Journal
of my last days in Florida, #eleven
1:39
A.M., April 6, 2019
The
mother fucking cunt eating MILITUFORCE
struck me super ass hard yesterday, FRIDAY
the 5th
of APRIL. I awoke around noon somewhere, and
my water was off. It has been off before quite a few times,
but always was back on at the end of business, but
yesterday it was off until mother fucking seven
minutes past EIGHT OF THE CLOCK AT
NIGHT. Some mother fucking jerk off WAS
PAID
OFF
to strike something with their car outside the building and I TOTALLY
KNOW THIS. Back in Mullica township in Jersey, fake-accidents
were done to me continuously, to CUT OUT MY
ELECTRICAL POWER ON A MONTHLY BASIS,
so there is no escaping this
endless relentless persecution, if I can
paraphrase my kid here, no escape
whatsoever, not in 1983, not in 1997, not in 2019, NOT
EVER!!!
During
the attack yesterday, my wonderful LIGHTNING
GODDESS DIANA came over to visit with me, and this
actually slowed down the repairs by the municipal worker crew that
were effecting the repairs underneath the street outside, or Avenue
B. She exists in a much higher realm, and didn't realize that this
led me to a greater problem with me not having any fucking ass water
all damn day long. Still, she made beautiful colors all over the
skies outside me winders me peeps, and I will always love her so very
much!
As
some know quite well, and I know that ADS and the newly formed group
of global agents who make up a high percentage of my audience, knows
very well also; that Donald
John
Trump
has been using applied covert
parallel event against me, ever
since I dared to use this higher world technology against the
Atlantic City casinos in 1986,
and HIS CASINO IN PARTICULAR, THE CASTLE,
rhyming of course with none other than the KRASSLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just a couple of days before the mother fucking turd swallowing 2016
Presidential elections were held, he was responsible for
somehow causing a major sprinkler problem to suddenly happen along
with a spurious fire alarm here at my public housing building, and
flooded out my goddamn fucking apartment, and then of course, HE
WON THE ELECTION! This shit he does against me to make his
magical life always work out in his dirt ball favor forever and ever,
is called using or APPLIED
PARALLEL
EVENT. He and his mother
fucking illegal cronies have been doing this to me ever since the
middle mother fucking nineteen-eighties, yo! He totally wiped
out my life, and the life of my mother, and I know fully well that he
was also totally behind paying off Mister
Jonathan Schau, of the Drake Towers, in Philadelphia, to
slow-poison, and covertly murder my best pal in this life, Mister
David Charles Roth, back in 2002; killing
both him and his poor elderly mom as well, and
robbing me of my only chance to be repaid on a debt that sir David
knew very well was owed to me for having his other pal, Mister
Mike Devlin steal my mother's life
insurance money, and fulfilling a
fantastic fucking hellish prophecy made to me a zillion times
throughout the years, by my mom, who absolutely TOLD
ME THIS WOULD HAPPEN TO ME, and yes, IT
FUCKING CUNT DID! You can all mother fucking laugh and
jeer and taunt me all you want to, and totally disbelieve all of
this; but I have told my story to the world since 2006 now on these
mother fucking pathetic wo with me's
Mountainpen Blogs, and every word that has been spoken and
uttered by the Mountainpen, is the absolute
total undeniable truth, so help me Jehovah
Pink Goddess ALMIGHTY! Yes folks, I
was totally creamed
and pummeled
yesterday, and the day before that, I also was
creamed
and pummeled
with horrendous mother fucking cock licking health assaults on
my poor pathetic elderly frail dying body, ILLEGALLY,
by this horrible rotten fucking demonic MILITUFORCE,
Mister HALL, kind
sir, yo!!!!!!!!
For
the vast majority, my discussions of what happened to me in 1986 at
the Jersey casinos, while playing ROULETTE, will forever go right
over the heads of my fellow humanity. I cannot
help it if most people are simply not mathematically oriented enough
to see the power of what I am telling here, and how it absolutely
proves the magical life of TRUMP
is all being done by illegally harassing and
persecuting Mark
Wayne
Mohr
to his grave with unfathomable nightmarish life destruction
from all possible directions! But the real truth here is two fold.
Even if the majority of peeps were willing and able to grasp just
what I did in Atlantic City to perpetually and consistently win at
roulette throughout the eight months of 1986 when I used this
parallel event applied to this game, there is always that other major
fucking mind bending weapon that is
always available for usage and is endlessly existing in the
arsenal of the mighty and SATANIC
MILITUFORCE!
This is of course nothing other than TELLOSIAN
MIND
CONTROL. And
how do I know how powerful and real it is, you wonder, SHERIFF
MASCARA, SIR??????? Well, because it WAS
USED AGAINST ME
AT THESE JERSEY CASINOS, causing me to gamble and play
recklessly by stacking chips and doubling down on losing bets, as
well as playing weak parallel events no where near the 4:1
to 5:1 ratios, needed for guaranteed
long run playing success. I could
absolutely FEEL THIS MIND CONTROL at work, and it worsened
and worsened until I totally fucked up, and that
ended my professional gambling career in October of 1986. All
of things things are true accurate accounts of
my past, that I will willingly and
voluntarily swear to any judge in any court in AMERICA, at any
mother fucking time, UNDER
FULL
PENALTY
OF
CRIMINAL
PERJURY!!!!!!! My story is
100 percent absolutely real and true, SHERIFF, and to hell with
anyone anywhere who calls me a liar, as they
will BURN IN THE FIRES
OF
FUCKING DOGTOWN FOR SAYING
THIS ABOUT ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Pink goddess Jehovah
Almighty hates liars as much as her parents seem to hate dogs,
Revelation Chapter
22, verses 14 and 15.
And also, I know this first hand as I HAVE
SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another thing that no one believes
is that a long time ago in a very beautiful land that the Earth
Planet inhabitants refer to as 'Eden', I saw SSJKK walking out of a
large structure beyond a great wall-fence that stood only forty
inches high but no one dared to ever so much as touch it, because the
Holy Spirit was doing the same thing
through it that is done in modern times to keep the cattle within the
pastures, ELECTRICITY. I had just
murdered my own brother because I was very fucking jealous that my
incredible lovely teen queen SSJKK loved him and not me because I was
only a poor dirt farmer and he could give HER much nicer gifts and
offerings, and no one told me when I was dreaming that I was poor old
fucking KANE that this was all just HER DAMN ASS VIDEOGAME. She came
out of this huge lovely castle looking structure that would be about
a hundred times bigger and twenty times taller than than the great
Windsor Palace of England. As she passed along, I saw HER and SHE is
so beautiful that I literally lost control of my bowels, sort of a
preview of coming attractions in later following dreams as
Mountainpen. Now I don't want to get my
pharmacy, or its advertisers all excited
here, and I know that they know what is being said. Still,
none of this made it into the history books or
the religious texts either. But I remember it quite clearly
from about 13,200 years ago. SHE spoke to me and said to me, “Kane,
I AM going to destroy the world today”. I said back to HER,
“Please do not do this, I beseech you my
lovely Teen-Queen goddess SSJKK”. SHE stared at me for about
ten seconds, smiled a beautiful smile, and then said to me, “Kane,
because you loved
DIANA I will spare the world for a little while”. Then SHE
just walked onward down the path, that led away from Eden and I could
not ever talk to her from this world ever again, right up until the
middle nineteen sixties, and even then, and only heard HER
make two statements on Tennessee Avenue, “Your
friends are in the shop”, and “I'm
darker than you are”.
I
am absolutely fed up with this endless MILITUFORCE PERSECUTION. This
hellishness began in 1986 and has never looked back. They do not
allow anyone on this Earth Planet to be in DIRECT FUCKING CONTACT
with anyone from off-world. I cannot help realizing who I truly am in
the great PLANCKATORY (Astral-Plane), nor did I ever ask to run into
the beach-alchemist, or Jim Burr or Patricia Hollister of the mighty
Gloucester City, so SHARK-SHARK THAT, Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
have been getting brutalized by fucking strings of ONE NUMBERS
and ugly Jane's miserable digitally fucking represented face, and
here is my goddessdamn compensation for that, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!! Yessir damn it, and a big fat shit swallowing
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Now
is it really people out there who are fascinated by my life, even my
own world famous daughter, or is this a huge
mind bending GASME GAME
OF THE GODDAMN GODS? Well,
I choose to believe the later and 'naut' the former, Mizz
AT&T BLAKE from 1983. I
cannot be that important, and even if I were for crissake, how could
that hope to explain the wild polarity-extremes that happen to those
around me, you know, such as Congressman Rob
Andrews, Retired FCC Chairman Bob
McDowell, my daughter, and
zillions of other examples, that time would not permit a discussion
on, and then going onto the opposite pole here, we have none other
than the wild true tale of Mister Mike
Gutherman, my ex-resident manager from New Jersey real estate
speculator Greenblatt who was the nineteen-seventies landlord who
tried to rob me, and steal my money a few years later, after I lived
across from the Stratford JFK Hospital, on Laurel Road. SO WOW THAT,
all lovely JOANNE/A'S everywhere!!!!!!!!!
Yes I may or may not heart New York, Joanne of RPL, but at least Mizz
Mashell Daniels told me that I am entitled to me whittle opinions.
WOW, and gee willagars, and 57 golly darn gash heck flying hockey
sticks!!! AHA-AHA-AHA. I am most likely the only human entity in the
entire fucking universe who knows absolutely that this entire thing
is a game that is being played by bored to tears entities that exist
in endlessness. These entities are one of three type of entity,
COINS, COILS, or NOTS. Nots and not, as in not a coin or a coil, or
NOT A GOD/GODDESS. Steve Murray at Griffin Pipe told me many times,
“We are a different species than you are”. Well, he is right, but
I don't care, as I will always love my
wonderful PINK GODDESS, and here on
the Earth Planet, she can come around and comfort me as
LIGHTNING. All Christians have
the Holy Spirit inside of them, or more accurately, they have the
power source of the Almighty on the ON-SWITCH
POSITION, as we all
have electricity coursing throughout our brains, or
we would not be interacting
here on the material PHYSICAL-PLANE,
(death). WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
AUGUST
11, 2014,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 4:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY-75%,
IT FEELS 88 STIFLING DEGREES
AND
A SUPER MOON IS OUTSIDE WATCHING OVER ME
I
LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING DIANA, GREAT
MOON
GODDESS, AND MY ETERNAL LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
S-S-S-S-F,
huh Steven
John McGinty of 1977 Egg Harbor City,
and much closer to me in Somerdale, New Jersey, 19 years in the
future, when I
had a lot of PAULA'S to deal with,
and you said you wanted to hear the story that no one ever got to
hear back on MARS. Well, you blew it partna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still, I am glad you and Bobby Brown both loved my tune about having
it made in the fucking shade with me' ol' pink
lemonade.
JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ SURFER FONTY AND TWINBAY, QUEEN OF NEW JERSEY AND
QUEEN OF UPBEAT POSITIVE ATTITUDES!!!! Go ahead and say it
Mackey/Macy, do it, be men, “WOW”,
there, I'll fucking do it for ya, YO!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KABOOM,
Mister Clancy!!!!!!!!!!!
Mister
David
Leigh Smith, back
in the autumn of 1970,
at Haddonfield,
New Jersey,
in
the Cooley Hall;
Sir
ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH,
PROGRAMMING OVERRIDER, SIR;
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
Things
have reverted mother fuckiGN back to the late nineteen eighties for
me now, Sheriff Mascara, sir, as this is
how it was when it all began after August of
1986, with my utilities being knocked off twice a week with
regularity, for fuckiGN years, driving anyone insane, which is what
their goal and intentions are, quite mother fuckiGN obviously,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since this began on August 15, 1986, it is all about Wall Street.
They know that persecuting me makes the Dow Jones elevate as much as
possible. If they had never been able to do any of this, the Dow
Jones today would be about 2750 points. How do I know this, ladies
and gentlemen? Well, in parallel universes that I have visited, where
to quote the mighty marvelous James Stuart of all wonderful lives
everywhere, precious or not; I WAS NEVER BORN, this is the average
price on this date of 2 September of 2015, when also the age of the
Dow Jones is factored in, as not all universes have the same things
happen regarding that or anything else, quite naturally, and is why
they are parallel, and not exact. Yet with all of this, there seems
to be another factor. Whether it is the cable twice now or the
electric twice now, in just three months or so, causing me not to be
able to watch my TV, it is always on Wednesday
or Friday, the two days that the TV show, “Ghost Whisperer” is
on. So I
know there is more happening here than just the DOW JONES, and in my
opinion, some weird fucking combo-deal is going on with both of these
items, and me, and 'them; the Mili-2-Force, or
whatever-whoever-RAW!!!!!!!
(Robert
Andrews
'Whatever')
CHAPTER
64
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
I AM GETTING VERY
MOTHER FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS MAJOR UTILITY PERSECUTION,
GOVERNOR RICK SCOTT OF FLORIDA SIR, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR, AND
LOCAL PEEDEE, GUYS AND GALS!!!!!!!!
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Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil 'natio nation ratio ration', to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.
I really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2 experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her, her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces. Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh, this shit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scrapper is violating my civil rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’. It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2 10 luscious young cakes around 25-35 and had my way with them, the way some were eyeballing me, I think I would honest to the gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there siege results in this major freaking heightened PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty, but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS ‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore, my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr. Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s, My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch. Anyone that does not C the wild coincidences and far out cousinly stories all taking form, has never Goggled up this entire story that I have been telling 4 close 2 two mortal world Earth annual periods, [years]. Godda freaking admit, it is a bit fantastic, am I really so wrong?????????
Well, I sent my 2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!! Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home theater and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s, as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and spelled with the [E], the way the Almighty spells her name. Go ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park. WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2 take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep hittin’ me with your best fucking shot; U just ga’hed and freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello to the future, screw back here in the time period where I am living. I know all about the King-Soifer World Lab, and I in the year 2301 jump out of a sky-car 2 my death, after I get kidnapped in Brigantine, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, this universe and hyperspace catalog as of time and date printed at top of this web logging report datfile. Officially, this is datfile 00001, and no matter what blog title or number that supersedes this one, each one will now become DATFILE 2, 3, 4 and continue 2 proceed upwards in chronological order. Chronis himself came to Brigantine in PLAYFIELD JZPXTEY-2953687, under the name in this datfile game, of Zuudlochronus, in some of my website docs and blogs on other non-site locations, I refer to the differences in spelling only 4 the record, that astrally HE sometimes spells his name with and sometimes without the English letter of [N]. Thank U for almost wrecking this horrible town a while back with SUNMAG. I need lots more natural disasters, floods, hurricanes which 4 two seasons have been blocked by Briggbase enemies using ANTIMAGNETICSOUNDMACHINE TECK, tornadic activity, volcanic activity, and tectonic platasonics, and water displacement balance teck, THANK U. I definitely need major help, this video game set to AVM is unfair and I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG official level. Within a few months, a 16000 + DJIA Stock Market System will B there, just as I said that it will, as everything I say comes true, in every shade of black and blue, and still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Mizz Kirshty. U all know out in 2301 that Russ Thax came over in this video game set on AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL-full trace laser scan, [FTLS] and that the first move was having Misses Goodfellow 6-D-influenced or SDI, 2 get horny and rape him, committing the heinous act of child abuse, endangerment, and contributing 2 the delinquency of a minor. Then move 2 was to SDI him to find the unopened fifth of straight Vodka, open it, and drink it all down in his room, the Ross Midnight Action was now further embarking. Then, since he knew we would both B literally floor wiped by my baseball bicep mom if caught together at 1 AM on a school night, or any night, he was in move three of VG-AVM SDI’d to come over with some strange ‘knowing’ that my mom would just happen 2B out on a date with boyfriend-Sid. Then move 4, as the RMA, or the Ross Midnight Action continued 2 progress and ensue, he SDI’s me 2 burn the remaining half of the magical contents of the locked ‘sea chest’ appearing box, in my bedroom apartment closet, in that early hour in early middish December in 1969-AD, in New Jersey, USAWSMWG. Now the super wowish RMA, remember from PB, the song Diana Ross had in 1985 called CHAIN REACTION, and what was the other object that was in the box B4 the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah took it out of there both physically and astrally, but THE CHAIN, given 2 me by John Henningsen, given 2 me by a mister Hans Worshing from the Philadelphia Boys Club and the Big Brother’s Association of America. 2301, U all know my complete story back here in what U perceive as your past, but I am real here on a 3 dimensional plane, and just because more than 29 decades separates us in photonic distance, it is the same space on the fourth dimension. IC that all of the Google system now fits into your grand scheme of all of this, right down to this AVM DATFILE GAME 4, and includes all that I have been put through and experimented with. Now, I ask for a RELIEF-CLAUS, under the ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the Relcla of the UPD ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of my material to all of the times to the United States Library of Congress for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle. Thank U 4 compliance under the UPD Act.
END TRANSMISSION-----------------------------------------4 now, whatever now is!!!!
GOOGLE-SWIS-WORLD LAB- official web documentation @datfile #1: MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN
All blogging is co-copyrighted in these names, if these names R on these blogs.
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©
1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will
be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and
devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my
enemies that are viciously persecuting me
throughout this entire
year of 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON MY
PHYSICAL HEALTH
AND MY UTILITIES NOW,
APRIL 4, and 5,
of the year
2019,
on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC',
on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
Four
times over the past fucking two days, SHERIFF KJM SIR, my cunt
lapping video cut outs are back on a mother fucking vengeance,
and so I have instructed my Magnesonic system to counterstrike the
MILITUFORCE and its fucking cunt cronies that are screwing with my
utilities, BOTH TELEVISION
AND CABLE,
AS WELL AS MY WATER,
and
also
my HEALTH,
with these horrendous fucking BOWEL
ASSAULTS
AGANIST ME, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
Sheriff sir, MY BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, me wonderful kind sir.
END
TRANSMISSION.
Journal
of my last days in Florida, #10
5:06
P.M., April 4, 2019
I
have been STRUCK AGAIN WITH MAJOR
MOTHER FUCKING HEALTH DESTRUCT ASSAULT WEAPONS
FROM THE GODDAMN DIRTBAG SUBSKUMMITE MILITUFORCE;
oh lovely Mister 1990 Camden, New
Jersey HALL, and Sheriff
Kenneth
J.
Mascara of Saint Lucie
County, Florida, USAESMWG!
They
have made me shit all over the mother fucking floor AGAIN
with another huge and instantaneous diareah
shit attack, that I
believe is not so much a subsonic fucking weapon but rather a
poisonous chemtrail weapon, and is up there even on days
when more obvious chemtrailing is not being done to me, and 'others',
as who can ever know? I do know Sheriff Sir,
and Florida Attorney General mahm;
that this computer is being fucking
messed with today, and appears to be
attempting to crash. Pweeeeeze
watch over me as best you can, and you too my
wonderful Federal Bureau of Investigation. Truly you're all a
great bunch of dudes and duddesses out there,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course, I'll openly admit
right here and right now, lovely Loo VanBuren, that my faith and
confidence in the justice system after Mister Evil Empire, and the
other head of the real evil empire as well as the investigative team
and the noodle man have all seemed to have totally let me fucking
cunt down; is measurable somewhere between the non distorted sonic,
or left side of the volume meter line, as in NEGATIVE
VALUES! I mean really, hey, why should I even try to deny
it, and for that matter, just why should I, or anyone else for that
matter, have any faith in a system that rewards WEALTHY
CRIMINAL
GUILTY
EVIL
PEOPLE, while goddessdamn
mother fucking punishing, and crippling, and impoverishing, and
endlessly oppressing, all of the innocent law abiding good, yet
hopelessly fucking poor folks, such as me, the
MOUNTAINPEN, for one perfect and Humanly-Pennock example
example here, me peeps????????????? Next I suppose we'll
all see where this 'pay to play' in our wealthy
college kids fraud all goes in the great and totally
fucking illustrious criminal justice system,
huh folks?????? Yes my mom said it over and over to me, and although
it annoyed me as a youth after hearing this for about the zillionth
time or so, but she was so goddamn right, “Mark,
this is Earth,
not Heaven”,
and how true this was and is!!!!!!!!!
There
is a gigantic covert conspiracy to EVICT
ME
FROM
MY
APARTMENT. I know that no
one would ever believe anything I say, but this mother fucking blog
is to myself from now on, screw every mother fucking body out there!
Even WHEN WO-GOOGLE (Youtube-Blogger) eventually violates my First
Amendment rights under the great U.S. Constitution, and ends the
Blogs Of Mountainpen, and even removes them, I still have my own
documents in my files, as well as protected fucking shit in the
official files of the U.S. Copyright Office, in Washington,
DC-13-600! And who knows, maybe I have a few tucked away in secret
museums as well, with or without any whole blood transfusions or
other fountain seekers, such as the great and cool Mister Roy Carl
Weiler Senior. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT,
Sir Chester-Frank, and Mister Mike
McNulty, and AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The
entire fucking world sucks a gigantic pussy ass prick at the speed of
light times the speed of light. All of it, no exceptions to the rule,
and everybody including mister Michael Wayne Mountainpen must PLAY
THE FOOL! It is no huge thing for them to know why I am in Florida,
whether they read my blogs or just checked me out in conventional
ways that were used long before the invention and widespread usage of
the computerized interconnected
networking system, shortened and
abbreviated to the INTERNET! The
whole entire thing is about guests coming here without permission. I
hate this too. BUTTTT, big ass
BUTTERCHEESE-BUTT; I hate everything
and everybody, or just about aniwho, me
BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have always
hated crime and criminals, yet last
night, I was fucking arrested
for something that I did not do,
in my sleep of course; but the hell of the experience is no
less just because it happens in mother
fucking 'dreamland',
yo yo yo yo!!!! No one is going
to fucking use me to be an agreeing conspirator to commit insurance
fraud, via these fake and phony fucking shortages, jacking prices way
up to double or more of the value of the meds. When and if my Humana
people ask me why I am off of these meds, I will tell them that I
cannot accuse anyone, but I will remind them about the old disco days
of the Iranian fucking oil bullshit shortage, just to jack up
gasoline prices into a never ending high Earth orbit. Either the
consumer and taxpayer is ripped off, or else it is the insurance
companies, and I refuse to participate in this TOTAL
CRIMINALITY, AND ILLEGAL FRAUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Concerning
my mother fucking teenaged song lyrics from the late nineteen-sixties
and the great Almighty Disney-Connection,
this will dovetail quite perfectly into a topic that I will always
love and enjoy discussing, as it is very
thrilling to me, even years after being
out of high school, Mister
Crichton, oh great and wonderful powerful non-OZ sir!!!!!
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The
real magic is in BLACK-28 or so I've been told by many a seasoned
Roulette player. Oh well Ann King Silva; gee willagars whiz yo, I
thought it was in magical ladies applying their make up while saying
and singing the following words in Mudville, “Mighty Casey, mighty
Casey, Neo Ho Rengay Keyoh”. Well, it is hard
to keep up with the many Patty's in my life, or even Paula's for that
matter, huh Tony Braxton?
Still, Mister Newgroup Alphadeepsix
has very recently informed me that he thinks Mizz 1996 psychic lady
who used my more than nine grand to fix up her entire home on the New
Jersey Black Horse Pike, in Runnemede; was
merely accessing this Copyright
Search
Internet
Page, and then informed me
that Mizz T.B. Was involved in this entire mess
somehow, two years before she and her
significant other telephoned me that night over at the Guthrie Short
Chester-Frank four acre mini-mansion, fifteen years after that
major blowout with non Mimi Howard SOLOMON, in Orlando,
Florida!!!!!!!! Still, the question endlessly fucking
beggars the cock sucking imagination and query station of the tallest
mountain. That being, just why does my daughter and many of her
friends and associates think my life is so utterly fascinating, and
why did they do so much for many years before any of my blogs ever
began, to connect themselves into it????????????? Nobody has the
answers to all of this, and they never will, despite Mister NG-ADS
telling me that what has been written by me already contains all of
the answers and that I am simply too closely in the forest to
adequately get a needed view of all of the trees!!!!!!!!!! Maybe he
is mother fucking correct there, Mister Moestooge Slapslap!!!
“The
Law Of Everything”, was somehow mysteriously inputted
telepathically into my brain, by a powerful and magical alien entity,
on that 'nightmarish' Atlantic City beach
in the summer time of 1974, on
one very cloudy afternoon. If the words 'inputted telepathically'
don't settle well for you, then let us try saying that this was
somehow accomplished with another powerful, wild, and totally
unknown, and very bizarre Mind-Controlling system. I can honestly say
that things in my life began getting both super
weird and super nasty, following this
event, between Jim Burr
and Patricia Hollister,
used by someone or something to quote the great Star Trek's Captain
James Kirk, as the key players in the
upcoming future destruction of the life
of one MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
HUNTINGTON
MOHR!!!!!!!!!!
There
really truly and verily is a way to tap into the LAW
OF ONE or EVERYTHING.
Zero-dimensional-technology is part of a truth that knows fully well
that EVERYTHING
is really ALL
ONE
THING, and no difference
whatsoever exists between one absolute thing, and everything. All
possibilities can indeed be compressed into the void infinity which
of courses will reach a stage that science today in this blind world
of 2019 labels as the PLANCKTIME!
Obviously some great mind in the scientific community was named
PLANCK. In a nutshell, when you Google up the copyright search page
and up comes what I have been printing on my blogs, and we then
connect that into the great Disney movies (High School Musical), we
see the connection in basic lyrics of the song that goes, “thrill
and joy”. On the surface, this is benign and proves absolutely
nothing, but in the LAW-1, it proves that all things not only are
one, but no matter how wide and scattered the virtually unlimited
individual pieces of all-possibilities become, you cannot shuffle the
cards beyond all possible card shuffles, or said real easily with
just a 52-card deck of playing cards, there is a maximum shuffle
possibilities. The number is astronomical, but it always exists. Even
all of the possible combinations of everything, will have a maximum
combinational shuffle
(MCS) as I have come to call this. That
second number may be so long that the visible universe wouldn't be
large enough to print it even on newspaper sized print, BUT
IT IS OUT THERE, and yes, there really is a Santa Claus, Mizz
Virginia Waterworks Callio, and there really is
a MCS. So this is the basic concept of the LAW-1, no matter
how much we add and tack onto this. BUTTTTTT, do we see the
abbreviation connections right there, with that Virginia
and Callio deal, oh mighty Sarah and Almighty friend of Queen
Paula Wannamarry? You cannot escape this truth, to quote my wonderful
freaking daughter, in or out of 1997! Hey Hey, treasure coast or
Paula, it only grows and grows, and it never
ever stops, Mister Anderton, from
the greatest freaking law show ever televised, “LAW
& ORDER”. That copyright office online search form
is all just another part of the LAW-1 (law of everything), and the
subatomic realm of connectivity to all things leading to the
ZD-equations of various multiplexed forces that lay behind 'parallel
event' as well as 'Reality-3'
that lays even behind that, and all of their predictions through
statistical probability enhancements and eventually forcing every
possible combination of metaversal wave-particle duality events to
reduce to the lowest values possible, that would be just slightly
above ZD (zero-dimension), or void-infinity. Of course this acts to
enhance the otherwise endlessly unknown variables to their maximum
states, and thus causing such items to NEED
TO EXIST, such as the English alphabetical numeron reality
of letters applying to various encoded similarities or a lack there
of, depending on the individual circumstances. One
example is the DEF-CON FUNCTION,
also coincidentally coding out as quite similar to the United States
Government and their World War lll staging systems, as well as when
we ignore that and merely use what Morianity connects the DEF-CON
letters into, and then applying basic numerological truths to the
basic English letters of the alphabet, and we see how the 'M' letter
being letter number 13 or 1+3=4, and the
'C' letter being letter number 3+0=3 so
thereby leaving us with the 3 and the 4, and using the dual function
system, we arrive at number 1,984. This
is the number encoded into subatomic reality for MIND-CONTROL,
the most crucial weapon AND TOOL of the entire Lambrigg Cult, or the
residents of the BRIGGBASE!!!!!!!!!!!! And then this same thing can
just apply on much simpler matters, such as the great pirate who had
his nose way up the queen's ass, Sir f. Drake, who was used to kill a
Huntington in 4-D space-time-mind (STM). Another STM-Huntington
would be me, Mark Wayne Mohr, Mary
Stuart's 20th
grandson. My pal Mister Roth from the Caldor Store of
Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, also had a friend by
the name of Mister Jonathan Schau. This man stole Dave's
life insurance money, and in my opinion, was directly responsible
for causing the death of two persons in Philadelphia, David Roth, and
his mother Misses Mary Roth, and then ripping me off as well,
since a debt owed to me would have been paid off with that money,
should this murderer have not been allowed to get away with his
horrific fucking crime back in early 2002. Where was he working as a
Security Officer when all of this shit went down? DRAKE
TOWERS, as in the same name of the pirate. In both cases, two
mother fucking Huntington's were wiped out by this one DEF-CON
reality of DRAKE! This is no joke, this fucking shit is all
absolutely real! MIND CONTROL,
and yes, the BRIGGBASE, which on the
Earth Planet waking world is known by some humans as the MILLIONTH
COUNCIL,
also with those quite magical {M} {C}
initials.
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1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
The
Astral Plane GODS/GODDESSES love
to PLAY GAMES. This is the very heart
and meat and complete
enlightenment, of all of the total embodiment
of the Religion of Millennium lll, AKA (Also Known As)
MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When
these entities decide to occasionally take over
the human homosapien being here on the Earth-Planet, as they
did my mother in various stages, after 1986, when this all began for
Mark Sabrina Collins Huntington Mohr, in or out of the
mighty casino of Atlantic City known as Resorts International Hotel &
Casino, yo; they leave a major telltale
signature of their games-playing NON GAS ME DEED, every single time.
This is none other than seeing a huge game
taking place in all of the new interfered with situation. It
suddenly all becomes as obvious as Mary Molasses Marmalade, at the
speed of light squared!!!! I observed a total behavior alteration in
my own mother, as this (demonic possession)
slowly crept deeper and deeper into her, throughout various hellish
stages, throughout this nightmare that all happened
post-1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now as for PINK
GODDESS and her love for the '4'
strings of numeration, as previously discussed on my past
couple of blogs, WE NOW CAN ADD A MAJOR NEW
DETAIL THAT WILL BE UP FOR MAJOR DISCUSSION, regarding all of
this, that is of course, for those who watched the great next to the
final episode of the HISTORY-CHANNEL'S
great television documentary series, called “PROJECT
BLUEBOOK”,
which all came out right after my blogs resumed last August (2018),
and discussed with major fervor, how the Bluebook
project ended two days after my fifteenth birthday, early in
December of 1969, right around the exact timing of that wild CHAIN
INTERACTION followed by that WILD SIX POINT CHEMTRAIL that morning
that appeared in the skies right after my FIRST MAJOR CONTACT, with
PINK GODDESS who physically
was cooking in Patty's oven
of course, mister John Pocono Magictrips Central Intelligence Agency
Henningsen. Like WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and like
W-O-W!
WELL,
THE REASON THAT THE JERK OFF TWISTED MILI-2-FORCE, BROKE MY SLEEP UP
WITH THAT FUCKING CUNT PHONE SQUEAL SOUND, AND ILLEGALLY VIOLATED MY
CIVIL RIGHTS, AL SHARPTON AND JESSE JACKSON, REMEMBERIN THAT I AM
INDEED 10% A BLACK MAN ON MY FATHER'S SIDE; IS BECAUSE IT IS PEARL
HARBOR DAY, AND THEY DON'T WANT TO TAKE ANY CHANCE THAT SSJKK MIGHT
MAKE DIRECT CONTACT WITH ME IN SOME MAJOR WAY, AFTER 18 YEARS. As
some viewers may or may not remember, I was living on 112 Harvard
Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, on the 7th day
in December in 1996, 18n years ago today, when SHE came to me with
HER wild dreaming-interaction where we were standing right outside
McGuire's Pittsburgh Hotel on 10-SC Avenue, and she said to me and I
quote HER now, “Hay boy, lets play a game
called, “Guess The Name Of The Guests”. After we played
HER great game, I know SHE kissed me passionately and told me that I
will always be HER special “THAT BOY”. Well, between lovely Marlo
Thomas, daughter of Danny Saint Jude, I 'guess' there is some huge
thing going on with shit that even goes far beyond, if you can dare
to imagine this, the ALMIGHTY NATIONAL BROADCASTING COMPANY (NBC). Oh
well, at least she didn't call me, Pool-boy, or
heaven forbid, POOLROY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
I don't fight back and do something so huge that this EVIL EMPIRE
AMERICA leaves me alone and stops this endless mother fucking death
persecution of me for nearly 30 years now since the night of cunt
sniffing fart huffing August 15 of 1986, I
AM A DEAD MAN, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will
be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and
devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my
enemies that are viciously persecuting me
throughout this entire
year of 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON MY
PHYSICAL HEALTH
NOW,
APRIL 4,
of the year
2019,
on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC',
on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
There
is no sense stopping my notes that Began as Morianity, over thirteen
years ago, just because I am wasting my time attempting to interest
any serious people in my life story, and HOW
IT EFFECTS THEM
whether they should ever choose to believe that or
not. I simply won't be writing any longer as if I am writing to
anyone other than one fine decent gentleman named Mark Wayne
Mountainpen Huntington Mohr. To hell with the entire world.
Within
the next sixty days, I will know if I am going to move out
of here, and take off for points known only to me, as this relates to
whether or not I am going to get anywhere with
my project, that involves something that I am not going to
discuss. What I will say on this writing to anyone who may ever
discover these blogs and is in authority, is that for the first time
in approximately five years, my computer booted up very differently,
not going through some screens that it has done for a very very long
time and many many boot-ups. Also, all of my files appeared to be
opening and closing on the left side of my screen, unlike anything
ever done before unless I have agreed to some sort of a cleaning or
other type of internal pop up screen that tells me to click on a box
so that some sort of routing maintenance or update can be
accomplished. I know that some mother fucking jerk off is thereby
illegally inside of my computer right now as I am typing this out.
The M2F never allows me to ever succeed at anything that I have ever
attempted to mother fucking do, for the past 50 years now since I
have sort of been keeping mental track of this beyond unfathomable
weirdness around me, as a fourteen year old fucking boy. Someone
just tried to fucking freeze up my computer right now, as I tried to
hit my 'SAVE'
button as I have learned to do quite frequently while typing
on this system, as if I do not, they can kill the power or hack out
something or other, causing me to lose large or even entire parts of
my writings (blogs). This time, my fucking SAVE button worked
normally, and nothing just fucking cunt froze up! I totally know and
can prove as well, that all of the fucking dogshit around us is just
a HUGE GAME OF THE GASME
GODS, that has grown much larger since this thing took
off, called the INTERNET,
WEIN, SOSO, SSDD and blah-blee-blum, with or without any world
satellite systems or other self fulfilling prophecies or created
futures, or magical television sets and electronic repair shops! In
all honesty, if this one supposed God Almighty did not want the
people of this world to wonder so much just what is really going on
here, and be all split up with zillions of religious denominations
and church factions, waring and wasting time and effort on endless
garbage things, a child who seeks only the truth, can see plainer
than day on steroids, that this all powerful entity would in fact,
keep coming here and continue to correct things in its favor, right
down to the so-called cannons of biblical teachings, kept and
discarded as centuries continued to pass after the Jesus Christ deal
all happened. Also if we want to keep things beyond totally real, why
do I suddenly find myself living in a world where
the entire television evangelistic society INSISTS
on bible believers in America being ONLY REPUBLICANS, and
even going so far as to call another large opposing party, and I
witnessed this on TV just a couple of days ago, DEMON-CRATS?!
I have no intentions of viewing that garbage televangelist group of
bullshit any longer. Hey they as well as anyone else is always
entitled to their opinions, just as I am entitled to cut myself off
from their devil worshiping nonsense for the remainder of my
lifetime. Still, tell me that this world and life here in America
would EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER have devolved into shit like this in
my short little fucking lifetime, sometime back last century, and I
would have told you that you are in major need of fucking psychiatric
assistance and FAST! Hey let me straighten out one quick point. I
DON'T agree with a lot of fucking bullshit from EITHER of the two
great American parties, and I doubt very seriously that anyone
running so far has even a SLIM FUCKING
CHANCE to defeat that wicked evil monster straight
out of the gates of DOGTOWN
ITSELF, but keeping this on point here, I
know very well that the Democrats have major fucking faults. I
totally despise their political correctness
fucking crap, and I have said this all along, THEY
ELECTED THE GREAT DONALD
FUCKING TRUMP, not
their mighty Republican Party, but THEY
elected him, as we are all fucking beyond sick and tired of
having their idea of morality legislated to us continuously, day and
night, as if they themselves don't go right out
into their secret places in this world, and commit unspeakable evils
just like all the mother fucking rest of us, BUT THEY have
brought all of this about, not the cock sucking mother fucking
REPUBLICANS! IPYT! And not one soul believes my true story that it is
ME who brought much of their fucking dirt bag PC-MOVEMENT into
reality, by screwing Dave Roth and myself over the years, in ways
that is so off the wall, that the story is indeed the Webster's
Dictionary definition, OR IT SHOULD BE, of quintessential
inconceivability!!!!!!!!!!!! But getting back to the GAMES of the
GASME Gods, I am telling it straight up with absolutely no fucking
motives for any kind of deception whatsoever here. These are powerful
entities totally bored to tears on the Astral Plane with ENDLESSNESS,
and so they fuck with the inhabitants of this
world, the lovely Earth-Planet. What would you do if you were
out of your mind from being stuck in a toy room for thirty nine
quintillion years, and then suddenly you figured out a way to
distract yourself from this absolute mother fucking horror? But
no one gets it, I am the only one that does, and this is because I
have made DIRECT CONTACT
with this other world, and am madly in
love with one of its powerful and incredible occupants. This
of course is ALSO why the M2F
must continue to endlessly destroy both me, and my entire life;
leaving no trace at all eventually, that I was ever here in this
life. THIS is why I must join a the largest
fucking UFO club in the world, and I must move to where there
is a local chapter in my city, so that I can
eventually tell them my story, and SOME FEW of them hopefully
will believe me enough, to watch me very closely, and once they see
that I am telling the mother fucking absolute truth to them, help
me get some of my fantastic ideas realized, so that I can have
enough financial success to go on and really begin to form a group
such as what I attempted to do in 2007,
and failed at miserably, a group dedicated to fighting oppression,
and evil powerful forces who are organized against folks who have
been Majestic-12-Classified
as (CE-6ers), by their MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am not the only one, but I am way up on their list of those who
must be TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And why? So
as to endlessly protect the most powerful secrets of the great
CHURCH. So has anything really changed since the mother fucking days
of the Crusades? Not on your life, yo!
There
is a short story you need to hear so your memory is refreshed, even
if you never read my first half of my blogs from 06-10 of this
stinking rotten hellish miserable fucking asshole century, good
people. One night in 1986, David Roth and I were in Atlantic City and
I went to gamble at the then Golden Nugget Casino that now is the
same building, but called the Hilton, lovely Paris who never, just
like Wendy Silverspoon Thomas, had a bad day in her spoiled filthy
rotten little ass life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, YO; as we entered the
parking garage of the place, all the lights were off and it was late
in the night time, not twelve fucking noon. I am not talking pitch
black, but a preponderance of lights that should have been on, were
not, for reasons that then, I just totally believed, was Goddess
Diana
(whom I call MIDDIE-ISIS, now), was
warning me not to gamble there, that it was all magnetically or
'cosmologically' ''FIXED'' against me.
Sure
enough, I LOST EVERY SINGLE 50-50 BET IN A ROW,
while David stood there, looking as though his dog, best friend, and
parents; had all just died in excruciating agony, right in front of
his mother fucking cunt eyes. I never ever forget shit, I remember
every little detail about the last 10,000 mother fucking years, not
even dream breaks or (LIFETIMES) bust up my incredible memories. I
can see it now in front of me as clearly as if a naked lovely whore
was throwing me down right now and fucking me pathetic little brains
out of my cruel intentions 1999
skull!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
point in this, is that some huge thing is all behind why that photo
in the MEET MORE CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY HATE-PAGE, was suddenly
removed on Dawn-Marie Kings birthday, of course she passed out of
this veil of fucking tears on New Years Day back in twenty fucking
eleven, as holidays seem to be an incredible major something in THIS
WILD ASS FAMILY, just what, is anybody's mother fucking guess. Maybe
I will go to the Jupiter fucking Jetty and jump off and take a big
deep breath, and just go ahead and Paula Weston Stabler Patton,
“DIE-DIE-DIE”, HUH David ha-ha tapes Trilane Squiretrek
Roth?????????????????
HOLY
MOTHER FUCKING CALLIO, CALL TEN, AT&T BLAKE SOCIETY of all GAMES
EXPERTS AND FUTURE PROPHETIC DREAMINGS!!!!!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel
12-Television.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
Many
of us are not who we appear. Is it real, is it Memorex, or is it fake
steak Techno-pop? You always have to wonder. But as per the ICPE-APE
and me and Misses Dow Jones, I do not think wondering has much to do
with shit.
JUST
KEEP PUMMELING AND HARASSING POOR OLD ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES
WHILE HE DREAMS DOWN HERE HE IS MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND THE DOW WILL
KEEP ENDLESSLY FLYING UP AND UP AND UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, LOVELY
GINA QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!
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THE CASE FOR THE
UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP
Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003
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On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.
Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes
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