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What
a world. Nothing ever changes. The same mother loving bull clit
continues on endlessly and relentlessly, huh all great Joann's and
Joanna's? Well, I never forgot that damn phone conversation with the
illustrious Mister Jim T. Burr while
residing at the Carriage Lamp Apartments
of Clementon, New Jersey. I said to him in a very frustrated and
emphatic voice, “Is this just gonna'
endlessly effen continue and continue”, and he said right
back to me, “It's going to just continue
unless you follow what I tell you to do about God and Jesus Christ”.
Sure; IF SHIT COULD BE ONLY THAT SIMPLE AND
THAT EASY, JIM OL' BOY, YO!!!!
Now
speaking of shit just ever ongoing, the faithful never ending
UTILITY-SHIT and especially involving damage to property or somehow
making it mysteriously malfunctioning via invisible
Wiccan-Magical-and or Vibrational-Technology, or WMVT for a shortened
abbreviation here folks, this is an extremely annoying thing for me
to have to endlessly live with and endure, and there is no proving it
or stopping it, as without being able to expose this assault on me
for whatever the reasons, I cannot ever hope to get it stopped and
even better still, PUNISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think that I would
willingly spend eternity in HELL in exchange for being able to catch
this demonic Satanic group of DOGTOWNITES, or what I label the
MILITUFORCE, that is doing all of these things to me for nearly a
half century now; and see them absolutely and justly punished for
their unspeakable, cruel, monstrous wickedness
in the total and complete devastation, destruction, and obliteration
OF MY ENTIRE MOTHER EFFEN LIFE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last
Friday, on the ELECTRICAL NUMBER, of which there are two
per year of precise electrical number days occurring just shortly
after the spring and the autumnal equinoxes, on September
the twenty-seventh, I was CRUCIFIED,
CREMATED,
AND PUNNELED into
the emmereffing ground at the speed of
light squared. Now folks, this is when I was given
approximately one thousand dollars worth
of PROPERTY DAMAGE TO MY AUTOMOBILE,
and absolutely intentionally I assure you all, and you too, SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA SIR; but this was
also when the MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULT
BEGAN ON ME AS WELL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and this has continued right on and
is ongoing and hot right down to the very present minute and hour of
the current date! It began with a video-cut out that requires me to
jiggle the yellow wire a tiny bit that is in front of my TV set to my
left at the bottom of it, and then picture resumes, and it happens on
either TV mode or VIDEO mode, so it is not
anything that is caused by the CABLE-BOX supplied to me by the
Almighty-Comcast-Company,
although, ever since cable TV came out, and I started using it; the
MILITUFORCE has always screwed
around with me, and with my service, in ways that could absolutely
NAUT be considered all one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
coincidental thing, and not even by any
doubters stretch of their goddamn imaginations,
YO BRAHHHHHHH!!!! The cut out was immediately followed by another
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE UTILITY ATTACK by the evil rotten sicko diseased
MILITUFORCE, and is still ongoing, as they have resumed the old late
spring early summer time assault on my AUDIO reception by somehow
making it bounce from left to right channels as well as get all
scratchy sounding to where it is nearly completely effen inaudible.
This all stopped for several months, AS DID THE FINANCIAL HARASSING
TELEPHONE CALLS from debt collectors who have absolutely NO LEGAL
CASE AGAINST ME THAT WILL EVER WIN THEM ONE PENNY IN A JUDGMENT SUIT
ON ME AS THESE DEBTS ARE TEN EFFEN YEARS OLD NOW!!!!!!!!! But folks,
both of these assault stopped around late June or so, somewhere at
the turn of the season into summer time, and then KAPOW, and as my
old eighth grade history teacher might say so well, back at the
Haddon Township High School (HTHS),
Mister Quay, in late 1967 or
early somewhere into 1968, “KA-PUT”!
Suddenly as if a mischievous child just silently walked into its
parent's bedroom at 3 AM and cranked up their bedroom lights to the
maximum and ran out and snuck back into bed to avoid being yelled at,
POW, both of these persecutions that had stopped around the last
change of the seasons, JUST SUDDENLY RESUMED
AT THE VERY SAME TIME, at the
next change of seasons, summer going into
the fall!!!!!!!!!! I do not buy into just about any so
called emmereffing coinkeedinks me' ol' pals out here, and certainly
I am NAUT buying into this one either, Mizz
AT&T BLAKE from 1983!
Yes
FCC, ACLU, SEC, FBI, Florida State Police system, Local County Law
Enforcement system, and local Fort Pierce Police Department
(local-P.D.); these things are, to quote the mighty
James Tiberius Burr, of Gloucester City, New Jersey, back in the late
spring time somewhere in the year of 1975; “actually,
literally, HAPPENING TO ME”. My woes and dilemmas are
all ABSOLUTELY REAL, and they also are very effen ancient. This has
been going on around me for a VELY VELY VELY LONG TIME; old buddy
from the great and illustrious COOLEY HIGH HELL
HALL of Haddonfield, New Jersey, now defunct, and gee, I
wonder why, as if it had nothing to do with happening about a year
after the MOUNTAINPEN'S BLOGS ALL
BEGAN, huh Mizz Sabrina
Collins??????????? I admit that this hellish monstrous crap
that is being perpetrated on and against me all of these numerous
decades of time now, are also in some type of an increasing-stages
system of step-up, sort of like an electrical transformer steps up
power at the substations and then other transformers down the line
continue to step up the power in the necessary stages to compensate
for what is called in the world of electrical engineering, “OHM'S
LAW”. As electrons continue
flowing over large distances, the heat generated by them will
cause friction, mostly from merely traveling through the wires, and
so these electrons are added or 'coiled',
and then resent on their way for the users to
eventually draw on them, after the transformers at our
businesses and homes, use the reverse process of stepping-down the
power, into, as the mighty Sir Pat Robertson
would call it, “usable power”.
To this day I remember your tapes, sir, and everyone at the great RPL
SOUND STUDIO went bonkers, and really loved that one tape
about how you prayed away the mighty hurricanes and kept them from
coming up to your precious Virginia Beach
Studios. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT!!!!!!!!!! Yes it may
be difficult for me to accurately get me' ol' pernt across and so I
used the example of staging and stepping up electrical energy, but
with me and my life, I admit that although this entire life of mine
has been one huge terra-disaster on steroids made of jagged rocks,
there were indeed certain points where life, bad as it may have
already been, suddenly got explosively worse on a scale that is
unthinkable as well as completely inconceivable. I won't even attempt
to get into all of them, but the two nastiest and hugest ones
occurred in the previous century, on August
15, 1986, and again on August 2,
1996. My life-journal as well as my BLOGS or (online
Morianity). I promise you all that there were also several other
truly verily nasty-ass others as well!!!!
I
am so concerned about the unfathomable ignorance of the Democrats,
falling prey to so many things that future
KING-TRUNP is doing to them, as well as to all the rest of us,
who truly know this diseased bastard for who and what he is; a sick,
power hungry maniac monster! I ave told about the “What's
my excuse?” system that he uses, as well as putting
his mighty Satanic army MILITUFORCE
in charge of, here on the Earth Planet's mortal realm of
hyper-dreamers (Purgatites asleep here in dreams). This is his
absolute FAVE, and he even influenced my mom to use it on and against
me so many times, pissing me off no end to the damn exponent of a
trillion-nonillion or so!!!! Yes to the power of a damn ass
tredecillion, and buddy Billy Harner and others out here, yo, “That's
sayin' something”, and to, or not to, his mysterious
wonderful Sally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I need NAUT be a movie actor or a
military jet Air-force Pilot, but I do most definitely know without a
doubt, just how this 'WME' SYNDROME
works and how if and when properly effen applied, it can be beyond
hazardous to anyone that this misused technology is used on for evil
intentions. Yes, the highly secretive WME or the “What's
My Excuse” SYNDROME, is
a horrendous thing to try and fight against, as logic itself is
intentionally applied against someone and leaves no recourse
whatsoever to legitimately post any argument in your favor in
whatever plot is being used to injure you! Allow me to further
explain and enlighten everybody on just what is being said by showing
the example of this very thing that was used against me, BY MY OWN
MOTHER, who bought into this demonic stench,
lock, crock, stock, and barrel, times five thousand HYPER-CUBED!!!
Every time the MILITUFORCE would
screw up my car and cause property damage, she would say without fail
to me, “Mark, it's an old car”.
She refused to ever think past that,
and this of course gives an automatic license to
anyone who may be perpetrating criminal mischief against me,
over and over and over effen again,
decade in and decade out, and no peeps, I
am not a stupid
moron
retard.
I know that cars, especially old used clunkers, will
have reasonable things going wrong with them here and there;
and I really effen wish that peeps would give
me the damn ass credit to recognize the
difference between what falls somewhere in-between a normal amount of
dog stench, and an absolute non ending assault on my personal
property by this evil army of subskummite
filth jits whom I have named and labeled
in my nearly fourteen year long blogging project called “Morianity”,
the “MILITUFORCE”!!!!!!!!
Yes,
politics is one thing, but peeps who need to win, need to grow up and
see when an opponent never ever plays fair or
by any rules other than HIS OWN,
and when they're dealing literally with an emmereffing child just
past diaper age in the mental department. He will do WHATEVER, and I
mean emmereffing WHATEVER HE HAS TO DO TO WIN
THE 2020 ELECTION, that I already KNOW will happen, and
yet I still plead to my Democrat pals out ther,e to GROW THE STENCH
UP AND SEE THESE TRUTHS, as I know this person, and NAUT JUST FROM
THE EARTH-PLANET, but for all effen eternity, as he is literally the
BOSS OF ONE THIRD OF THE EVIL
ASTRAL PLANE (PURGATORY) POLITICAL
FORCES, CALLED THE 'LAMBRIGGERS',
never to be confused please folks, with
the great place on Earth and in England. Still, as long as you won't
ever seriously entertain my Morianity, this country is in more deadly
trouble than even any of the biggest negative naysayers out there
could even believe or imagine!!!!!!!!!! I know
that he controls the MILITUFORCE,
and THEY have 'magical weapons' that HURT PEOPLE'S HEALTH. He
made Hillary Clinton stumble into that car during the 2016 election
and made sure his so-called hated media was right there to COVER THAT
ONE and in HIS FAVOR. Now I
absolutely believe without any shadow of a doubt, that
he made poor HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE Senator Sanders ill. Yes, he is
not a spring chicken, and yes, I WAS DRIVING
CLUNKER CARS MOTHER DARLING DEAREST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still
and all, there goes that emmereffing wonderful syndrome and without
any assists from great movie actors such as the dude from the
dogfight movie, and now the MILITUFORCE
has gotten me to forget that too, and I have a
marvelous emmereffing memory, so go ahead and believe this is all
just happening, you damn ass pitiful and pathetic fools out here. Why
the D-PARTY didn't at least try and get
some YOUNG-BLOOD in this race, I cannot even fathom. I love
all of the front-running candidates, but who is next on TRUMP'S
hit-list for this powerful invisible monstrous syndrome, or really
better said, ANOTHER ONE OF HIS HUGE ARSENOL
OF MAGICAL WEAPONS? I am praying for Senator Warren now,
on my damn ass knees. If this monster from
DOGTOWN can
successfully take all of this old-blood out, using these
weapons that HE HAS BEEN USING ON ME SINCE
1986, what does he have to emmereffing lose, I ask ye' all
now, folks?????????????????? Come on folks, what are the goddessdamn
odds that I would suddenly totally FORGET both the movie with that
young dude that all the girls flip over or did back in the nineties,
as well as the dude's name on top of it, at the same time, when I
need to print it? AH-HA, as I typed this, the MILITUFORCE
just released the MIND-HACK ON ME,
with the name of the movie, it was “TOP
GUN” and I think it was made somewhere in the second
half of the nineteen-eighties. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! an old
Esolph's Fable comes to mind here for me, wonderful AATS PEEPS. Even
if he is innocent, why should I now wonder these things after all the
hell he has done to me and all the crap that he has put me through,
Mister JERRY TEXACO of all non forest fires and king radio stations
of utter mystery???? The same thin applies to many other fawces and
or peeps who have major ass wronged me decade after decade. Why
wouldn't a person be accused of setting a fire if they are the only
firebug around, and why wouldn't a prior chill-mo be the number one
suspect if suddenly there is an attempt to lure a child in our
community? Why would anyone believe the “boy who cries wolf”, no
matter what he might say? Same principle applies here, merely in damn
reverse!!!!!!!!!
Last
night I had wonderful 'dreaming interactions' with
me' lovely LIGHTNING!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy
Gratelife, talk about the epitome of cosmic polarity reversals and
how all of us in our human conditions seem to fall prey to them in
one way or another, sooner or later, even you Blondie, and NAUT
Lightning blondie, just apartment
dweller 1801's gal-pal, Mizz Debbie Harry, after-all, we all love our
Playboy bunnies, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How do we, any of us, fight
the MILITUFORCE?
How do we fight technologies that are light effen years ahead of us?
We can't, and we don't. If they want to kill you invisibly and
covertly, they can and they will should that be their goal or
objective, IPYT. How do we stop them from probing the most secret
guarded places inside our thoughts and our minds? We don't and we
can't, well, unless we know about the 1994
'DANZA DISCOVERY' at least. I learned while I was residing
at the mighty Highview Apartments of
Williamstown, New Jersey, (WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN)
and (WOW), that indeed there truly and verily is a way to defeat this
one thing that the MILITUFORCE does to those it needs to 'listen in
on' from time to time, only, how can we keep it up long enough? It
reminds me a little bit of the very
beginning of the great STAR TREK show that began the
entire STAR TREK series
afterwards, with the mind controlling
great alien race, who the
'Roddenberrites' call the “TELLOSIANS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just
when you think they're not looking or watching and we let down our
guards, POOF, BOOM, POW, ZAP, ZING, BANG, CRASH, POW, ADAM WEST,
BATMAN, and more; that is when this MILITUFORCE strikes and strikes
very hard. Yes, by thinking NAUT in our own voice-sound, but choosing
another voice-sound, such as in my case, I loved that TV-Sitcom,
“Who's The Boss”, with
gorgeous Judy Light who went onto play the
L&O-SVU Judge, and the little girl who went onto the Patty
Hollister Wiccan show, “Charmed”,
and also the cool dude who would pronounce his daughter's nickname as
“Saaalm”, made me suddenly try
thinking in that SAAALM Tony Danza sound. Sure enough for quite a
while, I really seemed to be able to effen block these FAWCES from
being able to hear me' thoughts. BUT YOU SIMPLY
CAN'T KEEP IT UP FOREVER, and they are out there and they are
waiting for you, or for me aniwho, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
the car, the air conditioner that
doesn't work so well since it is an 'old
clunker', and the hot shot deal, needs to be discussed. For
now however, I will only tell a major story that may or may NAUT be
believed. Getting too specific would or could at least hypothetically
cause harm to the dude who helped me to install the needed crapola
that I purchased over at my local ADVANCE AUTO STORE. Tom Cruise just
popped into my mind as obviously the mighty diseased MILITUFORCE just
released the second part of their two-part MIND HACK ON ME, right
after they heard me thinking of them while I typed the prior
paragraph. Yes, Tom
Cruise was the actor
fighter pilot in that movie called, “TOP
GUN”, where that expression came from pertaining to my
troubles and now in my opinion, also the troubles of at least two
rival democrats of monster evil deadly dangerous Donald John Trump.
But back to the point now at issue. This person confirmed one thing
that I always felt was true and then told me another powerhouse thing
about my recent car damage from back last evil
demonic MILITUFORCE STRIKE
FRIDAY, 9-27!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Before
Nick was all grown up, knew more about me than any ordinary person
could, unless he was part of the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY. Yes, as a teenager of fifteen and one
quarter years of age approximately, and I say this without any funny
faces, or jokes, or puns, or lying coded songs and or poems of rhyme
here; “TEEN NICK” the
smasher of my 1994 Saturn Automobile hubcap, while I was getting
a psychic reading at a place in Deptford, New Jersey, on Route 41, if
my memory is accurately serving me here, called, “THE
GATHERING PLACE”, owned by a nice
lady named Kathy, in middle June of 1996
on a weekend, I think on a Saturday; knew who I was, and did
what he did for the same reasons the entire Astral Plane and the GODS
& GODDESSES
(COINS AND COILS) do all the things that they do,
pertaining to the 'GASME-GAMES' that
bring them endless distractions away from the unfathomable
hellishness of endlessness. That is what the entire deal is all about
whether anyone out here loves or hates this truth or NAUT, Mizz
Blake!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All grown up and twice his physical age later in
late September or the beginning of October of the year of 2010, he
had a pal of his call me from Mascara's Jail to spring him, named
'BOO'. This was after I had been working at the Harvest Outreach at
25th & Orange here in Fort Pierce, for approximately
four months time, through a program and a stipend from the Washington
DC office of the AARP Program. He said that a
lot of the music blasters were also harassing me at all hours of the
day and night, and especially when I
lived up in the hood before moving to this PH Building, back
in late April or early May some time, back in 2010; out of that even
more horrible rotten neighborhood up at 26th St., and
Avenue E. But he also told me that the damage to my car was
absolutely an intentional criminal act on the part of this young
African American girl of about 26 years of age, with quite a criminal
record as well. She was paid a hefty sum by the hip-hop-rapper world,
one dollar for every year that it has been since our great Lord
walked this Earth as a fully grown man. His words, NAUT mine, Mizz
1983 phone company BLAKE!!!!!!! When I told him that as of
yet, she didn't use the money to fix the damage on her large black
van or truck, he went onto tell me that she was given an additional
double amount for that purpose, but NAUT to use it or fix her damage
for at least a month, so that I would BE SURE to know that a message
was being sent to me to have me' ol' blogs stay out of the 'REDSTAR
SECRETS ZONE'! Hey yo,again, HIS WORDS, NAUT MINE,
evweebwuddy!!!!!! Don't even get me started here with any of this,
Misses Pharmacy Eckert from 2003, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE
YO!!!!!!!!!!!
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A
lot of mother fucking doors are going on all
day today, but not real slamming ones, just endless
and annoying. This is typical apartment
life, and until I can move away, this is where I am mother fucking
stuck, right here in DOGTOWN ON
EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
went out on my early-month errands this rotten MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING,
and at least it is not real humid today, and a nice heavy breeze is
blowing too, and it feels quite comfy-cozy, probably due to the
comparison from the long hot summer more than just a more tolerable
day temperature wise; kind folks! I put twenty bucks of gasoline
into the car, went shopping for some groceries at the Publix,
went to the TD bank to pay a
bill, and dropped off the bad-job
eyeglasses, so the peeps there
can remake them, one for close work and one for distance. Hopefully,
it will be better this THIRD time,
counting the time last year in 2018 as the FIRST
time. I also paid my rent over at the Housing
Authority Office. 'WOW'!
The
black vehicle that rammed my car back on Friday last, did not do it
at the Publix Parking lot. It happened right fucking cunt here at the
Fort Pierce Public Housing Building where I reside at 601 Avenue B in
Fort Pierce, Florida, USA-ESMWG. The black
vehicle culprit, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR, is the same criminal
bitch young AA girl, who was cursing back when the police officers
came over to witness the crime that they called 'accidental'.
This was no accident because to do that
much damage in a parking area, where unlike on a roadway where a car
can work up speed and crash into another car, no
way in Dogtown could this have been an
accident, as the laws of basic physics
simply won't allow the argument for it to be so. A child with
no detective training whatsoever knows that this HAD
TO BE DONE TO ME ON PURPOSE, and here is a lot more to
this story of this horrible fucking rotten criminal girl who I now
have to live here with as well as be parked nearby. HER
BLACK VEHICLE is a large van or truck
and the entire front of her vehicle is smashed
in with loose dangling fucking front parking lights. The exact
spot on her front passenger side black
vehicle that STRUCK
MY REAR passenger side silver fern colored vehicle is damaged,
and the matching location on my
vehicle also MATCHES
LARGE BLACK PAINT MARKS!!!!!!!!! Are
you going to let this criminal get away with doing this to me,
SHERIFF KJM sir???? This criminal has stolen a license tag off
of a car I was also told, and is guilty of numerous criminal felony
crimes, so I ask the township and county authorities, just why then
is this person permitted to live in a PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY
BUILDING????
Yes
I fucked up the moon phases AGAIN on my previous blog. SORRY. I am
going through horrible goddessdamn bullshit that is monstrous,
unfathomable, and quite relentless, day and night; so bear with me
when I make a few mother fucking errors here and there, if you
pweeeeeeeeeeeeze! Yes peeps, I know that I made two errors, the moon
phases as well as the 28 instead of 48 slots in my SECRETS-SCALE
graph, so yes, another fuck up. 'SO
SORRY' Mister Japanese Ambassador,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All joking aside and busted pumpkins
too, Paula insulted my sunburned face back on the night
of July 12, 1970 on that public transit bus, at the Atlantic City Bus
Station, on Arkansas Avenue; saying it was 'messed
up', and then she Patty breaks it again
on TV? As I type-speak at 4:31 this mother fucking rotten
lousy stinking Tuesday afternoon, the HAMMERING
HARRIET CLUB IS BACK AT IT with their endless fucking
ILLEGAL CONSTRUCTION COMPANY. Whatever
they are doing, it is absolutely 100% totally and completely
UNLAWFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes folks, you try and go through this endless persecution and
epitome of harassment for nearly HALF OF A CENTURY, and see how many
errors you might make on a blog, or for that matter, if you'd even be
sane and rational enough to type a single fucking cunt eating word at
all, yo BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I have a
complicated system of scoring the possible '48
units' along this line, from most green
at far left, all the way to most red at
far right. It has to do with the total amount of secrets that
I let out during that week, as well as how I categorize each of them,
from one through five; with five being an absolute
RED-LINE-NO-NO-SECRETS-MAXIMUM,
to smallest secrets that would be just about
totally benign as far as the possibility of ever negatively
effecting anyone any where, or their reputations some day, when all
of this is globally known about and fully published, out to the four
far corners of this world. Yes I said 28 units, and meant to type in
48 units but 'still', great Lenny Briscoe, let's see anyone else on
this planet do better than me with only half the persecution I go
through!
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BROadcasting, me' BRO!!!!
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don't have to be the great and illustrious InterDigital
Corporation previously known as not SIR PRINCE, but the
IMMC (International Mobile Machines
Corporation of Philadelphia, in late 1982 near the 'FRANKLIN
INSTITUTE' go figure; to know that COSMIC
CODES are about as important a reality as we can have here in
the waking world EARTH-PLANET! Still, Lenny sir, and all other AATS
BLOGAUDIANS out here now, or someday in photon-projection, the
example with lovely Patty's busted pumpkin commercial tells it all
here, regarding James Redfield's great
synchronicity as
well as what Mountainpen's Morianity calls, COSMIC
CODES. Then we take the great and awesome PRIVECODE
MACHINE, invented by the mighty illustrious InterDigital
Corporation previously known as not SIR PRINCE, but the
IMMC (International Mobile Machines
Corporation of Philadelphia, in late 1982 near the 'FRANKLIN
INSTITUTE' and we associate Mister Franklin, and his
fascination with LIGHTNING and electricity,
and this cannot help but become the greatest
Morianity/Webster Dictionary's definition of REDFIELD
SYNCHRONICITY, or Morianity's
COSMIC CODES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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far corners of this world. Here comes my trustworthy and quite
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I
don't have to be the great and illustrious InterDigital
Corporation previously known as not SIR PRINCE, but the
IMMC (International Mobile Machines
Corporation of Philadelphia, in late 1982 near the 'FRANKLIN
INSTITUTE' go figure; to know that COSMIC CODES are about as
important a reality as we can have here in the waking world
EARTH-PLANET!
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The
great man of wisdom and perhaps one of the top dogs of any time in
hyperspace, in the mighty dirt bag EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY'S
EDUCATIONAL
DEPARTMENT,
MISTER
COUNT VON-MARCUCCI,
would say it best, “If
it ain't broke, don't fix it”,
or no, wait a minute yo, he said the same thing but used a different
groupation of wordage, did he not? He said, “LET
IT BE”.
So tell me then folks; is it MOST
DEFINITELY NAUT TIME NOW,
all great Leviathans out there somewhere; for me to better explain
how many cosmic dots of so much truly all fit together in this, to
quote OUR ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN LORDESS SSJKK, GREAT GASME GAME of
ultimate proportions, and especially HER FAVE one called, “GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”? SOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur Crane of 1991 at
the mighty Thompson Consumer Electronics (TCE) jobsite, LET THE GASME
GAMES OF THE GODS and GODDESSES (ASTRAL PLANE COINS AND COILS),
BEGIN!!
The
person that will be giving my car the hot-shot this week so that my
air conditioning system will blow cold air again for me while riding
along, has let me in on some vely vely vely non McDowell intelesting
things, or in more accurate truths I should NAUT have said,
(NON-MCDOWELL) as it is quite McDowell related, as the great
governmental agency known as the 'FCC' is indeed intertwined into
this quite powerfully may I say in all emphasis here, peeps? It
seems that Trump's
peeps
indeed use those credit card and debt collection agencies, and powers
in the fortune five-hundred business world;
to champion their cause, whenever necessary. In other words, THEY
DO THE BIDDING of these monster criminal peeps,
when they are given the hint nod hint nod wink-wink to do so, and in
return; things run better and smoother for them in many various ways,
the
ultimate quintessential businessman's quid-pro-quo.
They are still using these FINANCIAL-FAWCES,
whenever they are in the full blown mode of persecuting me, with
their ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY,
so that their EVBIL EMPIRE FORTUNE-500 SYSTEM will remain endlessly
maxed out the most positive nth degree. They will do this to me for
as long as I live and breathe, and without anyone to believe the
torment that I am endlessly in with these mother fucking bastard cock
sucking pricks, it won't ever ever ever stop or end for me until my
body is buried or burned. This person told me that any time now, I
can expect the financial harassment to start up again if it has been
three months or so of quiet-time, and now that things have become
this bad for me again and I seem to be in this major relentless
hellishness with these MILITUFORCE pricks again, right out of the
1987-1993 times, ALL OVER MOTHER FUCKING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sure enough at around six in the evening last night, their crooked
paid off main persecutor, that won't ever stop persecuting me, called
again, the
mighty collection agency called,
'PORTFOLIO
RECOVERY',
known in the business world and banking world, for most definitely
being quite
shady
and flirting with the very edge
of illegality
with those whom they deal with and persecute! Study the legal
definition of EXTORTION. Then see a very simple legal argument. If
you cannot legally bring action to make
me pay money
that they claim
that I owe to them
and I say I
do not,
then to continue
ENDLESSLY to harass and insist of this money,
is
nothing less than EXTORTION.
This will absolutely be my legal argument if and when any of these
harassers try and sue me in a court of law on DEBTS
THAT ARE NOW
TEN YEARS OLD,
and that they know perfectly totally well, they have zero
chance of collecting a dime
from me on these matters.
They took the chance of buying these debts, and receiving a certain
percentage of the dollar they invested, from the actual credit cards
that I held, when I lived up in Jersey; and I
never told them to buy those debts.
In any event, they
had their chance and legal window in time,
to make their
claims for remedy, called the statute of debt limitations,
and they failed
to do so.
Only JC PENNEY ever filed a lawsuit on me, in the summer time of
2011, on a debt last incurred at the end of 2009. In less than three
month, a
full ten years will have passed,
since I had any contractual debt made or purchased with anyone,
anywhere. As I said, if
this is not extortion, then what is, SHERIFF MASCARA sir????????????
I have absolutely no money at all to repay these things, and if they
think that they can get blood from a stone, then be my mother fucking
guest, is my quote here to them. But my point here, Archie Bunker, or
me' pernt kind friend, is thisssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!! According
to this dude who will be 'hot-shotting' my car this week; this
is absolutely TRUMP and his parallel-event criminal henchmen behind
all of these relentless assaults on me
that go on forever without let up or remedy. The dude even told me
that any time now, I can expect another call, and sure enough, I got
one early on Sunday evening. If I could get things like that at the
racetrack, I'd be a shit eating fucking cunt ass millionaire. He also
told me that the Dark Web is my
ultimate answer
for
getting some real meaningful help someday
for this MILITUFORCE
MAJOR PROBLEM I AM IN!
The gambling I did at the Atlantic
City casinos
as well as TRUMPS
CASINOS
was all part of this ICPE-APE-TECH
bullshit that I am suffering through to this very mother fucking day.
So the reason it is definitely MCDOWELL connected as I said, is
because the regular web and the dark web are still all part of a
communications system, and bob McDowell, my Cooley H.H. Hall school
chum from 1972 went onto become the Chairman of the FCC.
A
child can see that ever since this fucking cunt whistle blower shit
hit the mother fucking fan a short time ago, TRUMP HAS POURED ON THIS
PARALLEL EVENT NIGHTMATRE ASSAULT to lessen his problems. This is an
invisible technology that is absolutely outlawed and forbidden for
human mortal usage by the ASTRAL GODS (COINS AND COILS OF PURGATORY),
but try telling ALMIGHTY DIRT BAG DONALD JOHN TRUMP that little bit
of Marcucci-wisdom!!!!
It
was not the mouse in the apartment that caused the beginning on my
MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULT ON ME LAST WEEK, EITHER. I thought that the
mouse would fuck with the loose wire and cause the video cut out,but
it happened before all that other shit that I blogged about when this
all began for me, all that Comcast horse shit. It all began with
another nasty fucking video-cut-out AGAIN! Where are you Mizz late
sixties Sabrina Dark Shadows Collins, yo??????????????? Don't fuck my
face up, please lovely Mizz Hollister!
TANKS-BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, it seems
according to Sir Hot-Shot, that there is sort of like a 'code of
conduct' in the Dee-Webbers Club, (those in the dark-web). This code
is all about never sharing info from there with the out-clubbers or
the rest of all of us not in the club. Nothing new about that
concept, but allow me to further explain how this fits into shit
going on all around me right now. Just as I have named the NG-ADS
agent by that title, I will call this dude, “the other cold drink”,
and this fellow has a real good pal who doesn't care about the code
of honor or conduct in the Dee Webbers Club or just the 'DWC' for
short. After a quick run, he says that I am totally unknown there,
and that this is my problem indeed. To quote him, “This is where I
may need to go in order to make offers of exchange, where I can give
something of great value, my knowledge and info to those who would
appreciate getting it once they realize that I am to quote RT from
school and in closer to modern times, “most definitely for real”
and that my info would and could absolutely benefit many people in
all sorts of walks of life, financial, research, medical, scientific,
on and on I can go, as I know so much forbidden info that no
encyclopedia could ever fucking contain what is up in my head. I can
offer this exchange for some help against the MILITUFORCE powers
injuring and destroying my entire life for nearly a half century. The
main reason I am getting no help is two fold, he told me. He went
onto tell me that these two things are 'that I need to have some shit
authenticated and proven', an easy enough thing to do if anyone would
ever give me an honest chance to do it, and also, 'in an environment
where there is no fear of reprisal'. That would exist in the DARK-WEB
of course, axiomatically. Of course software for dark web usage ain't
one bit cheap. But, I am hoping to eventually be put in touch with
one of his contacts who as I said, ain't all that concerned with the
honor and codes of the club when it comes to outsiders, as in rare
cases, exceptions to all things need to be made, and we all know this
to be a true fucking fact.
Here
is a topic that can go on for longer than the fucking chosen people
wondered aimlessly through the great deserts, several thousand years
ago. The topic of measuring effects in real life of evil forces
perpetrating evil demonic shit against us, or ME for topic of this
blog. If it is not the neighbors, it is my health attacks, and if not
that, then it is in the air, or it is property damage, or it is
utility strikes on me, or this or that, butTERCHEESE
and BIG ASS BUTT,
but folks, it is always
a combined bunch of unrelenting hellishness of inconceivable
proportions against me,
and it goes on in a precisely fucking cunt measurable way, decade in
and decade out since August
the fifteenth,
in 1986.
Not the fifDEENth of SEPTEMBER, Mizz Doris Plum in 1979 either, and
no, I didn't forget you on that horrible anniversary mother fucking
day a couple of weeks back, sweetie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
got out of your damn ass shithole,
and yessir, yes mahm, before you burned it down and almost committed
felony-murder as a result, you horrendous evil fucking monster
witch!!!!!!!! Still, peeps like you created the names of Landlord
Lightning and Jewish Lightning. Still, the mighty
and illustrious
Mister
Clarence Harris,
the Assistant to Congressman Rob Andrews in 1998,
told me a wild story about how he tried moving to escape problems he
was going through, and to quote him here, “It
was as if even though I managed to outrun one or more specific bad
problems I was having, brand new replacement
problems
would come right back at me, when I would move to another place;
equalizing the intensity of the misery, as
if it was some mysterious measuring cup”
and I'll never ever forget that statement that he made to me that day
in some little park with hoop courts in a wooded area nearby his
Sicklerville, NJ, home!!!! I also received
a powerful special message from
the Almighty,
back
in the summer time of the year of 1975,
telling me about
this very thing,
and the Assembly
of God Church,
and my then semi-pal Mister Jim T. Burr, both
told me this was absolutely a real message that I had been given by
Almighty Jehovah!!!!
I
did not need them to tell me that either,
folks!!!!
This
led me within about seven years, to create what I call, “LIFE
CHARTS”,
where indeed, I would accurately measure my days in mathematical
terms in numbers from one to five, on several parameters of things
pertaining to events of the days, and then with this little formula,
I was actually able to know in advance every single time I was about
to fall under another new and HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
non Senator-Sanders MILITUFORCE
DEATH SIEGE,
as well as be able to chart numerous other things, so that I would be
able to measure a lot of other necessities. I
did this until the middle late summer time in the year of 1997.
At this time, things were so horrible, that I
actually quit making any more life charts.
If I had not stopped, I
WOULD HAVE LOST MY MOTHER FUCKING MIND,
between the unfathomable hellishness that surround me, as well as the
coexisting horrendous monster curse I was experiencing, of being
absolutely obsessed with trying to find the great mysterious teen
queen from my past in Atlantic City, SARAH!
But let us keep moving along here, peeps!!!!
Whoever
tried to DESTROY MY AUTOMOBILE BACK ON FRIDAY THE ELECTRICAL NUMBER
OF 9-27, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR, used a BLACK COLORED VEHICLE, as
there was an old expression from my days as a young adult in the
early seventies, two of them actually, one was called a “fender
bender”
and another was called “trading
paint”,
both meaning, there
was car collision, that normally, did not totally wreck the involved
vehicles, other than for some cosmetic damage.
Someone
who intentionally TRADED PAINT with me on Friday, September 27, 2019
Sheriff sir; USED A BLACK PAINT COLORED VEHICLE.
Before I duct taped over the HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
damaged area, I could plainly see that they used a BLACK
COLORED VEHICLE.
Now the joke to all of this is that if my second project had been
allowed to work and if that dirt bag Mister Lee last year hadn't
totally screwed me for absolutely no good reason at all; I
may know who did this to me,
either here at the PH-Parking
Lot,
or at the Publix
Parking Lot.
I will explain the details to these claims at a later time, and on
later blog works, and THAT,
I absolutely promise you all out here!
AND
NO; not @ Patty
Hollister's
parking lot!
END
TRANSMISSION.
THIS
IS AN OFFICIAL DYING
UTTERANCE
AND DYING
DECLARATION.
IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA, I WAS
MURDERED; SO HELP ME 'GOD' AND COUNTRY, ON
THIS SWORN OATH
I NOW TAKE WITH MYSELF, SUBJECT TO CRIMINAL
PROSECUTION
AND PERJURY
CHARGES
IF ANYONE EVER CAN PROVE THIS TO BE A LIE OR ANY INTENTIONAL ATTEMPT
TO DECIEVE, OR TO CAUSE ANY POSSIBLE MISUNDERSTANDINGS OF ANY FACTS
PRESENTED, ON
ANY OF MY ENTIRE FOURTEEN YEARS OF BLOGS
CALLED THE
'BOM',
THAT
BEGAN EARLY IN JANUARY
OF THE COMMON-ERA YEAR OF 2006.
PLEASE
TAKE THIS VERY SERIOUSLY, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, KIND SIR; AS IT IS
MEANT
TO BE TAKEN QUITE SERIOUSLY.
THANK
YOU VERY MUCH SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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KENNETH
J. MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, OH GREAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME KIND
SIR, I AM UNDER THE HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGEST
ASSAULT EVER, SINCE MY ENTIRE
TIME I HAVE LIVED NOW IN YOUR WONDERFUL MARVELOUS GREAT FLORIDIAN
COUNTY, IN THIS TERIFFIC AND STUPENDOUS UNITED
STATES EMPIRE OF WEALTHY AND ROYAL
KING-MAFIA INTIMIDATING BILLIONAIRES, WHO 'RULE AND REIGN' SUPREME,
OVER ALL OF THE REST OF US POOR, PITIFUL, AND PATHETIC NOBLE
AND SURF POPULATION, ALSO
KNOWN AS (AKA) THE “HAVE-NAUTS”, AT LEAST AS
PRONOUNCED BY THE MIGHTY AND ILLUSTRIOUS AT&T
MIZZ BLAKE OF THE 1983 ANNOYANCE CALLER BUREAU, UP THERE IN
SUPER LOVELY NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!! I
TEND TO GET CARRIED AWAY WITH MY SARCASTIC FACETIOUS BEHAVIOR WHEN I
AM STRUCK THIS HARD DAY AFTER DAY WITH A RELELNTLESS DEATH ASSAULT,
WITHOUT ANY REMEDY OR VINDICATION WHATSOEVER, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!
This
wild nightmare DEATH SIEGE ON MEGA STEROID
BUCKETS can only be described as the authorities
being unwilling and or unable to prevent what is and has been being
done to and against me, for forty to fifty mother fucking
years now. This of course gives those diseased bastards with
unlimited power, an ABSOLUTE LEGAL LICENSE
to pull off this shit against me, without fear of reprise or
punishment in even the least little fucking cunt eating
way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff
Mascara sir, I will need to go off and reboot. These
diseased filthy fucking pukes just DISABLED
MY MIKE SOFT HELL WRECKER SPELLchecker
SYSTEM AGAIN.
BUT YOU AIN'T HEARD NUTTIN' FUCKING YET SIR, SO
DO NOT GO ANYWHERE PLEASE, OH GREAT SIR. THANK-UUUUUUUUUUU as
is sometimes said up at the Harlem Sugar Hill
Eats place, not that far from Bruce
Pennock's (LENNOX) Avenue. My old original blogs from the
first two years will explain why I say these things, and it all makes
absolute sense, and no part of any of this are the delusions or made
up fantasies of a crazy wild madman nutcase, despite WFMU's
wonderful awesome opinions and commentaries, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
AUTOMOBILE WAS TOTALLED TODAY. It happened either at
the PUBLIX parking lot at the Virginia Avenue Mall, or else it
happened here at the Public Housing Authority
parking lot. Some evil rotten bastard
plowed into the passenger side rear of my car at high speed for any
parking lot, as most people know that 10-15
is the normal limit in any mother fucking lot, and there's NO
WAY IN CUNT LAPPING DOGTOWN
AKA (HELL), that this HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
amount of damage that was done, could have been done by any
vehicle moving at that slow rate of speed, as the entire rear
area is caved in as if someone threw a fucking stick of dynamite at
it. The car was only here or at Publix, and several days ago when I
went to my trunk to retrieve a six pack of Mountain-Dew Soda, the
damage HAD NAUT AS OF YET
HAPPENED, KIND SIR! I
observed it around just shy of three yesterday afternoon, when I came
out of the Fort Pierce Virginia Mall PUBLIX Grocery Store, with
a cart full of groceries. After coming back home and unpacking
my stuff, I of course immediately DIALED
911. Two very nice police officers came out and we went
downstairs to the car and they witnessed the event. Later on after
this I had another errand that needed to be taken care of, picking up
some new eyeglasses from my recently visited optometrist's annual
exam. The dude fitting me for the glasses was able to see my car in
the parking lot right outside a window from his view, and told me
that this is close to one thousand dollars of damage, and he is
knowledgeable on body shop repair and has close friends in that bizz.
He said that State Farm
would most likely replace the entire
rear area, since it was a
hit and run, but since the
police refused to create that almighty 'non-dollar' Leon Mitryk
'paper-trail'
on the incident, because I was unable to say for sure which of the
two spots that the 'accident' occurred at, and I know that without
that report, no insurance company will pay for the repairs.
Fortunately for me, the officers allowed me to
get into the vehicle and test my rear lighting systems, to
see if they had been effected by the damage, such as the
rear turn signals, the three brake lights, and the regular tail-light
system. ALL IS “OKAY”, Mister
John King, to quote your fave word
from late August or early September of 1996 in Atlantic City,
NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The book value on a 2004 Dodge-Neon car that
is not in perfect shape, and that is filled with numerous scratches,
key assaults, and dings, by evil criminal-enemies and demons in human
form; is at most the same amount of money that this damage done to me
would cost me to have repaired, hence the auto world's used word,
“TOTALLED”. At
least totaled in my case doesn't mean COMPLETELY DESTROYED, since
neither the electrical system or the engine were effected by this
monstrous hellish assault on me, one tiny iota whittle bit; me' kind
wonderful awesome SHERIFF, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
quote the great Werther's Candies
in an antimatter parallel alternate world, this was most certainly
NAUT a little piece of bliss!!!!
Well,
I knew this was NAUT gonna' fucking be a
wonderful day, when I crawled out of bed around just a little
past eleven of the cunt lapping rotten ass diseased clock, back on
Friday MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING!!!!
Allow me to further enlighten all of you as to why “I
am saying that”, and
without ANY FUCKING FIRES, THRILLS OR
JOYS, DISNEY COMPANIES, OR MICHAEL CRICHTON'S either, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was in a fairly distant parallel alternate reality while physically
asleep, or as the world would word it, while
I was 'dreaming', and I was in a car, and someone who I
don't know from here in this dimension, but who I did know well, or
at least my doppelganger (double-self)
knew well over there, and we ended up in Atlantic City; and then we
were driving south to a neighboring shore town called Margate,
New Jersey, only the entire real estate was major
different in that parallel world, and incredible
huge buildings were all over the place,
both in Atlantic City
as well as in Margate,
and everywhere. Time won't allow me to get a lot more specific
on the details of my nocturnal-experience, but later on sometime, I
will indeed tell a lot more about it, as many
things were way too important to just dismiss this. For now,
the connections to this bad day are first, the
car ride jumps out. Whenever
I am in a car, something happens
over here to me that has to do with also
being in my CAR, perhaps not a full one hundred percent,
but I swear it is a large amount close to that
full 100. This is all how the gods
taught prophets such as Biblical Joseph and Daniel,
and others, to in fact interpret the TOWEL-SEEPAGE
EFFECTS (TSE) of the 5-D-transdimensional
hyperspace. It is absolutely real, and not what the APA head
shrinker folks insist that it is, all just a bunch of delusions and
hooey to think this way. You can believe them
OR THE BIBLE, and that is of course your
choice, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will no longer use the eye place I have been going to the last two
annual visits, as they are incompetent. Both times, the glasses are
completely fucked up and wrong. They were supposed to make me a pair
for close work and a pair for distance driving, and they fucked up
and made them both for close work. The diopter
power strength of them was also totally wrong, and I
cannot see worth a fucking shit close up, and am still using my old
pair for both close up and distance. Monday they will redo my two
pairs, using the same strength in my current
bifocal pair. I cannot get used to bifocal glasses. They
totally suck, and I much rather have the two separate pairs, and I
already paid them the additional fifty dollars, and the rest
was paid for by the annual eye allowance, through my
medical insurance plan with the wonderful Humana System. I am
supposed to contact them on Monday, and they will take the old
bifocal diopter powers and then they will create the two separate eye
glasses for me; and this is already paid for, but they insist that I
wait several days over the weekend, to see if the muscles in my eyes
adjust to them, and I already totally know
that they won't. But I do what I am told, even though this
is what they said last year, and I was too fucking stupid to insist
on getting this thing right, as after-all, I
am paying for this service. This is the endless story
of my life, not only far less money than average folks get
in life for me, but what little I do get, the
bang for my fucking cunt buck sucks and stinks and is far less
than the other people's bang on their mother fucking
dollars!!!!!!!!!!! And you're fucking
complaining on the Schuylkill Expressway, CUZZ DON??????????????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Between
shortly past seven, and up through at least half past eleven on
Friday fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING,
the noisy scum balls next door to me, in apartment unit number 605,
were slamming
doors and shouting
in the fucking hallway, another indicator of a very bad
fucking horrendous day to go through, AKA a
SUPER BOTBAR!!!!
Another
major fucking indicator that things are bad or also translatable to
“FAWCES ALL AROUND ME BEING ACTIVATED AT HIGH
INTENSITY”, are when I am hit while out, with what Morianity
refers to as a GIANT-GIRLS ATTACK
everywhere, and yessir, this began the second
that I mother fucking parked at the PUBLIX
GROCERY STORE yesterday afternoon and started walking into
the place. Really gigantic huge and tall
sluts were literally crawling around
and just came out of the woodwork. It may seem stupid and
benign to you, but “I KNOW WHAT I
KNOW”, and I know this is a very real and VERY
POWERFUL reality around me. I have two other topics that
need to be addressed here, and so let me do a quick opener that later
on can be followed up with a lot more elucidation and detail!!!!
Let's get started in finishing up this blog so I may get my sorry
puny pitiful whittle ass into bed, and fall prey to whatever the
almighty HALLS-FAWCES have
planned for me transdimensionally in the incredible and unfathomable
fifth dimensional hyperspace!
First
folks, I came out of the fucking shower back on Thursday night at
about ten minutes shy of seven, and wanted to watch something on my
TV, and decided to try one of the so-called fucking COMCAST features
of my SXFTY-1-service. According to them, I can push the little blue
mic-prompt on my Comcast-Remote, and say “Go back twenty” and
then the system will go back in the program being watched, twenty
minutes. Well if it works, IT SURE DOESN'T MOTHER FUCKING COCK
SUCKING WORK FOR POOR WHITTLE MARK W. MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON M. That,
IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Instead of doing this, it switched the program I was
viewing t channel 451 on the FXHD channel, a FOX CHANNEL, and I
rarely condescend to watching any FOX shit, since they are jerk off
TRUNP-LOVERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whether these FOX MILITUFORCE ENEMIES did
this to me, or whatever actually happened when I used this so-called
tech feature that my service is supposed to have with the mighty
illustrious Comcast Company, is not at issue, although I suspect fowl
play since it did indeed go to the FOX channel and then froze there
until nearly five the next morning when I heard that little voice
again inside of me instructing me to try putting my shit back
together to see if it would finally become unfrozen, and it did.
Still, it was my own fault for trusting the technological bullshit
and using that stupid ass voice feature on my X1-Remote. That wiped
out my entire TV night yesterday, and I missed the Sundance L&O
shows that were on. Then I blogged and I talked about the “cornfield
voice” such as the same one that told me many things through many
decades, and one being “HA HA, just wait until the fourth of next
June”! This of course was heard in my head in the autumn of 1982
and then the following year 1983, on that date, at precisely 10:30
P.M., I began to choke to death for absolutely no rational rhyme nor
reason, just as THE VOICE spoke that gloom and doom prophecy to me
two thirds of a year earlier from 1802 ROBIN HILL NON TOBYCOUCH
APARTMENTS in Voorhees, New Jersey! When I went to look at the TV
schedule on my Comcast system after waking up to these noisy
neighbors, I checked the Sundance Channel for the lineup that night
and instead of seeing the usual (LAW AND ORDER) being on back to back
until around midnight, it showed that dumb ass show that my dad loved
so fucking much, “MASH”, and that really pissed me off, but
STILL, Lenny Briscoe sir, YO, I've learned that I CANNOT ALWAYS TRUST
THAT STUPID ASS FUCKING GUIDE, any more than growing up in Oaklyn at
the Dellway Arms Apartments, I could trust the accuracy of that
stupid ass mother fucking “TV-GUIDE” in booklet form. Voile'
peeps, L&O was on as it normally is on Friday's, and Mash was
not. So at least I got to enjoy that, and then at midnight I switched
over the A&E Channel for the rerun of the 9:00 P.M. “LIVE PD”
show. That too is a very fantastic and entertaining show, and I am
very glad it is on the damn system. Great job guys, Abrams, Tom, and
Sticks, you go, you rock, I love you dudes, yo!!!!!!!!!
The
other thing I need to open up, is that it seems yes, that
the Atlantic city enemies retaliated with their FAMOUS
PROPERTY DAMAGE SHIT they have done now to me, as well as
to Patty & Merry as we all know,
huh lovely Mizz WOW SPOONDANCE,
mailboats and mailboxes all not withstanding here, but on
top of all of this, I have not forgotten the PARALLEL
EVENT that jerk off subskummite Donald John Trump has been using
against me TO GET HIS WAY ENDLESSLY, every time he gets into any
serious problems, woes, and troubles since he began doing this to me
in the middle nineteen-eighties, at his casinos, and
with my car that day that he first opened up his PLAZA CASINO,
and at his very first Atlantic City Casino, leading me to the
nightmares of Jerry Texaco of Berryville, Hammonton,
NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now a moron child in diapers knows that
recently, wonderful great HR Mizz Nancy Pelosi has started the
impeachment proceedings against this monster criminal in that fucked
up WHITE
HOUSE, and so BOOM; he
always hurts me and my property, using this
horrendous mother fucking ICPE-APE-TECH,
and this has gone on for three and a half diseased fucking decades of
time now, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' OL' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
mighty ADVANCE AUTO
place no longer does the car air conditioning hot shot work for you.
They still sell the bottle, but then the
customer, ME, needs to install it. It only takes five minutes
or so IF you know what you're doing, and HOW to do it; and I DO
NAUT,MIZZ BLAKE OF 1983!!!!!!!!!! So I then decided to do something
that I will not blog because the MILITUFORCE
ENEMIES might exact revenge, and hurt other innocent
people just as they wiped out my Miami pal's sensor switch in his old
clunker car back two months ago yo. But I will say this much however,
me' wonderful awesome BLOGAUDIANS and mostly AATS peeps naturally: I
found a dude who will do this for me for an extremely reasonable fee,
and will be doing this next week, since every year or two, I seem to
need a new shot of the cold gas if I wish to ride in a comfortable
cool car in this Florida fucking endless oven!!!! While speaking to
this person later this afternoon, I learned something beyond powerful
about many people both here in this building, the local authorities,
the town of Fort Pierce, and much much more, and
saying one single word right now without better and or more adequate
mother fucking protection, would be absolute 'sianara' SUICIDE,
and no peeps, I do not know how to spell the word, and as usual, the
mighty fucking Microsoft Spellchecker system is totally impotent to
assist me with it. SO SAHWEE peeps across the great Pacific 'Ponds',
oh mighty QUEEN!
OUCH
me' head; me' ol' 22nd great-granny!
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I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I
am the one in 1984, from Highland Avenue. Oh boy, Patty and
friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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