* die
in endless agony! This would also explain why many powerful, and very
wealthy politicians, are involved in the mix, such as the TRILOGY
FROM HELL, TRUMP-SCOTT-BONDI;
as I discussed on several prior blogs, YO!!!!!! Think about it!!!!
THURSDAY,
DECEMBER 6, 2018
1:06
ANTE' MERIDIAN
BLOG
79 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
What
a gosh darn world we all live in. Jeepers creepers, and jeeps and
creeps. 'Boy oh boy oh boy'; Uncle
Wonderful-Life Billy!
I
went over to my local Walmart Store
yesterday, for a new freaking microwave oven, and while there, I
picked up a few towels and washcloths; as this was on my
necessities-list, as well as the darn oven that blew up on me as you
all know, a week or two ago. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Boy are the hackers doing a darn number on my poor whittle freggin'
mouse; lads and lassies! I still have not gone to visit
the sheriff. I definitely plan to do this before the end of
this week however, YO! Bet on that one!
People
all over have become so ugly inside,
and I've watched this freaking trend now for a minimum of twenty
years. Some people still are very nice, and would even give the shirt
off their backs, if they saw someone in big trouble, you know; 'the
hero types' that we all see almost nightly on our local news
broadcasts. Some media stories are real!
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT,
there are also a growing number of simply
rotten people, who you just know in a darn heartbeat that they
think only of themselves, and to them, you are merely in
their way; so get the heck out of it,
and that is what they project like unmissable
psychological projections. If you prefer the newer age term of
body
language, then fine, we'll
call it that. Still and all, you can't miss
it. I won't bother being more specific, and try breaking
down a bunch of junk that went on all day, while out on this
shopping errand. So again with the
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
the black-hat-hacker-scum
screwed with my Spellchecker Program on
my previous blog, as you all know; lots of errors happened. It is a
very necessary tool to have or else your work appears as written by
an uneducated clod from the slums
of Ratville. Hey we all know what's up here. My rotten
enemies do to me, anything that makes me, and my story; look less
credible. Anything at all that they can ever do to discredit me, and
all of the numerous things that I try to put across, so as to
vindicate me from my nightmarish situation; and they will fight me
tooth and nail in any way that they can, so long as it is done
endlessly in the secret shadows of covertness,
and stealth!!!!
Speaking
of these enemies straight out of the gateway of Purgatory's Dogtown,
Olympia; they shot me with some of their
weird 'thumb-in-the-butt chemtrails, and caused me to have another
bad diareah and bowels attack made me defecate all over the bathroom
floor, and toilet seat. I have now taken this late
eighties/early nineties 'crap', LITERALLY, as long as I am
able to, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND
SIR!!!! So I went over to the Walgreen's
store before going on to Walmart, and I purchased some
freaking Metamucil, in a large
canister, that I can mix several teaspoonfuls of this fiber-powder
with some water, and drink it both morning and night, to help me to
fight their vicious attacks. I
have been able to not take Metamucil for about four years, but ever
since Donald Trump set his evil
egomaniac sights on the Presidency;
he has reused this evil parallel-event
technology back on full steroid force, as he had been
doing until a small back off, after I came to
Florida. But then, to quote the great
musical wonder that we all know and love, Mizz
Diana Ross; “Nothing lasts
forever”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
could friggin' get into a trillion and a quarter things, kind peeps
out here; so let us randomly spin the darn
wheel of life, and choose maybe one or two, and write just
a little bit of stuff about them, YO!!!! First off, there is no
mystery behind anything done in Morianity,
or spoken of in Morianity. To
quote the great Marvel Comics character of Clark
Kent, or Superman's alter ego, “The
only real magic is the magic of knowledge”. He is 100% on
the money, at least according to MOUNTAINPEN
and his MORIANITY. All I mean here is
that just as ADA RON WIRTZ SENIOR
told me once, “It's not mysterious or far
out at all what your enemies do to you if and when you understand the
simple science and math behind their efforts”. I never
forgot that statement made to me right outside his office building in
Camden, New Jersey; right before we took a short walk down to the
great famous Aquarium in town
there, and back again to his office. This was done sometime in the
middle nineties, and I won't lie, and say that I remember the precise
date. Some times and dates are only remembered in approximations,
while the majority of the events in my life, are remembered, almost
as if my memory was literally a lifelong tape. This is why I
do indeed make a federal freaking case out of
those times that I fully and totally
know only too well, that my memory had to be somehow MESSED WITH
by the great WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, AKA
HALLS-FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In McGuire's Erin Bar on 10-SC
Avenue, while speaking to Sarah Callio over his payphone that day,
back on 7 February of 1997, was one major time; and then shortly
before that, there was another “doozie-whopper”;
to quote a fine and great gentleman who I'd be more than proud to
call my brother, should the circumstances allow that to be true;
President-44, Mister Barack Obama; when
Paula King Pau001148157-Spellchecker, came to the Highview
Apartments, late in June of 1996 to visit me, and
do a little bit more than that to me. Yes Mister Sam the
Maintenance-Man, and son-of-Sam,
the policeman, over at the local PD
in Williamstown; I'll never ever forget you asking me sir,
who my goddess girlfriend was, back on
that day. My friend over at the records bureau place, who'll remain
nameless; has verified that that car was hers,
Paula's, and not the Copyrighted 'sonGWRITER'
song, Spellchecker!!!! Yes, my 1983
musical project, or one of three done while I was residing in Atco,
New Jersey, at the rental home of Mister Gerald Pliner, on 134 Norris
Avenue; was indeed titled “SAGA OF
SONGWRITER MARK MUD”. Take THAT
to the great Bank of the Universe,
and to all future treasure hunters, and
Huntington's. Yes another 'memory
lapse' is after seeing that wild Throat
Doctor in early 1984 somewhere, in Northeast
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I remember things crystal clearly
until I got into my car to drive back home, and then boom; it all
shuts down like being knocked out friggin' cold
by the great Michael Tyson.
Yessir Mike, you told the world that, “Everybody's
got a plan until you punch them in the face”. I think that
those two previous women in my life thought the same thing, as they
were always threatening to 'pound me up side of my head' too, sir. I
speak of the great Dawn-Marie King and
her distant fourth cousin three times removed, Mizz
Paula King, and then there was indeed Mizz
Mashell Daniels, at the great recording studio called RPL,
back in 1980. I never mentioned Paula's threat, as I never
knew it was Paula before. I still might be
wrong, but it had to be her and her
friends of that scary girl
gang, that I have renamed in my adult life, the
“Quoddy-Mockers”, since they
all seemed to congregate so often in the late nineteen-sixties, right
there at the Saint James Place On-ramp, to the world famous Atlantic
City Boardwalk; and right outside of a special shoe store there,
called “Quoddy Moccasins”.
What happened,
was that I had completely forced
this nightmare out of my
mind, even when I began my
blogging project, back in January of nearly
thirteen years ago now, in 2006. My
mother was talked into allowing her
niece, who of course was my Cousin
Sandra Mason, and also the daughter
of my Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, and
her husband, who was the brother of my mother, my
Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason; to come down and stay with us
in 1967, on a particular summer's vacation, at the 10-SC Avenue
Trinidad Hotel; where if this was “south
of the border, down Mexico way”,
to quote the great old song; this would be translated into the
TRINITY HOTEL;
and she made friends with this dangerous
'girl-gang' that I've named in this 'ADULT-VERSION
of the BOOK-OF-THE-BEACH',
AND AKA IN MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY;
THE QUODDY-MOCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I
do remember that about a year or so into these blogs, I
did remember some of this horrendous event, that I am now going to
revisit upon my heart-heavy blogaudians!
On the middle of this five day-four night stay at this hotel, and
after my Cuzz Sandy had made friends with this
wild girl gang; my mom was going up to the boardwalk to buy a
cup of coffee at the Frailenger's Salt Water
Taffy Store. Sandy had just arrived, along with several of
these giant beautiful teen queen friends
of hers; and my mom said that she would be back in five minutes.
After the door closed, I heard, or am pretty sure it was Cuzz Sandy,
her, whispering into the ear of one of them, something along the
lines of not to worry; as she arranged for her friend Helen
Felkner to be up there, and tell her to have the coffee with
her, at the bench pavilion a block to the south
of Central Pier; as she wanted to discuss a personal matter
woman to woman, about her boyfriend
Ziggy, who was also my beach pal; and whose full name was Mister
Sigmund Malyeska. He was from the country of Lithuania, and I had met
him about a third of a decade earlier, when my parents had moved into
a place in South Atlantic City, called
the Bruce Manor Motel, only a
couple of blocks north of the Bassler home, at 30
South Plaza Place, where Chester Perkowski and Estelle Andersen
Bassler, were most likely residing at
this very same point in time. This is when I was attending the
Richmond Avenue Grammar School, on Richmond
Avenue, and I was in the third grade there. To switch mother
freaking gears here for just a quick butt wiping seck folks; Mizz
Sleazeball Diseaseweeds Jane, just friggin' nailed me with her
darn page eleven of eleven
again, and I do need to compensate for the cosmic-attack on me, with
my counterstriking FIVES,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This
places me ahead now, and onto the next page of my Open-Office
Document of word-pages, YO. Now I will hit my 'make
believe Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason clutch
pedal', and switch this
blogger's gearshift back again; to continue along with this monstrous
nightmarish discussion; me wonderful peeps and folks, yo!
HA-HA-HA!!!! I cannot be 100%
positive of my facts, so I won't claim that right off the bat. But I
do feel pretty dog gone certain. Sandy then stayed out in the
hallway, and the only possible reason for doing that, is
so that she could be the LOOK-OUT
so to speak, just in case my mom returned, and got off of the
elevator. Then should that have happened, she would have just enough
time to warn the girls that my mom was coming towards the hotel room.
Anyway, lovely teen queen Paula,
told me to never ever tell, or else “she would throw me off of the
hotel balcony”, and we were up on the
top floor that year, above the usual room that we normally
stayed at. She literally picked me up and turned me upside down, and
hung me out like a rug, head first and helpless; so that I could have
fallen off of the balcony, and down onto a hard cement driveway;
leading from the Tennessee Avenue driveway, into the hotel, and then
leading beyond that, into the hotel parking lot, that faced the
adjoining street, that was more an alleyway than a street. Paula
then proceeded to have sex with me on the bed, after one of them
drew the curtains closed. I was only
twelve years old. Still, Paula was the most beautiful
giant dark haired teen queen that anyone could possibly ever imagine,
and I was able to perform my manly duties at
this tender age, and within only a few minutes. This is the
very first time that this goddess had her way with me, and
I fully believe that she is really the great
Viqueen of Purgatory, Jewelly
White.
I also believe that she uses a minimum of two
other people, that strongly
resemble
her
physically. I have discussed all of this mess many times over
in the past thirteen years; sometimes in very direct ways during
major fits of anger, and other times, way more quietly; and with
subtle finesse. But then I'll always hear ADA
Ron Wirtz Senior telling me
another powerful thing. He was
mentioning my tapes, that later became
part of the internet world; only there
were many dozens of them, and not just the three of them
compressed into small smattering sections, up
on that WFMU
New Jersey
Crackpots
hate-page. He said, “Mark, you
get your points across”. I had just told him how I
carefully talk around things, but that I try to tie in the stories in
powerful, yet covert and clever ways. Then he uttered his famous
quotation as was just stated above. Right now I
am speaking to the entire people who all know who they are, and that
are behind all of my miseries and woes. I am also speaking
to the powerful forces and people operating
the United States Copyright Office. Also I
am speaking to the federal agencies who not only supposedly care
about people, and their human rights, and basic safeties, and
liberties; but those who protect this entire nation from global
threats. You all know that the MOUNTAINPEN'S
MORIANITY is no joke and no hoax. I may never get all of
my facts straight, but you all know only too well, that I am not
making up all of the hell that has gone down around me, ever since I
not only LEFT THE COOLEY HALL,
but yes, obviously even long before that; and all of my entire
pathetic adult life as well, without relief, or let up, or assistance
and aid in any way, or in any darn manner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
know folks; you basicly have three choices of
belief systems with my story of the past thirteen years
online, and you all have seen it progress, and you all know only too
well that there is not a fiction writer on the
planet who could come up with anything even remotely as
powerful, and wild, and outlandishly unfathomable and inconceivable
as MORIANITY! I don't have to explain that to any semi rational
person out here. Here then are those choices. One
is that I am somehow the absolutely craziest mother
trucker who ever lived here in this entire galaxy, from the beginning
of time, right smack dab through until the end of it. Two
is that some incredible national or global experiment is
being conducted, and a few very unlucky people have been chosen to
participate in it, without their knowledge or consent; and the
reasons behind it may vary from no reason at all, to any possible
combination of reasons imaginable. Three is
that indeed, the Mountainpen has done the impossible, and has
survived an incredible nightmare, and somehow managed to super sleuth
his way into figuring out the existence of the most powerful and
deadly dangerous group of spiritual travelers in the entire
multiverse and beyond, the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY. There is in
all honesty, simply no number four, or five, or anything else.
One of these three items is the truth.
You will make the ultimate decision shortly, or eventually, or maybe
never!!!! How can I possibly ever know that answer, no matter how
much seeking or knocking
that I would ever attempt to do?
Mike
McNulty said it all in 1971, AHA-AHA!!!!
TUESDAY,
DECEMBER 4, 2018
6:32
POST MERIDIAN
BLOG
78 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
Handing
me the business
again,
huh Wolly Cleaver??????????????????????????
Well
then, **** ME!!!!!! Sheriff
Mascara sir, THESE MOTHER
******* ILLEGAL GUESTS here
at this PHA BUILDING, SIR; are horrendous again today, with their
******* slamming of doors, ALL
DAY ******* **** LONG. LIKE
JESUS CHRIST ALL MOTHER ******* MIGHTY, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
WOW would I love to see them all in ****
huffing JAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They bring me nothing but mother ******* noise and goddamn ROACHES,
ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES,
ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES,
ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES,
ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES,
ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES,
ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES,
ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES,
ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, AND
MORE GODDAMN NEVER ENDING ******* ASS ROACHES, YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At
least Diana came back again to revisit
her little persecuted boy (LIGHTNING),
this afternoon, AKA this 'disafsternoon'!!!!!!! My
mother ******* Spellchecker Program
has been disabled by my mother ******* 'black
hat' CUM-PUKE-HER
HACKERS AGAIN; KIND
SHERIFF MASCARA,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Somebody out there somewhere really mother ******* hates my pathetic
guts, Sheriff sir. They just won't allow me to
ever get any mother ******* peace at all, NOT
GODDAMN MOTHER ******* EVER, YO YO
YO YO YO YO, ME BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
matter how many counter-strikes done by my 'MAGNESONIC',
they just won't **** chewing back off of me; KIND SHERIFF, SIR! It
looks like more big ass ******* secrets need to come shooting out of
the mouth of MOTORMOUTH
MOUNTAINPEN, so like
WHAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MIKE MCNULTY, FROM 1971; IN EXTON,
CHURCHFARM DONNA SUMMER, PENNSYLVANIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There was a television documentary, in the year 1988,
shown on the NYNY station WPIX,
that was called, “UFO-THE COVER UP”;
with two narrating agents, Agent Condor
and Agent Falcon. They
said stuff that mirror imaged my ******* problems with this nightmare
******* hell, ever since 1986; right down to the mother *******
tee!!!!!!!!! After they confiscated
someone's camera, when they had taken pictures, supposedly of some
alien or some UFO craft; they were told, and I am directly
mother ******* quoting from this wonderful
television documentary, “If you
ever open up your mouth, we will never give you a moment's peace for
the rest of your life”. This sure ******* ****
huffing sounds like what is being done to me, and HAS
BEEN
DONE
TO
ME,
EVER SINCE 1986. So what happened
in 1986, with me, that in some way, at least to 'THEM'; connects
into this forbidden zone of aliens/UFO's,
or, as Congressman Andrews might put it,
back as a young lad in 1975; “WHATEVER”?
Let's mother ******* quickly explore this bull****; me kind folks,
and peeps of the shamrocks!
I
had gone to sleep early in the morning around one or two of the
clock, on the fifteenth ******* day of August, in 1986, in my bedroom
at that horrible ****hole I was renting, in Cherry
Hill, New Jersey, USAESMWG; from the owner, Mister
dirtbag Richard Karpf, the
quintessential nightmare landlord on mega-steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I fell into the most mind bending lucid dreaming interaction that I
ever experienced in just over three decades of life, as then I was
half the age that I currently am today. I was in a parallel universe
where many things were not only very different from here in this one
where I am seemingly awake; BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, different
from all others, both here, and all over the hyperspace; because
in all of them except for this one,
I am having horrendous rotten experiences and problems; here,
there, as it makes no difference whatsoever,
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, in this one particular locale in the
vast and virtually limitless 5th dimensional hyperspace;
THINGS WERE BEYOND SUPER ******* WONDERFUL AND MARVELOUS, to
quote the mighty King Donald John
Trump. Speaking of him, he
never was Frank Capra James Stuart born over in that universe. Gee,
like I wonder why things were so great over there? Could it be that
indeed, and just as I've claimed all along, and had it virtually
confirmed by a county ADA in the early nineties; I
am being wiped out by this horrible ******* monster? All of
the evidence supports it, right down to ADA Ron
Wirtz Senior, practically telling me that I am not wrong in my
suspicions!!!!!!!!!!!!! And so here I am finally somewhere, by
chance or maybe not; in this universe where there is NO
TRUMP, and therefore, NO
NIGHTMARE ******* HELL
to deal with, 24-7-365.2422? BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT,
was anything about this wild 1986
experience over in that blissful
parallel universe, pertaining to the forbidden
subject of aliens
and UFO's?????????????
Well, nobody can answer questions like these, but indeed we can
always continue to endlessly super sleuth around, and seek and knock;
as was the advice given to all of us, from our God and our Lord,
JESUS the CHRIST (Messiah)!
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG
ALL
MOTHER ******* DAY LONG SHERIFF. I WILL CALL 911 WHEN IT GETS TO BE
MIDNIGHT, AND IF ANYONE DOUBTS THIS, WE'LL BE PUTTING IT TO THE
******* TEST, ME FIENDS AND FRIENDS, AND LADS AND LASSIES, YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
hackers are totally ******* up the operation of my computer,
with various fave-hacks, that they've **** chewing been using
on and against mother ******* me, for decades now, ever
since Morianity began, in January of
2006; SHERIFF KJM SIR; in total absolute
mother ******* violation of my CIVIL,
CONSTITUTIONAL, and HUMAN ******* RIGHTS, as a LEGALLY
BORN UNITED
STATES ******* **** ASS CITIZEN,
ME
BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
getting back to delving more deeply into this UFO-ALIEN-WHATEVER
connection, between this 1986 hyperspace experience or as
my Blogaudians might insist on seeing it, my
wild crazy ******* dream that night; here I was in this
wild experience, that appeared to go on literally for just over 150
days and nights, and all inside of this
'dream'. You know, about two years later, on that
fantastic Gene Roddenberry Star Trek-'TNG'
television show, there was that Russican
non RUSSIAN episode, where Captain Jun Luke Picard, was
contacted through a probe, launched by a civilization that was long
extinct; and this probe entered
his mind, and made it appear to him,
that he was interacting with a life with these now extinct people,
and he seemingly lived there, and aged and grew very old; until he
was the one who realized that he had launched this probe to
let the outer worlds know that they had existed. It was,
as all Star Trek shows were, beyond great;
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT,
this episode was definitely and directly mirror imaging my experience
from about two years earlier, and a retarded ******* child cannot
help but to see that truth. My point is that this was not an ordinary
experience. What if some probe went into my
head that night, making it all appear that this has all
happened to me? For one thing, all of you out here, should that be
the case; are only there, and apparently living
your own lives; because you're
really all inside of my crazy
******* ass hell.
This is sort of what I told Mister Joe Paget
at the Roadway job, back in 2003;
and the poor guy went right into
lunacy-land, as a ******* result. That happened, and that
is all real no matter what else in Morianity, in your opinions
folks; is or is
not! He saw this truth, and he ******* lost it as a goddamn
result, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Then again, there are endless
******* ass possibilities to all of this, regarding this 1986 wild
DREAM. I do know that my life completely
and instantaneously altered, when I
woke up out of that ******* experience. I
was keeping life-charts,
sort of like a mathematical diary or journal, where I rated my
days in numbers, along certain parameters, and then by way of a small
procedure, I was able to get a daily score,
and then all sorts of averages and other **** was graphed and
plotted. On August 15, 1986, my
entire life on these LIFE CHARTS,
suddenly
changed
forever, and nobody on
this planet has an answer, OR
DO
THEY?
Maybe Agent ******* Falcon, and Agent ******* Condor, HAVE
SOME GODDAMN ANSWERS. Maybe they
were the ones who contacted me as the ALPHA-DEEP-SIX,
by electronic mail; back in those days when I did that wild time
bridge song, called “You'll Be Crossing
Over”. Who
can ever really mother ******* know a damn ass thing for sure,
folks? Go ahead and tell me that; if you're so know it all smart;
Mizz Patricia Hollister the
great!
I
am not trying to get all esoteric or philosophical, or pretend that I
know all of the answers. I AM NOT Patty
Hollister, and this is not the late sixties, or early
seventies. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
folks, Jesus Christ all ******* mighty YO; let's play Bob
Schleigh's game, at the Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG
security
gatehouse. LET'S INDEED “BE
REAL”, folks. No ordinary mother ******* dream can be more
real than ten times all of your other dreams put together, and
no ordinary dream can alter your mother *******
waking life from the second that you wake up out
of it. Yes Spellchecker, it is totally *******
outlandish!!!!!!!!! But it's way more than that. It
definitely fits the Agent Falcon/Agent Condor profile for why
things may have all gone down like this. Anyone who follows ufology
at all, knows that huge walls and blocks are real; and that there
is indeed a powerful cover-up of 'SOMETHING'. Just what, my
jury is totally out; but definitely *******
'SOMETHING', YO! For right goddamn now, that is all that
I have to say, but know this my Blogaudians.
We'll be further exploring down this
road, and without any help from my ex-son in law
Nicky, and his magical hyperspace road-trips
through time and hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, my ELECTRONIC
stuff did appear to be able to create “monster-ass recordings”!!!!
Yes
sir, my *****-command will be climbing as the next few days come in,
because,
AIR
ATTACKS ARE BAD, SHERIFF SIR!!!!
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