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OCTOBER 19, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 6:7
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MOUNTAINPEN'S
WEEKLY SECRET SCALES THERMOMETER/BAROMETER:
Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-15-19
*****************************************l******
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
EXPECT
AN EVEN HIGHER STS RATING NEXT WEEK, ON THE 22nd
OF 10-2019.
STS----(Secrets
Thermometer Scale)
Yes
as a result of this blog today people, the rating will be a minimum
of one red star in. If you are not in the mood for, and I will quote
the great wonderful President Barack Obama here, a real
“doozie-whopper”, well, I have some great advice for you, yo.
QUIT READING THIS ONE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
had four straight fairly okay days this week, Monday through
Thursday. BUT, and I truly verily fucking mean, “BIG
ASS BUTT”, yesterday, FRIDAY, was
'HELEN WHEELS', whoever this DOGTOWNITE MIGHT BE, me
awesome BROadcasting BRO's and other BLOGAUDIANS out here,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes people, Friday was super major mother
fucking
hell, and I
will be counterstriking with me' trustworthy
MAGGIE on this blog, although I admit that lately,I am in
doubt of just how damn trustworthy my system is indeed, BRAHHH!!!
Here
is what was done to me yesterday; me' wonderful
awesome great SHERIFF KEN MASCARA,
KIND SIR.
I TOOK A MAJOR INCREDIBLE NOISE
ASSAULT
ALL OVER THE DAMN ASS PLACE, and it was both outside as well
as right in here and all around my pitiful pathetic elderly abused
apartment, with screaming and shouting, doors slamming all
goddessdamn day long; and it was off the scales
major with constant continuous ILLEGAL NABES AND THEIR ILLEGAL
GUESTS, COUSIN GUESTS, AND THE GODS
ONLY KNOW WHO, WHAT, WHERE, and all of that stinking
rotten lousy-ass jazz from DOGTOWN ON STEROIDS, YO
YO YO YO!!!!
One
positive note to the events of this week besides four straight days
of the opposite end of my post early eighties off the scale
bi-polarized personal magnetics around me in some kind of
unfathomable war of endlessly racing ranges of alternation, where
things got very quiet and there was absolutely zero persecution on
me, and this was my eyeglasses deal worked out for me, as did the
bank deal, and whatever the reason for my inability to log onto my
account a while back, Sheriff KJM sir, has now been corrected by the
wonderful staff of Toronto Dominion Bank, at the great Ohio Avenue
and Route 1 intersection branch-store! So as 'Chester'-Frank
might put it right about now folks, along with the wonderful and
beyond awesome Senator Sanders
in a duel effort as well, I'm yelling a great big gargantuan and
“HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
*WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*”!!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, I am seemingly back again, after six weeks or so away from it,
to wild dreaming-interactions of being at Atlantic City on the beach
and in the ocean, or the same thing only in weird more distant types
of alternate parallel realities, and many times I am with the same
people, who I wouldn't know from Sir Adam
Pickabones, should I pass them on the street somewhere yo. I
was with that same gorgeous lovely teenager the past two nights that
keeps asking me to go out with her, and of course, I am not 65 years
old in those realities but about three to four decades younger.
Yes
Sheriff KJM sir; I enjoyed watching you last
evening on the SLC
County-Cable-Channel (#28) in Fort
Pierce at Comcast, where I saw you during a career promotions
ceremony, where LEO's were being graduated into sergeants and
lieutenants. I always enjoy seeing you on TV, and hearing your laugh,
as I need al the joy I can find in my miserable life, and you appear
to have a very infectious laugh.
Yes
everybody, AATS, Sheriff KJM, and any other Blogaudians out here; my
goddamn ass life goes way beyond being a mere part of the
fictional-Executive-ADA Jack McCoy's, “Silly old dog”. Whether
any of you out here choose to ever believe any of my claims and or
my stories, of wild unbelievable bullshit cubed; it is all the total
absolute truth, so help me Almighty Goddess
SSJKK (Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle), the great PINK GODDESS.
I hereby swear under full binding legal voluntary oath that what I
tell you is the truth with nothing added or deleted, nor exaggerated
in any way either. I know precisely and exactly how to eradicate
poverty out of this country within three decades if my plan was ever
followed to the letter-'T', and I also know how to keep the Social
Security Administration (SSA) solvent and forever running and
eventually not even needed at all, simply by turning back the
biological clocks that all human beings
in simple plain cellular truths of microbiology are,
even though we cannot visually perceive those cellular truths
with the naked eye, and I know that old people can indeed be
literally turned younger again and that this has already been done to
lab rats in a building where I once worked as a janitor or custodian
as it would be called in today's world of political correctness (PC).
I also can end boredom, alter the entire world in ways far greater
than Mark Zuckerberg did with his almighty Facebook website, and all
of the technology exists right now for beginning this incredible
thing on an elementary level and it would grow just as did the
Facebook phenomenon, eventually making this world a virtual paradise,
eliminating the drudgery of a 40-hour work-week, and literally tons
of other such stuff too numerous to even think of getting into on a
blog. I wouldn't even make the feeble absurd attempt to go on now and
try doing nonsense like that. I will state with total truth under
this voluntary sworn oath, that all my knowledge is useless and
completely meaningless, unless my 2,000 plus year old family curse
could be broken, the (HUNTINGTON CURSE). I know however that every
bit as much as one person has this gift while another person has that
gift, and THIS IS A SCRIPTUAL TAUGHT REALITY FOLKS not made up by the
Mountainpen yo, there indeed is someone out here somewhere on this
miserable globe of helplessly out of control blue and white snot, who
indeed does know how I can break this family curse. I know this truth
as sure as I know that I am sitting on a green fucking chair and
pounding on little black and white computer keys right now, yo! I
would do anything or give anything or sign anything to reach such a
deal of exchange with whoever that may be, SO LONG AS IT IS LEGAL OF
COURSE, or to quote distant cousin Donald, just so long as it can all
be done “LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY”
I
won't lie and tell you that I thought back decades and decades ago,
that I could have possibly survived this much punishment or that this
thing around me would really follow me right to the goddamn day that
I will die, and obviously it will. I never believed that I could cut
it, naut this much death punishment and endless unrelenting
persecution and harassment. But I have survived it, and I am cutting
it. The mustard has not been so think so far that I have not been
able to keep cutting through it. I may be the most miserable mother
fucking retch on the planet, but I am still here, and I am indeed
fucking surviving. This leads me to another joke that I thought of,
that yes, Lightning would tease me if SHE were in here with me now,
and tell me how rotten awful my jokes are, and how my mom only liked
them because she is my mom, and Lightning is most probably telling it
to me straight up and on the square. So I ask you, what did one very
ancient scissors blade ask its twin? Answer, “I wonder just how
long we can keep cutting it”. Mike McNulty would chime in right
about now should he be here in this apartment, the gods forbid, with
his globally famous by now, “Alligator Haters
Anonymous”-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
(SPEAKING
OF KEEPING IT ALL LEEEEEEEGAL):
I
am going to let the world in on something, but telling you to
actually do this, would possibly NAUT BE
LEGAL in some areas of the world, with
my own country most likely being one of them, as practicing
what they would possibly call MEDICINE, without
being properly licensed; can indeed land
a citizen in jail for years, so I am merely telling you
all, that I do this from time to time, and yes; it
amplifies the brain's power,
and it does allow anyone to develop more and more closely in towards
being a full Type-3-Exploratron (T3E). When I was at the
Maryland's Camp Chesapeake back in July of both 1967 as well as 1968,
with Mister 'Washmymouthoutwithsoapforcussing' Mack
Kaiter, my
Camp-Counselor, I woke up one morning with my hand inside of a
large bowl of water. This was done as a joke or whatever to quote the
future Congressman of 1975, but it gave me an idea once I learned
some basic chemistry and rudimentary electrical knowledge just from
attending normal pre-college school. When I want to control my
dreaming-interactions a bit better than I could otherwise normally do
upon falling asleep, I take about twenty batteries, place them in a
special container of salty water with a special lid that I designed
so that my hand could go into it but it would not spill out and into
my bed while I would be sleeping. This electrical connection most
definitely enhances brainwave activity but I would not suggest doing
it too often, as I to this day save this for about three to five
times annually when I really do try and learn about something, from
the 'other side' of reality. Sometimes I have used this as a dual
activity with both the Fascitar as well as several I-Ching trances
that I placed myself into over the past nearly four decades now. The
time in 1986 that sent me five months into that parallel world where
Jimmy Carter told me he knows that I am dead, and upon awakening, my
life completely altered forever; was one of these times. However, the
I-Ching trance that I went into back on Pearl Harbor (PH) Day of 1996
at the Somerdale Death-House, happened without using this
dual-technique so nothing is ever written in stone as I am sure all
of you know and have heard before. I want to mention this thing on
this blog for reasons that I alone understand, and for now, I need to
put a period on this and move along with the final parts to this blog
for today, yo folks!!!!
Now
I need to refresh the memories of the BLOGAUD for a quick seck here
with the story of my 1994 book called, “The Permission Barrier”,
Copyrighted © on Halloween Day of 1994, when the official postal
time and date stamp was printed on the mailing envelope to the great
LOC (Library Of Congress), in Redbank, New Jersey, after I had
enjoyed a two hour visit at National Park by the Delaware River, a
place that originally inspired me in 1979 to write my also ©
Copyrighted song, titled, “Long River Blues”! Remember folks, all
things have their sources, and this is an extremely important
reality to endlessly focus on, realize,
and input into all the things that we do
in our lives. To quote the great and illustrious Mister Dennis Snyder
of Elm, New Jersey, “That's just reality son”!!!! Now there was a
local county newspaper that we will call “Voice of Voorhees” and
its owner and publisher, who we'll call, Mizz Terri Ruth Jones, and
this lady told me that she would help to get my book published once I
had completed it and copyrighted it, which I shortly thereafter did
just that. I warned her that she needed to get past an area somewhere
around the fifth cassette tape, as there were twenty-four total C-90
cassette tapes to this book that I had dictated, long before internet
grew anywhere near its present size or before the great AUDIBLE came
along, YO! She promised she would, and this was the first of two
hurdles. She did NAUT. She got to it and saw only a visceral austere
rigid old fashioned preconceived notion that I was some chill-mo,
because I had given Lightning's ASTRAL-AGE that she endlessly exists
at, as seven years younger than her true eighteen years. Time,
existence, all of it, on the Astral-Plane,cannot and I mean it most
certainly and definitely CANNOT be related nor equated to anything
that the human rational mind can perceive through human logic and
reasoning. When she ignored me and I finally went to her office and
explained this to her, she agreed to read past the fifth fucking
tape, but I already knew then, I could forget getting any assistance
from her, as this is simply the way life seems to go for me, and
always has, and most obviously and axiomatically, ALWAYS GODDAMN
FUCKING WILL ALSO!!!! And sure enough, she read it, loved it, and to
quote Russ Thaxton from 1969 with Marucci and myself, I was blowing
her 'damn' mind, Senator Bernie Sanders, sir. She said to me that
nothing like it existed anywhere and that probably no publisher ever
told that to any writer, not with sincerity, and she then originally
wanted to help me with it, so long as I let her make a few
alterations so that I wouldn't appear to be a child molester, and a
few other little insignificant items as well. However, month after
month went by in the following year of fucking 1995, and eventually
she told me that after twenty years of publishing her “Voice
Of Voorhees” weekly newspaper, she had
suddenly out of the blue decided to go back to teaching as she had
done as a younger woman, and she went
back to teach at the high school, right
near the library
where I had so much difficulty,
in the old days of Eddie Himacane
when these blogs (BOM) were just beginning in 2006 and 2007.
This was located right where Taunton Avenue spurs into Route 73
South, and where four years out in
negative space of photon projection (the
future), I would be living a few miles down from there at 231
Route 73 South at Guthrie Short's mansion near the cellphone
tower, in Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, poof, just
like the Miami professor, and a thousand others involved in my life
over the past half fucking century or so, they stab me in the back
and just go away, and tell me basicly to go the fuck to
DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!! Now lads and lassies and Lab dogs and Labbers,
thissssssssssssssssssssssssss all fits into things that are going to
be opened up and harped on and interconnected as the following months
of my blogs continue to press onward!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
was gonna' mother fucking say onward and upward, but in truth, I
would really need to say, ONWARD & DOWNWARD, would
I NAUT, Miss AT&T BLAKE of
1983??????????? Yessir folks and peeps out here, a minimum of
a dozen parts to my wonderful 1994 book, “TPB”, have all been
taken, and used, and ripped off; and those marvelous things that I
wrote have all gone into other things in the great ENTERTAINMENT
WORLD, that my daughter
wonders endlessly why I
despise and detest so much. Like fucking WOW Miss
Winfrey; and many many millions of fucking dollars have been
made by many people, while of course the author behind it all, WAS
JUST LEFT CRAWLING IN THE DUST WITH ROACHES AND MAGGOTS
all over him for his reward and
thanx!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I said, there is indeed a
method to my madness here, and things will perfectly all tie
together, and IPYT. This is why I needed to lay these foundations
before typing out what just might bring my RED
ZONE STARS to an ALL TIME RIGHT
FIELD HIGH in polarization, by this
coming fucking Tuesday.
In
my 1994 “TPB” (The
Permission Barrier) book, I discussed many things within the
confines of a fictional character named Russ
Walker, me, who later IMHO went onto create, whether it be
directly, or indirectly, through and by way of
VIA Halls Fawces; all great garage
kicking karate
and martial arts moves, with or without wonderful rangers
from wonderful southwestern states like TEXAS,
and several of these things are all as intertwined as any groupation
of ivy branches ever were, in the history of ancient colleges yo; and
the main item was how fawces can be located and intentionally used
afterwards, in order to hurl things to great unfathomable distances,
so that planetoid-colonies could be set up far
away from Earth, and then using a cosmic-internet (cosmanet)
for lack of naming it any better, my entire life can be rationally
explained, at least to some degree, and even ADA
RIRTZ said to me, after he was given one
of the copies of this book on audio tape, “You're
life can't be explained, even with the permission barrier”
and this may be an almost quote, but it is very close and more than
just a mere paraphrase. The process of warping space was not an idea
that Mountainpen invented, but it was something never seriously
discussed by the scientific community or any of the now on board to
this, astrophysicists. I know this, and no one is going to ever talk
me out of things that I absolutely know because it is all as plain as
the damn ass nose on my face, and you might say that it is truth that
sticks on you like red on blood. If Doctor Coryell made that
quotation however, from the great Fairview Institute back in the very
early nineteen-eighties, he would have perhaps added it to sticking
on you like red on YOUNG and still cellularly growing blood.
Now
the great book from 1994 “TPB”,
is also part of other powerful interconnected and definitely
intertwined other realities. Just as TPB discusses so many incredible
things that the BOM does more than a dozen years later into the
photon-projection (future), another one is all about the ULTIMATE
BI-POLAR MILITUFORCE, that sends my life endlessly crossing
back and forth over the LIFE-SCALE so to speak, day to day and year
in and year out since Sabrina Collins and all of this ALL BEGAN.
Folks, I know for a fact that before August 15, 1986; one out of
twelve, on long run averaged out life charts of mine, that I had
faithfully been keeping since July of 1982; of my days, showed up as
what would come to be labeled by the Mountainpen, as BOTBARS,
(very bad days), so bad that they could be rated and charted,
even long before the calendar day ended, or the daylight from the
following day would begin. Put simply, one out of twelve days were
really bad ones, and the other eleven, hey maybe they didn't belong
to slutty Kim Kartrashian, but they were passable 'okay'
days, naut to get Mister King all wet or
resurrected here. Now whoever was 'OZ-CURTAIN' behind the total
absolute ruination and wreckage of my education and hence my
future-adult life as a resulting factor, WERE
THEY JUST MERELY FEELING GUILTY about their participation in
this mess, and is then what lead to the magical high school diploma
deal that was made to my mother and me, by the COUNTY
BOARD OF EDUCATION? OR
was there even way way way fucking more wild inconceivable junk that
was all cleverly hidden behind all of this nightmare dogshit? Again,
this bit about my magical high school diploma
from the last blog, is very important along with all the shit on this
blog; as THIS IS A MAJOR FOUNDATION THAT IS
BEING LAID BY MOUNTAINPEN, before I take us all to
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE new places and
concepts. But I will be opening this up as this blog now winds down
to its ultimate fucking ass conclusion, yo folks!!!!
You
see kind folks, and SHERIFF KEN J. MASCARA
SIR; rapped up in all of this entire nightmare story of
MOUNTAINPEN'S HUNTINGTON
FAMILY
CURSE, is: The year 1969,
and the shit then regarding ATLANTIC CITY,
NEW JERSEY, the magical
non-Hollister chain, or maybe it was Hollister
magic, as who can ever know such great truths, wonderful
Librarian of the Congress of 2007, who
desperately needed to get rid of that mind crushing “little
yellow piece of paper”, Sarah Krassle and HER wild
dream, and HER stealing of the chain, and the incredible
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
tri-trail jet chemtrail in early middle December
of 1969, that I now refer to as the “CHAIN STEAL, &
SK's SKY-MESSAGE”, and the 4th of July Holiday at
Ziggy's Jetty under the C.P., that led to a globally
known hit recording, and the other national
anti-pollution message that used my voice, with
pigs all over the beach on many generations perhaps; huh Patty
me' lovely gal?, the 1980 LOIS FOCA song
sung to me by this incredible magical goddess, when I was
newly residing at 1802 Robin Hill, and finally the
1983 mysterious medical condition where out of the blue I found
myself choking to death, and no damn medical person having
a clue as to why. This of course followed months of vely vely
non-FCC-McDowell mysterious telephone calls, the wild
Privecode Machine, invented by the IMMC later to become the
InterDigital Corporation, and then all led up to the great magical
lab-technician throat specialist's assistant who was instrumental in
the great BonJovi project of thirty years of photon projection or up
in the future in the year of 2013. Then of course the really big deal
was 1986 and the night I died, went to hell, and never ever came
back,so then I ask you Jack Klugman sir, and I won't say to you,
“What's to do”, but rather, “Where then am I since this sure is
naut the place that I left the night before”? I will say however,
and naut just to Mister Klugman; that this string of stuff from 1969
through 1986, ending me up at dirtbag Richard
Barf Karpf's house of true agony and pain, all has
interconnecting tentacles just like a fucking mean octopus grabbing a
deep sea diver until he chokes to death along with the Mountainpen in
1983, from lack of oxygen. Also this five month wild excursion into
wherever and whatever, at this house of ultra hyper-time agony, at
1931 Route 70 (Marlton Pike), in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, is indeed
naut only connected precisely into itself and all of the each-other
items all throughout this nightmare mess on steroids, but even the
connections to the world where I seemingly traveled into and stayed
for 153 days that seemed to even peak mister Roddenberry's interests,
him and his crew of fantastic fiction writers, only just as with
“THB”, just how damn ass fictional really and truly and verily,
is all of this shit, yo? Everything from noth these worlds has
seemingly collided along with the shit that individually does in each
one of them on their own very separate levels. Even the mighty super
sleuth Sir Sherlock Holmes would not be able to solve this awesome
mystery, or would he, Captain Picard sir? Why don't we create another
program on your marvelous H-Deck, or better still sir, why don't we
tell the damn professor just how fantastic my shit is, so that the
damn college can get behind it and make it happen as lovely Irene
Cara would say it or sing it so well, back in the flash dancing choke
year of 1983? There is nothing at all that my idea cannot do if it
just was permitted to begin on a small level, Uncle Heinz Babyblond
Gottwald of all great cameras and 1972 Christmas angel years, road
trips, and wonderful awesome talented daughters from
DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, this will lead me into the very final
part of this bwog, Mister Elmer Fwudd, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAHA!
My
last will and testament:
Sheriff
Mascara, I am making you my executor, kind sir, as I have no
money to LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY 'carry' out my
objectives here, 'no pun intended', but yes, I still bequeath
to my daughter, the sea charts, found in my documents envelope, as
this is HER HERITAGE, and my father would never have been allowed
into certain places in secret areas of certain museums in Europe back
in the days of WWll, unless he had some Portuguese roots himself.
This
is all that I wish for M.C. To have.
My
last will and testament:
Sheriff
Mascara, I am making you my executor, kind sir, I will all my
worldly goods to the Ancient Astronaut Theorists. Now if there is a
main club or society address, this is where this is to be directed.
They own my blogs and any and all on-line work since I started this
in early January of 2006. Also, all of my copyrights until they run
out, are to go to the AATS/AAT. Only a proper understanding someday
of my blogs as well as my songs and other stuff that is all
copyrighted by me, will life humanity out of the doldrums of present
day RELIGIOUS OPPRESSION. I hope someday that the son of the great
president, whom I never liked, since he did so much to hurt the poor
and oppressed such as myself, but that his son RONNIE REAGAN, who
knows what devastating effects that this crap can have on someone,
joins up with the AATS, and if he does, I want him to be one of the
people in charge of properly examining all of my blogs and all of my
copyrighted material.
Anything
I have that can be sold for anything can go to burn or bury my
physical remains and throw my shell into potters field at any local
municipality, currently as of the date on this blog, I reside in Fort
Pierce, Florida, absolutely legally.
Now
people, if there is no organized groupation for the Ancient Astronaut
Theorists, then the following three people,
should they agree, have full rights to any and all of my
intellectual property, divided in thirds between them, with the
desire by me for them to someday soon set up such a club or society
with regular meetings, and with the BOM edited as desired, included
in their vast and growing knowledge of what is truth and reality, or
what is MORIANITY as I label this to be in nomenclature.
- DAVID CHILDRESS, WHO DISCUSSES THESE MATTERS ON MANY EDUCATIONAL TV CHANNELS
- PROFESSOR MICHIO KAKU OF THE NEW YORK UNIVERSITY (NYU)
- AUTHOR OF THE GREAT BOOK AND AAT'ist, 'CHARRIOT OF THE GODS'
This
now ends
My
last will and testament:
I
have done lots of soul searching, and this is how I want things to
go. Whether or naut they go the way I want to is somewhere between
mother fucking problematical and absolutely pathetic. Gee willagars
folks, would you weelwee have a better Twinbay-Desire' attitude than
me, should you be facing the endless hellishness that I am?
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I
am naut an astronomer, so don't ask me why some of the waxing
and waning lunar phases seem to vary as much
as two days, with some of them being 5
long, 6 long, and 7
long. It seems to have something to do with the exact times
that these official phases start on Earth clock time, and of course
depending on where we live on the world also. It is along the lines
of if Spring Seasons begins at half past ten at night on the
nineteenth of March, then it officially starts on the twentieth day.
It always varies to some degree and even though things are indeed
exact astronomically, they do not all go into each other with
absolute mathematical perfection, just as we can approximate 365 and
a quarter rotations of the globe for every revolution around the sun,
and even then, it is more accurate to say that there are 365.2422 and
not 365.2500 days to the Earth-planet's solar year. So yes, I just
follow my little one dollar calendar, as to when it lists these four
days and phases of NEW MOON, FIRST QUARTER MOON, FULL MOON, and LAST
QUARTER MOON. Then on the in-between days while the moon phases are
growing or shrinking, called GIBBOUS or CRESCENT moons that are
waxing (growing) and waning (shrinking), I count the total of days on
the calendar of that particular lunar phase of waxing or waning
gibbous or crescent moons. If there are 5 of them, and it is the
first of those five days, then that date is exactly 1:5, and should
there be 7 of them, and it is the final seventh of those seven days,
then that date is exactly 7:7, and so forth, yo! WEEEEEEE!
It
is 3:17, and some assholes are yelling out in the hallway, and that
is in the MORNING, naut the afternoon.
WOW is life wonderful around here, and
my life in general, here in this lovely Public
Housing building, yo BRAH!
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Cameras
HAPPY HOLLOW TEEN, LOVELY PATTY!
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
“JOJO-JOJO-JOJO”,
said Callio, or for all I know, it was 'PK',
but whoever it was, it was also the very same
girl who came over to the Cifaloglio Transfer-Station, after I
died in 2005, on the day after Christmas, from that fatal heart
attack, and found
myself in the great Holy City of David,
AKA on the Astral-Plane, Sahasra Dal
Kanwal. Many others on the mortal
world call it “HEAVEN”, such as around certain fictional
non-progressive Iowa cornfields, yo yo yo! WEEEEEEEEEEE to THAT and
so vely vely much more, huh BMD?
Lighthouses
have an obvious cosmic significance. Many ideas spring into mind
unless we have the intellect of a damn dying worm on a fish hook. We
think of shining their beacon's to tell the marine vessels out at sea
that land is nearby and that danger from low shorelines or rocks is
close by. But it also can most certainly stand for many things, even
into the spiritual dimensions of reality. I do not doubt that this is
why I had that vision after dying at Cifaloglio that early morning at
three minutes past five after that noisy machine popped on and
shocked my heart into a D-FIB death rhythm. I remember seeing my own
body slumped over the steering wheel in my car, and immediately
'willing myself' into the great city of SDK. Without going any
further into this for right now, I wish to make other points about
how lighthouses truly represent the spiritual dimensions of producing
other worldly enlightenment.
I
hear so many people tell how light overcomes darkness, and it seems
to. We al know that the greatest darkness can be overwhelmed by
lighting the smallest candle, let alone activating a wall light
switch that turns on hundreds of watts of luminescence that instantly
brightens a room and ends the darkness immediately. But what nobody
tells you while making this argument, is how enough gravitation can
indeed override and overcome the light. Most of us have been taught
how gigantic black holes in outer space can indeed be so powerful
that even light is unable to escape, hence, they are called
BLACK-HOLES for that very reason. I only make this point right now
without getting any further into this powerhouse
discussion today, to say that nothing is ever as simple as the great
Mister John CIA Henningsen used to insist that it was, to me, back
when I was a youth in the late nineteen-sixties, with his famous
quotation. MIND or 'GRAVITATION', same reality when fully realized or
(understood) kind folks; is able to exist and interact inside of
virtually unlimited shades of absolute light and absolute darkness or
said better perhaps, maximum oneness (AL) to maximum mind (AD). When
we are connected to DOGTOWN, MIND is not able to escape the misery of
the endless LIGHTSWITCH-NIGHTMARE, that I was permitted to experience
as a younger person here in body and alive physically. It is a
nightmare where you continue endlessly running for a light-switch in
a room and the light never is permitted to come on, and in sheer
terror and horror, you realize that you are still in bed and inside
of a nightmare so scary that it makes a trillion fucking Halloween's
all combined, look like a friendly kids pajama party at the Brady
house. So again you say to yourself, I am now awake and I will run
out of my bed and across the room and turn on the light-switch. Only
AGAIN, it won't go on. So AGAIN you eventually realize that you never
really woke up and that you are still inside of this incredible and
unfathomably terrifying nightmare, and now YOU REALLY ARE AWAKE, and
this time, IT IS REALLY REALO, and all will be all right if you can
just either get to the 'morning light', or at least fucking get to
the light-switch and turn the damn Senator Sanders light on, yo. ONLY
alas yo, it won't go on, AGAIN. Thisssssssssssssss is one tiny piece
of the hellishness experienced in
wonderful lovely D-O-G-T-O-W-N, yo!!!! Speaking of
cunt lapping endless DOGTOWN, guess who just mother fucking GOT ME
AGAIN no matter how I endlessly fucking attempt to avoid that
horrendous miserable WITCH FROM HELL, Mizz
Rottenbeyondwords
Sleazeweedsdisease,
JANE FONDA.
I now need to turd chewing cunt phlegm rape, AKA (COMPENSATE),
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Another
absolutely 'peachy' fucking 'neato boss' thing about DOGTOWN, to
quote facetious, and somewhat antagonistic and sarcastic,
DRY-THROATED FRED GWIN Herman
Keepingmewhittlemouthshut non-Twilight-Zone Munster, of all NON 1983
ATCO, NO JOYSEY MYSTERIES; is how we get turned into these creatures
with tails and four legs, and given huge powerful noses that are
thousands of times more sensitive to smells than human beings, and on
top of that, DOGTOWN has millions of powerful extra potent sulfur
mines all over the place. So adding this to Mike Jackson's
paddle-box, as well as the horrendous frightening torturous pinball
machine, and the hard work in the high growth fields, and yes people,
the light-switch deal is all we need in that place, to make it so
horrible that no damn ass ninety five googal amounts of words ever
spoken here, will be able to paint anything close to an accurate
picture. Still, fiery lakes of stinking rotten sulfur does do a
pretty nice job, and pitchforked devils and skeletons and Halloween
on steroids does come somewhat close, but no Sarah Karge on 10-SC
Avenue on July 12, 1997, “NO DAMN CIGAR”, sweetie, yo
SIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes that mother fuckign trustworthy
(`~HACK), Sheriff sir, and others out here too, yo!!!!!!!!! Hey, what
else is new? (SOSO-WEIN-SSDD)?????????????????????????
Well
Sheriff Mascara;
I know that you have checked up on me and my friends, few as they may
be; and you know about Mike, and his brother the real estate
investor from Hutchinson Island. Well sir, and
other AATS Blogaudians out here, Mike is
back in the hospital. His car was never
repaired, and he was totally screwed
by PAID-OFF (Manny the mechanic)
in Hollywood, Florida, to screw him and kill him, as he has
serious medical problems and conditions, Sheriff sir,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Miami professor is ignoring me
after telling me to send him my fantastic idea that Larry Lee also
screwed me with in May of 2018, Sheriff sir, and I know that you also
know all about this miscarriage of justice and ORDERS
FROM THE FLORIDA STATE LEGISLATURE;
as this was first wondered about by me, after his secretary did what
she did and said what she said, at the State Farm Office that day,
and then was absolutely verified to me, by the NG-ADS dude, who was
threatened by the Trump Thug Helen Lovely
Daughter Harris FBI Tactics Team, and won't be coming back to
my PUBLIC HOUSING
BUILDING, with or without my glandular problems
and the PH factors, as well as all the other inconceivable
POWERHOUSE
WOES AND
MISERIES!!!!!!! No I absolutely
won't confuse the great old nineteen-sixties show, “THE
FLINTSTONES” here, with little powerhouse 'BAMBAM', but yes,
WAM-WAM or really, WHAM
are the two of us getting literally and totally fucking KILLED, poor
Mark Mohr and Mike Patterson!
Yes
AATS, and any and all other non-AATS BLOGAUDIANS out here; I truly do
believe in the Redfield-Synchronicity-Syndrome, and I believe that
someone was able to influence the inventor of
the original typewriter, to place certain letters the way they are,
just for the USE-SUE-TOW-TWO purpose of
being able to engage me in their SICKO GASME
GAMES of numerous coded poems, rhyming prevarications, and sick
prankster joker fun, in an eternal
attempt to distract from the horrors of ENDLESSNESS,
and the truths of being an 'existor', or
a 'PURGATITE', same exact thing,
people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The dirt bag parallel event thing with the
Flyers, Phillies, and DJIA Stock Market is all rapped up in this same
puke chewing retched game from the darkest parts of stenchy DOGTOWN!
That horrible rotten vocalist that advertised for the Flyers team on
Pholly-57, with their rotten lousy
hickey sports, and so much more, and
there is no way in DOGTOWN lovely PH,
that these things can all be a 'weedeekawuss ass coeenkeedink',
yo!!!!!!!!! Yes that great show starring Sir Bill Bixby, called “The
Incredible Hulk” had a great two part episode where the hulk nearly
drowned in a really 'huuuuuuuuge' pile of non Senator Sanders
quicksand. In this show, I always remembered how David who had
zillions of altered surnames that WERE-NAUT-BANNER, said to the young
girl that was with him, that if they did not escape the peeps who
were chasing them, and without any stairs, cats, or Ziggy-Jetty
funny-HA-HA's, “We are two dead people”. I
said those same exact words countless times, to Dave Roth. I have
said them many times to Mike Patterson. No one will believe
me, and we end up indeed, “Two dead people”.
I of course am seemingly being endlessly retraced back into this
GASME-GAME because I am just too mother fucking important to these
ASTRAL-PLANE COINS AND COILS, to not have around on this mortal plane
of existence, to play with, torment, torture, and put through mother
fucking DOGTOWN, 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 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 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No matter how hard I fight TO BREAK THE FUCK OUT OF
THIS NIGHTMARE ENDLESS HUNTINGTON
CURSE, they simply won't cunt chewing let me, and I don't
think that this is one bit fair, SENATOR SANDERS, ME' OLD
PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote old Fonty (Detective
Fontanna) on the greatest law show ever to be televised ON EARTH, yo,
“JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE”!!!!!!!!
DEAR
SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR:
Yes
I suffered through major car damage from some AA female about middle
to late twenties in age, driving a black Ford Expedition SUV or
Truck, causing a thousand bucks of damage to my vehicle,
INTENTIONALLY, and getting completely away with it, as well as two
straight weeks of persecution and death harassment that was off EVERY
FUCKING CUNT SCALE AND DIAL ON THE LAB, Mike also had his car
destroyed as well, and now is BACK IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL, because
of some “SO-CALLED” medical stupidity,
where they were not correctly monitoring his
medication, that keeps his blood at the correct thickness and
consistency, just as what happened to another
close person to me, my MOTHER,
who went onto suffer an agonizing slow death
and eventually died on the fourth afternoon in March in the year of
2000!!!!!!! Can you imagine, when I run away soon, from this
nightmare ass county; just what I will BE
TELLING PEOPLE, of my FLORIDIAN
WONDERFUL DAMN ASS EXPERIENCES, SIR?
My
creditors won't stop harassing me, either and I got more harassing
phone fucking calls yesterday, Wednesday. They just won't quit,
Senator Sanders, because TRUMP won't allow them to stop persecuting
me. He knows that I know too much about HIM, and too much about how
to fuckign defeat his damn ass casinos, and so does his associate
casino thug owners all around this Earth-Planet, Bernie
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If only you can get into that Oval 'damn'
Office sir, and throw this maniac monster out of there, AND THEN
DIRECTLY INTO JAIL, for all non passers of 'go' Monopoly
fans out here!!!!!!! WOW would that be ultimate HEAVEN to see that
wicked criminal behind bars for life!!!!
I
most definitely do know how to read the FINAL chapters in both the
wonderful books that tell so much, in BOTH “PERMISSION BARRIER'S”.
The book that I sent to the United States
Office of © Copyrights, Library of the Congress, on Halloween
Day of 1994, from the Redbank National Park Post Office, in New
Jersey, on that afternoon that I spoke on a payphone to the ADA
Prosecutor Mister Ron Wirtz Senior; and then the older book from
thousands of years ago AKA “JOB” and having nothing whatsoever to
do with employment or working for a living, but yes, I can read. I
refuse to believe that GOD is cursing me for daring to love HER HOLY
SPIRIT so very much. I absolutely fuckign refuse to believe that
SATANIC ASS LIE, YO! SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to THAT.
Even
great celebrities and powerful politicians cannot seem to accomplish
the two things that the Mountainpen in fact has done or can do. One
has to do with lovely Mizz Jennifer Washburn and how it wouldn't
prove anything, Permission Barriers or NAUT, and the other has to do
with pre-employment, at least in the high majority of cases, and this
being EDUCATION. Even my own daughter will tell you that nobody else
has ever done such a thing, and the real joke here is that I didn't
do anything. It just happened all around me back in 1972. A wild
magical deal was made with the County of Camden, in Jersey, with
their Board of Education, and despite my never attending a real high
school anywhere after I went to the HTHS in Westmont, No Joysey for
the 7th and the 8th grade, I never attended any
type of regular schooling system after that. Still a deal was made
where I would be given a DIPLOMA from the local area town high
school, and for my mailing address at Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, at the
Dellway Arms Apartments, that was the same school that the great
illustrious Michael Landon had recently graduated from before his
part in that great western show, Bonanza, as “Little Joe”, and
moving on from there to numerous other great shows,my all time fave
being, and many others as well, “Highway To Heaven”. The school
was across from the Knights Park on West Collings Avenue, and was
called West Collingswood High School, WCHS! I never went there, yet
to this day, I have my diploma from there. There
is not a rock star who was ever offered such a deal, and the
great show of the nineties that started at the tail end of the
'Beetlejuice' eighties, called, “FULL
HOUSE”, has an actress who will TELL
ANY OF YOU OUT HERE, that I am speaking only absolute
major powerhouse
truths here on this blog. I don't mother fucking care who
you are out here, from the president to the POPE, to the Queen
of England whose cousin-ancestor chopped off my 22nd
granny's head on the axman's block, Sir DRAKE; no one is allowed to
get such a deal, SO WHY WAS THIS THING OFFERED UP TO MY MOTHER, FOR
ME, IN 1972? Well, without getting into magical Christmas angels or
not so perfect Bruce Pennock, or great FCC future Chairmen, or
magical characters from the SELANA DADA South Atlantic City
Rooming-houses CLUB of 1974; let me add just one little tiny morsel
bit of additional non-weirdo-flash-lamps here for anyone out here to
ponder on, up in AD 2267 or so, and in or out of the mighty
non-CHINESE I-CHING World Laboratories; and that would be
thisssssssssss:!!!!!!!!!! Both the special-ed school on Hopkins Lane
that I actually was attending at the time that this wild deal was
struck between my mother and the C.C.B.E. (County Board of Ed), and
the Princeton, New Jersey nightmare place that I was forced to go to
without any proper cause or reason as I was not court ordered to be
punished, or any other litigation or adjudication or legal procedure
was ever a part of my suddenly going to that horrible place for my
6th grade year of school, after James non-Tinsdale Stoy
Grammar School wanted me to go there after I attended the 5th
grade there; but both of these places, the Princeton's New Jersey
Neuro Psychiatric Institute or (NJNPI), as well as the Cooley Hall's
Bancroft School of Haddonfield, vanished suddenly; about
ONE YEAR OR SO AFTER MOUNTAINPEN BEGAN TO BLOG OUT TO THE WORLD,
and someone somewhere knew that all odds were that I WOULD INDEED BE
TELLING MY STORY TO ANYONE WILLING TO READ AND LISTEN THE FUCK TO IT,
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!!!!!! Hey Sheriff Mascara,
me' kind awesome sir, would I dare to lie to you and the CJS about
all of these quintessentially WILD and totally UNFATHOMABLE things,
sir??????? Come on, please, give me a damn break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also
Sheriff KJM kind sir; I am most
certainly and definitely NAUT buying
into my seemingly suddenly becoming
thrust into a world and a society that is so polarized to its very
epitome. I speak of political items, yes, but also, I speak of
the entire world around me as well. Everything may in fact be
political, but not every issue is 'R'
and 'D' or at least to the point where
it cannot be separated and isolated in some rational way if for
nothing other that recognizing that we all are human beings and
living on this fragile little world that could be blown to
smithereens in a flash should we suddenly be caught in the way of a
magnatar that went off in deep space a million years ago. On top of
that, my entire family has bipolar issues. I may or may not have told
the story to these blogs about my days right shy of the Kennedy
assassination, while residing in Philadelphia and attending the City
Center Grammar School at 20th and Chestnut Streets. My mom
and her sister who was my Aunt Barbara, were all going to go the
Rittenhouse Square Park nearby on the following day and make a real
happy day out of it. My Aunt had major psych issues and today would
be considered to be diagnosed as extremely bi-polar with numerous
side psych features. Anyway she was so happy, and so was I, as I
wanted the family happy and together, as what did I know about
fucking life as a nine year old rug rat for crissake. We were
planning to go there and make a day of it, and I used to enjoy
getting the 'lemon-sticks' as they called them, basically a
candy-cane sort of thing that had a hollowed out area that was then
stuck into a lemon, tasting like lemonade only much better. When my
mom and I got to my grandmother's apartment the following day
however, and for absolutely no rational rhyme or reason; her other
daughter who was my opera-singer Aunt Nutcase Barbara, was underneath
the bed, rolling around, and crying and screaming out things like,
“The world is against me, everybody hates
me”, and all sorts of jazz along those lines, and needless
to say, the family excursion over to the park
WAS CANCELLED. Please don't get me started, but me' ol' damn
ass pernt, Mister Bunkerqueens yo, is that everything seems to have
gone absolutely and totally BI-POLAR. It seems that what began to
take off after Ron Reagan came to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, has risen
to levels of unmeasurable and beyond dangerous bi-polar end-times
sociological absurdity, flying down a one-way boulevard at the speed
of warp-drive. I do not know what is truly behind all of these
things, but I am not buying that this is all just randomly fucking
occurring around me and for that matter, around ALL OF
US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So since it is happening, who then is behind
this shit? Well, who for that matter is behind
what happened to me on August 15,
1986,
when I went to bed and woke up the next day INTO SOME UNRECOGNIZALBE
BRAND NEW WORLD
OF ENDLESSLY CURSED HELLFIRE?
Of course there is an answer, and this answer is that the source to
what is behind these wild fucking OZ-CURTAINS, comes from the COINS
AND COILS of the Astral Plane of existence, AKA the PURGATORY!!!!!!
The Continuation of the 'Epitome of Harassment'
Sunday, September 15, 2013
EPILOGUE OF PART 5
MY
CIVIL AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, MY FIRST AMENDED CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS
ARE IN MAJOR JEOPARDY, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION. WHY WON'T YOU
HELP ME?
FOLKS, CLICK ONTO THE SECOND TO THE LAST BLOG WHERE I PROVE TO YOU THAT BY CLICKING ONTO THE DOW JONES CHARTS ''ONE MONTH'' SHOWN AS '1 m' YOU CAN SEE HOW THE ATTACK ON ME IS TOTALLY REFLECTIVE WITH THE REALITY OF THE ACTIVITIES AND TRADES ON WALL STREET. IT BOTTOMED OUT RIGHT AS THEY POURED ON THIS MAJOR INTENSE DEATH SIEGE FOR MANY MANY DAYS, AFTER IT GOT SO BAD, ALL 1983 WILD TUNES NOTWITHSTANDING, U.S. COPYRIGHT OFFICE.
SO I WAS JUST UP ON THAT BLOG, AND THE CHARTS HAVE BEEN DEACTIVATED BY SOMEONE, OBVIOUSLY BY THE WALL STREET FRIEND AND PARTNER, MICROSOFT-BLOGGER, THEMSELVES. YET IF YOU GO INTO MY OWN DOCUMENTS, THE CHARTS WILL STILL SHOW UP WHEN YOU LOOK BACK TO THOSE DOCUMENTS.
THEY WILL KILL FUCKING ME, WORLD COURT AT THE HAGUE, BEFORE THEY'LL ALLOW ME TO PRIVE THE CRIME AGAINST MY PERSONAL PART OF HUMANITY, FOR 30 YHEARS, WITH THIS NIGHTMARE PERSECUTION TO KEEP THEIR FIXED AND DISEASED ECONOMY RUNNING ENDLESSLY BULLISH AND STRONG. THIS IS TOTAL CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR, AND NOW MICROSOFT HAS BECOME MOTHER FUCKING COMPLICID IN IT, AND WHEN I EVENTUALLY AM ABLE TO SECURE ME AN ATTORNEY TO FIGHT ALL THIS AND SUE FOR 50 BILLION SMACKS SOMEDAY, THIS PLAYS RIGHT INTO MY FUCKING CUNT LAPPING HANDS.
THANKS FOR BEING MORE PART OF THE PROBLEM THAN THE SOLUTION, MIZZ BONDI, FLORIDA AG. ANYONE WHO KNOWS SOMEONE IS IN BIG TROUBLE AND STANDS IDLY BY WHILE EVIL PERSISTS AND GROWS, IS AN ENCORAGER OF SOCIOLOGICAL CANCER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FOLKS, CLICK ONTO THE SECOND TO THE LAST BLOG WHERE I PROVE TO YOU THAT BY CLICKING ONTO THE DOW JONES CHARTS ''ONE MONTH'' SHOWN AS '1 m' YOU CAN SEE HOW THE ATTACK ON ME IS TOTALLY REFLECTIVE WITH THE REALITY OF THE ACTIVITIES AND TRADES ON WALL STREET. IT BOTTOMED OUT RIGHT AS THEY POURED ON THIS MAJOR INTENSE DEATH SIEGE FOR MANY MANY DAYS, AFTER IT GOT SO BAD, ALL 1983 WILD TUNES NOTWITHSTANDING, U.S. COPYRIGHT OFFICE.
SO I WAS JUST UP ON THAT BLOG, AND THE CHARTS HAVE BEEN DEACTIVATED BY SOMEONE, OBVIOUSLY BY THE WALL STREET FRIEND AND PARTNER, MICROSOFT-BLOGGER, THEMSELVES. YET IF YOU GO INTO MY OWN DOCUMENTS, THE CHARTS WILL STILL SHOW UP WHEN YOU LOOK BACK TO THOSE DOCUMENTS.
THEY WILL KILL FUCKING ME, WORLD COURT AT THE HAGUE, BEFORE THEY'LL ALLOW ME TO PRIVE THE CRIME AGAINST MY PERSONAL PART OF HUMANITY, FOR 30 YHEARS, WITH THIS NIGHTMARE PERSECUTION TO KEEP THEIR FIXED AND DISEASED ECONOMY RUNNING ENDLESSLY BULLISH AND STRONG. THIS IS TOTAL CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR, AND NOW MICROSOFT HAS BECOME MOTHER FUCKING COMPLICID IN IT, AND WHEN I EVENTUALLY AM ABLE TO SECURE ME AN ATTORNEY TO FIGHT ALL THIS AND SUE FOR 50 BILLION SMACKS SOMEDAY, THIS PLAYS RIGHT INTO MY FUCKING CUNT LAPPING HANDS.
THANKS FOR BEING MORE PART OF THE PROBLEM THAN THE SOLUTION, MIZZ BONDI, FLORIDA AG. ANYONE WHO KNOWS SOMEONE IS IN BIG TROUBLE AND STANDS IDLY BY WHILE EVIL PERSISTS AND GROWS, IS AN ENCORAGER OF SOCIOLOGICAL CANCER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
SEE, FBI, THEY HAVE TAKEN MY RIGHTS TO PROVE MY VITIMIZATION OF THEIR
CRIMES, AND VIOLATED THEM, NO MORE BEING ALLOWED TO SHOW MARKET
CHARTS, SO ANY REAL SYMATHIZER, CAN GET TO A DOW JONES CHART, AND
CLICK ONTO A ONE MONTH CHART, PROVING WHAT THESE FUCKING PRICKS HAVE
DONE TO ME SINCE 1986 NOW, THE ENTIRE RUINATION OF A HUMAN LIFE.
- 1m -----------------JUST CLICK ON THIS BULLET HERE, FOLKS.
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NOW
HERE IS ALL YOU HAVE TO DO FOLKS. CLICK BELOW ON THE WORD ''DOW'', IT
IS IN blue font, just to the left of a GREEN
ARROW POINTING UPWARD.
Now, simply click
on the bullet area after the DOW JONES CHART comes up, that will show
you a one month chart, it shows this as ''1m''.
Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)
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