Journal of my last days in Florida, #12

Journal of my last days in Florida, #12

2:17 A.M., April 8, Monday, 2019

My mother fucking cable-TV froze and went out of service, AGAIN ON ANOTHER EARLY MONDAY MORNING, SHERIFF; and this is at least three times this has now happened on early Monday mornings out of the past 30 day period, and at least five or more times total in the past 30 day period, BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES! This started at approximately nine minutes past fucking one this morning and then continued to fuckup over and over, and just shut off the system and decided to blog. The entire weekend was filled with lots of asshole fucking door slamming illegal guests as well as regular residents here on my floor, and this entire weekend has been a miserable fucking SUPER ASS BOTBAR! WEIN, SOSO, SSDD?

The only mother fucking way out of this is for me to leave this evil empire nation, and attempt to escape to some small nation that is not all that fond of America, and plenty of them are out there, as well as plenty of TRUMP-HATERS, such as myself. I am absolutely positive that he is doing all of this to me, and using PARALLEL-EVENT so that he can continue to endlessly and magically get his way and live and rule as the demonic emperor that he wishes to be, and soon will indeed be. I have told and retold how nothing else seems to fit here, and I've told without leaving anything out, the entire story of my 1986 roulette playing in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and how jitbag DJT fits into all of this, and it dates exactly to the experience that I had at his KRASSLE-CASTLE-CASINO in the summer of 1986. The only fucking problem is that nothing in all of this entire mess is cut and dried super simple, so quite obviously, no explanation is either. Still, for someone who should have died at the hands of these monstrous ruthless scoundrels long ago, I have done remarkably well in explaining this entire fucking horrible hellish nightmare. Still, it is very similar to the scientific community and their lengthy attempts to explain what they label, “The law of everything”. Even they cannot perfectly make shit all fit together just the way that they want to, so please, don't look to me to do a better job than all of them, with all of their resources, power, and minds all colluded together and bent on that mighty and laudable purpose. I do know that it is not paranoia nor is it huberous when I say that enemies in the MILITUFORCE have very legitimate and fixed fears about those like myself whom they are persecuting to death, ever being able top obtain any resources or financial success, and just as strongly as they oppose this, there is also another element in their tower of fear. This is none other that having those like us, put more and more of the jigsaw pieces together, and when they see even the remotest and slightest potential of this happening, they immediately take the necessary steps to avoid it in all possible covert ways, such as knocking out our television service, and ranging from any one of a trillion possible other things that might just lead to this goal. All things in cosmos are connected, and it is not huberous or vanity to know with absolute certainty that if I am viewing something on television for example that may just lead to some new powerful idea that I may get onto and even add to these blogs, then this MILITUFORCE must take the needed steps to interfere. And of course, that they do!

Ever since things turned suddenly from within a normal range, into the lands of pure DOGTOWN ON EARTH, on August 15, 1986; certain powerful absolutes and constants that were totally measurable, were unwavering. Not only did my personal LIFE CHARTS show this to be utterly true and real, but other items also were there as well. A very strange hack happened, and a weird screen came on my computer, that I never have seen before, but I managed to get rid of it, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I will admit that certain other constants were in my life even before the date where I DIED AND WENT TO HELL, LITERALLY, and it is time to discuss a few things, or open up a discussion that will be further talked about on future entries. One of these items has to do with the same old shit, finances, or a lack of them, due to this endless and relentless fucking oppression against me in an organized yet totally covert and stealthy way. I am speaking of CREDIT and having a good rating because three times in my life when I was trying to accomplish this goal, I was totally mother fucking screwed with by the mighty and demonic, sick, twisted MILITUFORCE. John Crowley and the tow-truck was number one, back in late 1979. I have posted information about this criminal on my blog numerous times, but he was not the real criminal. It was none other than the MILITUFORCE and their MIND-CONTROL 34343434343434 shit, that USED MISTER DIRTBAG FUCKING CROWLEY. Then when Mister mobster Steve Fakeyes Winn cheated me out of eight hundred dollars at his GN Casino in ACNJ on Halloween Day in 1983, this led to me declaring bankruptcy. This was also done with MILITUFORCE MIND CONTROL, or why else would this bloody fucking jerk off cheat me out of my money? Then of course in the middle nineties, along came my SARAH-SITUATION, and that led to the absolute destruction of my life and yes, my credit-AGAIN! This was indeed the largest conspiracy yet thrown at me. It was beyond mother fucking totally ingenious, Sheriff KJM, sir, absolutely requiring more mental power than a dozen Einstein minds could ever have been responsible for. Hey, it worked, and I was wiped out and destroyed. But also before there was any credit to be concerned with in my life, were the two other former and original people in my life that should never ever be mitigated in my nightmares straight out of the gates of fucking DOGTOWN! I do not know how to do many things that many take for granted in this new mother fucking digital age of computer and internet-cloud technology. If I did, I would have so much proof to all of my story, and posted up on the system for all to see and know, that this fucking horrendous MILITUFORCE would most assuredly HAVE TO MURDER ME! BUTTTTTTT, big as Buttercheese butt, I will learn, and I will be joining a huge UFO club, before they have a chance to wipe out my life forever, and make all of this horrific injustice merely vanish and disappear into the early morning mists.

MIND-CONTROL is the biggest part of all of this, and even the great fantastic fucking creators of the best science fiction television would agree with my words and this MORIANITY. All I ever did was refer to their great pilot episode that led to the show, with the wild illusion-creating Telosion alien race. I still do not believe in aliens. I do believe in multidimensional planes of the atomic fabric, or said a little bit more simply, I believe in the reality of the FIFTH DIMENSION, and I also believe that Mizz Macoo did not just name her musical group this, back in the nineteen-sixties, by some random coincidence. So if something is not random, am I implying that it must then be within the range of MIND CONTROL? OK, here is where things begin getting complex, and there is no way to stop it from being so. There are no simple ways to describe MIND CONTROL. If I am able to make a change is things around you, I am controlling your mind by some degree, in that I will now make you see things a bit differently, and perhaps live your life a bit differently, as a result, depending on how big the alteration that I am able to make truly is. If I truly were able to go back and remove a teacher that you had in your life, or add one, I am also controlling your mind to some degree. Now putting this bluntly and unpleasantly for any real Syfy fans, no one ever can physically travel through this fourth dimension of time. We all live in three dimensions, hence, we physically are in an atomic agreement with length, width, and depth of space around us. Space may appear to move but we never do. Time seems to change in a perfectly controlled way, but we always see only that IT IS NOW, ALWAYS NOW. This will go on from the beginning until the ending. It is always right now. There absolutely is no future or past, only now. So if there is no past, how can we explain that we were younger once or that a certain building that got torn down was there once? The only way to beat this into anyone is to use rote. It is always RIGHT NOW. The past is all in our minds, and so is the future. It is always right now. But there are some very powerful entities who CAN USE this to manipulate the minds, or control them, of those who have lesser understanding than they do, of these matters. This topic is really where I have wanted to take these writings for a long time now, but it is no easy task. Before I am done telling things and showing things, and proving that these words are true, the FAWCES will have a vested interest in getting rid of me at all costs, and THEY WILL DO JUST THAT, kind Sheriff Mascara, sir! To prove to the world that certain things are not the way we have all believed them to be since the so-called gods put this all here, is not a healthy objective, and as is smoking or excessive drinking, it is quite fucking hazardous to the health. Unfortunately, just living under my Huntington Curse is just as hazardous to the health.

Speaking of the Huntington Curse, I have come to believe for reasons that need not concern anyone right now, that certain things will exempt those in my family linage from having to suffer the affliction upon my death. It won't strike females, it won't strike anyone who has blue or dark colored eyes, and it won't strike anyone who has any blood type that is other than A-Neg. I will add here that I a disappointed but NOT AT ALL SHOCKED, that the Project Bluebook show on TV that ended several weeks back, did not follow up on many things. I figured they would be forced to wuss out, especially on the privecode numbers thing! What was that all about, as it never told details on any episodes, and I did not miss a single one?

No, I did not do any of my musical projects for no reason. Once the eighties came in, I absolutely fucking knew without one shred or iota of doubt, that the only way to have any permanent record of my life and my monster enemies, would be to USE THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE as a time capsule. They hopefully won't break the law and make my legally copyrighted music vanish and disappear like a sinking moon in the sunrise. Should that happen, my only hope is in the dozens of time capsules that I buried all around since 1986, explaining my plight, not that this will do any good. So I MUST JOIN A UFOLOGY CLUB, and the bigger the better, sort of like passionate kissing applied as an example, I always have told the women in my life, “the wetter, the better”. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Mister Chester-Frank, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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