AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER
35
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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Well,
ten years ago today, I left the only home I ever knew, New Jersey, on
one dark night, and came down here to Florida, where I've been about
as miserable as anyone could ever be on this rotten fucking diseased
sin cursed planet. Funny, huh? Ten years here, and certain weird
things are happening around me as if the universe reads the man-made
fucking calendar and thinks this whole thing is some big ass funny
joke. Both the nabes above me as well as next to me HAVE MOVED, and I
get a lot of endless noise from the maintenance peeps, while they try
and fix up those two apartments. Still, why would two of my three
TRIAD-HELL-NABES both move out at precisely the same time? Also, what
is it about the number ten, and especially in years in time, that
always seems to be in some inconceivable pattern around me, where
things tend to happen in strings of ten years? I noticed this
originally back in Guthrie Short's place that I began renting on
April 1, 1998, while I was suffering through that horrible fucking
“FINDING-SARAH-NIGHTMARE”. I won't bore any of you with the
details. Still, this seems to be a major totally inescapable thing
always presently surrounding me.
I
tried to reestablish my fucking credit by getting a secured credit
card. It is all a waste of fucking time. I am no longer even going to
use the thing, and I no longer love T.D. Bank, as I've learned that
they are the same as every other financial institution, and this
means ONLY OUT FOR THEMSELVES AND MAKING HUGE MONEY AT THE EXPENSE OF
ALL THE HARD WORKING PITIFUL FUCKING NOBODY SMALL-FRY SLOBS SUCH AS
ME THE MOUNTAINPEN, AND 999 OUT OF EVERY GROUPATION OF 1,000 CITIZENS
LIKEWISE! Don't get me wrong folks. As far as dirty big-bizz goes, my
bank is a lot better to deal with than most of the other established
systems out there; but nobody anywhere cares about helping anyone
when it comes to the rebuilding of personal credit, yet; this is the
new ALMIGHTY IMPORTANT DEAL in all of
our fucking cunt lives. This is really a sort of evil legal thievery
and viciousness on a scale that no verbal description could ever
adequately and properly even hope to damn address. We all need a
fairly good credit rating, and when honest hard working people try to
do every possible legal thing to build it, we are only hindered, and
never ever helped in any meaningful way, by anyone, anywhere, out
there in the world of dirty nasty big-bizz. I am one thoroughly
disgusted, disgruntled, and extremely disappointed citizen, here in
this very rotten dirty evil empire, the United States. This entire
country is warp speed heading for the new age end of democracy and
straight into the monarchy shit of England and so many other nations.
Our so-called great experiment in freedom is basically over, and I
know this. The truly sad part is that
most people have been absolutely snow job
mind controlled into not even seeing any of this happen.
Oh they will, but as always, long
after it is COMPLETELY AND ENTIRELY TOO FUCKING LATE to do one
damn ass thing about it. America, the true great awesome America of
the seventeen-hundreds WILL BE DEAD AND GONE,
FOREVER!!!!!!!!!! This
will happen not only in my grand-children's lifetime, but before they
even reach the age of thirty, and I fully believe this for many
irrefutable reasons that time won't permit me right now even
beginning to get into, yo!
Another
topic I want to open up today is just what the fucking hell is really
happening with my blog and its viewership? Come on, all of a sudden
late in November, the count goes off the scale and I begin to git
daily hits into the high hundreds, when for fourteen years I am lucky
to get 90 or so daily hits. What was that fucking dogshit all about,
and for that matter, come on. The maximum Blogaudians by nations as
per my STATS-POSTINGS, is America, then Russia, and then the Ukraine.
Do all of you still insist that I am just the
CRACKPOT FROM NEW JERSEY? Hey if so yo, then explain all of
this to me and I'll gladly yell out “UNCLE” at a very high level
of volume intensity, BRO!
Some
dirt bag froze up my Comcast Cable TV service again on Sunday
sometime in the afternoon. I had to call and get another refresh
signal booted into my box. They claim that I have a private closed
system that is naut subject to hackers, and we all know this is one
big fat fucking totally HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE LIE. It is run by a
computer and the computer is on the internet, and anything on the
internet CAN BE HACKED. What does it say on a special pop on screen
when these freezes happen? It says, “Sorry, we're having issues or
troubles connecting to the internet”. So what do you mean there is
no way that hackers are not doing this to me, Sir Comcast? Who is
fucking kidding who, YO?
Support
group for anxiety sufferers.
When
there are no Ziggy-Jetties, or
Long Island scary staircases
around; and you are in need of a really fucking fantastic and great
HA-HA laugh; try thinking of the MAYO
CLINIC, why don't ya, yo peeps?
What happened the fuck to me in early June of 1983 is no goddamn laughing matter, and no Doctor Grantglands and lovely magic-TV-Shirley Momasfriend; “That wasn't ,e' problem”. Well then, what wasHburn's WAS?
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Filthy rotten mother fucking Jane Sleazemeatslime Sleazeweedsdisease just got me real fucking GOUUUUUUUUUUUD, lovely Helen Zebriski, so here is my FIVES-COMPENSATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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AND SAYINGS; ALL MY ORIGINALS:
HOLY
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STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS
THE CESS-MESS
YES
THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
MAJOR
COPYRIGHT PROOF THAT THE LOC KNOWS
MY STORY IS BEYOND REAL & INCONCEIVABLY
POWERFUL:
Now
before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare story,
I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be delivered to an
audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC, (A&R), along with
a copy of my song, written early in 2000 at
Guthrie Short's mansion in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA, called,
“Atlantic Queen” and I think it was part of the
copyrighted music project called, 'Russ
Walker's Star Travelers of 1896'.
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The
real major part of this is that back then, computers and internet
were still a bit new, and the Library of Congress I don't believe,
had as of yet, made up the list such as the one I PIP into my blogs
from time to time. Notice
how the project with Atlantic Queen,
is perfectly sandwiched in between, no not a Subaru Car Commercial
and Andy Rooney of 60 minutes, great Flatliners Movie Cast and
Directors, but in this case; between
two MAJOR OTHER PROJECTS, that seem to have effected my entire life
in ways,
that go
beyond phrases like mind bending and brain breaking, and bone
chilling;
and you get the general idea!!!!
In
case you do not know it, last fucking cunt Friday had a HUUUUUUUUUUGE
bullish day on WALL STREET after that MONSTER FUCKING ASS DEATH SIEGE
that was perpetrated on me, the epitome of mother fucking
ICPE-APE-TECH, (Intentionally Created Parallel Event) (Applied
Parallel Event) (Technology). WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT, Lads and
Lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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“WEATHER
MAP LARGE DOPLER”
With
or without any mini hacks, or even funny-funny-funny Sheila Franklin
MIMI
hacks back at Jenny's Park in 2008,
and WOW what a wonderful Oprah Winfrey year that wasHburn's was, but
yes folks; no one loves a cumpukher hacker, unless you need one on
your side of the damn fight of course. This can run you a hefty GEEKS
BILL, and as my distant cuzz says or used to say so often before I
lost lots of mother fuckign weight and climbed out of my death bed,
anyone might be laying around fat and geeked out on a bed somewhere,
but who really knows what they're doing with the world of magical
online cyber-wizardry.
The
great thing about computers is that they can do a lot of things much
faster than a human. Say
you’re looking for a specific word on a web page. Instead of
scanning it yourself, all you need to do is press Ctrl+F and type the
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There are mountains of shortcut like this, from pressing Ctrl+S to
instantly save the file you’re working on, Ctrl+P to print it out,
or Ctrl+T to open a new tab in your web browser. It may seem like
more trouble than its worth at first, but after you use a shortcut
one or two times, you’ll wonder why you ever did anything with the
mouse. Check out our list of six
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OH
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE BEEGEE'S HAD A WILD SONG IN 1980 THAT I HAD PULLED OFF OF THE
AIRWAVES BECAUSE THEY STOLE MY LOST LOVE SONG'S ARRANGEMENT DONE BY
SIR TOM GLENN, A TRULY GREAT MISIC-ARRANGER. STILL, ALL THINGS DO
CONNECT UP, AS TOLD BY ALMIGHTY WONDERFUL NEW AGE FATHER AND GREAT
NOVELEST AUTHOR SIR JAMES REDFIELD (JRSS). YES THE NAME OF THEIR
SUMMER TIME OF 1980 SONG WASHburn's AND (WAS), SIR MIKE SOFT
HELLWRECKER; {{{{(((**'HELP
ME'**)))}}}}!!!!!!!!
Still skeptical about the great JRSS, Sheriff and any other fantastic
Blogaudians, yo??????
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
BLOG
37 OF TWENTY NINETEEN
9:22
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THURSDAY
EVENING
7
MARCH, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
I
am under a bad assault, and although this type of attack is very
invisible by any onlookers not trained to know the tactics of the
MILITUFORCE and their evil
demonic oppressions and life destruction's, on or off of all 1970
farms from then onwards, Mister DLS from Cooley Hall HH, sir; IT'S
TOTALLY EMMEREFFING REAL AND TRUE AND HORRENDOUS, SHERIFF
KENNETH
J.
MASCARA,
KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please allow me to tell you what is happening to me, just in the past
few goddamn days, oh wonderful sir, and I am going to make the rest
of BLOG 37 OF 2019, a personal letter to you!
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
DEAR SIR:
Just
two or three hours after I posted up my blog that told how I
AM BEING PERSECTUED
WITH “NOISE”, I took
the worst NOISE ASSAULT sir, in me entire life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
know that maintenance has to be done, but I never heard anything that
loud in my life, or so it seemed at the time, and it began at about a
quarter past nine that morning. Then on top of that, today,
Thursday, sir; the stupid NUKE PLANT TESTS went off without any news
warnings that usually come on the local television to give folks a
heads up. Also before going on here, it is
10:37, and a very low flying private
pile of crap airplane almost crashed
into my PHA Building (Park Terrace Bldg) kind sir. But let me get
back to my notes for this blog. I get off the other anxiety
medication, and so now THE WALGREENS STORE IS HARASSING ME WITH
ANOTHER MEDICATION SHORTAGE, the other anti-anxiety prescription that
I take, that is NOT A NARK DRUG,
so it has nothing to do with that other medication that the
MILITUFORCE does not wish me to
use, to lessen their agony on me, with that
inner throat implant device, they somehow have stuck into me
while I lived in Atco in 1983, back in the 4th of June. I
sure hope you are watching that wonderful television documentary on
Tuesday nights, called “PROJECT BLUEBOOK”,
ME KIND
WONDERFUL SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe you can
someday prove to me that I am just paranoid, go ahead Sheriff sir, I
really hope that you can. Talk to the counter
druggist at the Ohio Avenue
Walgreen's. He tells me
that I am a good Walgreen's Customer,
and that he does not want to see me inconvenienced all the time, yet
he turns around and allows endless hassles for me, while
I merely am trying to get me necessary medications.
Go ahead Sheriff sir, you get to the bottom of this, as no other
patient is being constantly screwed with as am I, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First they screw with my Lorazepam, and now
they are screwing with my Buspirone medication, sir! So I am
transferring my account over to a CVS Pharmacy where they assure me
that they are clueless to why I seem to be having these damn ass
issues where I go to now. I also was told this same thing over at
Butterfields Pharmacy, kind sir, and they do not understand why they
are telling me there is a shortage of all of the meds that I take, as
they do not know of ANY SHORTAGE AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
tell me sir, HOW ALL OF THIS CRAP IS JUST LUNACY UP IN MY HEAD, GO
RIGHT AHEAD AND SHOW ME!!!!!!! Well sir, on top of this, I was again
struck hard with the DEATH RAY WEAPON OF THE MILITUFORCE around
twenty minutes past one this afternoon. I also began getting
unpleasant telephone calls at that exact same time, kind sir. I want
you to know one particular item Sheriff sir, and please feel free to
pass it on to anyone you wish to. I plan to
find out how to JOIN THE LARGEST UFO CLUB-GROUP IN THE UNITED STATES
OF AMERICA, AND I PLAN TO TELL THEM MY STORY, AND I PLAN TO TELL THEM
ABOUT MY BLOG CALLED MORIANITY, AND HOW IT HAS BEEN INTENTIONALLY
OBSCURED AS WAS MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL WHEN I TRIED TO SIMPLY PUT UP
SONGS THAT TOLD OF MY LIFE THROUGH WHAT YOU MAY CALL 'BACK-DOOR
LYRICS'. If this emmereffing attack on me that has gotten
super ass bad ever since dirtball
President DJT threw
his hat into the ring in the autumn of 2015,
does not BACK OFF OF ME; I WILL JOIN
A UFO CLUB, AND LET MY STORY OUT
TO THE WORLD, now that I fully understand just what and
where my troubles and woes are all stemming and emanating from, me
wonderful kind sir!!!!!!!!
Now
speaking of joining the largest UFO club in this nation sir, after I
go to the local library and find out just where to go and what to do;
I had a major wild experience just a short time back, while trying to
relax with a little bit of TV. I was sitting in my chair and
suddenly, I was not here, and the story was first typed out by me,
before I began this blog-letter to you, so I now will CAP it in to
this blog-letter, me wonderful and kind sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here goes.
THE
EXPERIENCE AT TEN PAST NINE
One
minute I am sitting in my relaxing chair watching L&O reruns on
the Sundance Cable Channel, and then poof, I am out like a light and
a hand is pulling on my hand and I feel myself being pulled along,
faster and faster, and realizing that I am in some kind of a strange
car on a desert. I am going faster and faster until the car is no
longer a car and it is just me going faster and faster, and the pull
on my hand gets ever more intense. Suddenly the sky around me darkens
and I see only stars around me, and the pull is agonizing and it is
as if I have grabbed onto an unfathomable rope, unable to release its
grip, and going still faster. As I begin moving towards one
particular star even faster, I realize that I have exceeded the
velocity of light and all of the stars seemed to just turn into a
blur. I realized that I was being pulled towards the star that I have
always called the pulsar star and later on, Hydroglacia, the Astral
Plane name for this. After I went in the very
same continued direction, even faster, beyond
Hydroglacia, I suddenly no longer felt a
grip, and I was in my house and it was 1987, at 1700 Woodlyn Avenue,
Woodlyn, New Jersey. I knew that it was not the same house,
and yet it was close. I totally was awake and aware, and knew that it
was really 2019, yet
I was back in 1987, in this alternate Woodlyn. I began
speaking to many young people in their early twenties who seemed to
be sort of like radicals in the sixties here in my world. I was able
to remember a lot of this experience, but not every single detail.
The floors were made of bright red wood, and one entire section of
them facing the south of the house on the ground floor, seemed to be
in major disrepair. First to the front area of this area, there was
an old wall to wall carpet that was stained with messy looking stains
all over them, and then it broke off suddenly to where it was just
the bright red wooden floor, and then beyond the first part of it was
that same floor, only the wooden planks had sunk down and many of
them were broken, and those unbroken areas appeared to be quite
precarious and dangerous, and I was told by one of the persons
mentioned earlier, that it would not be a good idea to walk on top of
that area as it would not support me. Yet later on, I observed
several of these persons, both male and female, sitting right there
just sitting on the broken floor, yet not sinking through at all, as
though they were weightless somehow. Suddenly I found myself talking
to a girl who was about middle twenties in age, heavy set, and
worldly for her age. I found myself telling her quite compulsively
many things about the future, and my problems with what I call, the
MILITUFORCE. I then observed the folk singer of my day back in
the turn of the sixties into the seventies, Melanie Safka, standing
there holding a thick key resembling the one that is shown in the
documentary television show on the History Cable Television Channel,
called, Project Bluebook. The only difference was that in my
experience, this key was attached to a medallion worn by her, and it
resembled a smaller version of the CHAIN from my 1969 experience
where the Great Sarah Krassle took the chain away from me on a beach,
and in the experience, this chain had not only its large links and
similar appearance but it also had some additional parts to those
links that appeared weird and bizarre in ways that I simply never
could properly explain to anyone ever. Then I observed that there was
a very strange part of this floor as well as a wall that the floor
led to, totally unlike the house that I knew and remembered back in
1987 while residing there, and Melanie went off somewhere leaving
only the heavy set girl, and she continued asking me questions that I
felt absolutely compelled to answer, and with complete honesty. After
this happened, she told her boyfriend who seemed to be the leader of
this cult of half hippie type and half warrior type; a combination
that to the peeps of my generation would simply not exist. The
majority of them did believe in demonstrations against such thing as
the Vietnam War and the 'establishment', which could be thought of in
a similar light now, to naming the Ronald Reagan policies of greed,
Reaganomics 2.0, and naming that, the original. In any case, we did
have the hippie verses the yippie troublemakers, but these were
almost like warlords we all see in movies, where some huge plot seems
to exist where someone is planning a huge event such as a take over
or an overthrow. After I said many powerful things to the girl who
then went on to discuss then with her boyfriend, the leader of this
pack of hippie warlords, an oxymoron if ever there was one for sure;
the dude who was very large, began speaking to me, keeping a
distance, and while this was happening,two law enforcement people
appeared at the door to the home and someone opened the door and they
entered, and they approached the two people who seemed to be in
charge, and began to interrogate them. Suddenly the dude stood up and
went over to Melanie and he ripped off her medallion, and placed the
key into his mouth and blew it like a whistle, only no sound came out
of it. Instead, the two lawmen suddenly froze for a few seconds, and
then when they unfroze, they walked out of the house and did not come
back. Instantly for reasons I do not know, I decided to tell them
that I was from the year 2019, and had taken a very long journey, and
I needed to tell them how the future was going to unfold, especially
about the digital age, and the world of computers and the internet,
and all of it. I thought that somehow they might find a way to
correct the mistake and fix things to keep it all back from happening
at least for a couple of generations longer, so that none of these
things could happen to me. As I was standing by the stairway that led
up to the bedrooms and bathrooms, just the way the house where I had
lived also did, I realized that they were going to follow me up to my
bedroom where we could talk more privately which is just what they
did do. But before we all reached the top of the stairs, suddenly the
entire house changed, and we all were somehow standing along the wall
that I told earlier was arranged in a beyond weird way in connection
to the floor, back on the first floor. Many things at this point are
blurry, but I do remember hearing the dude start to raucously laugh
at me and mock me, and then he said to me, something almost exactly
like, “You already were here, after they killed you in your sleep
at shortly after five that morning in your bedroom, with those death
ray beams that ripped your heartbeat all apart. We turned you back
alive again and sent you home, but you already
knew about your future somehow, and we decided to MAKE
IT ALL HAPPEN”. I then sat
down on the stairway in total horror and shock and said to the guy,
“How could I have known?”. He then laughed even harder, spit on
the stairway carpet, and said back to me in a very gruff voice, “Love
is for carpenters, drunken old bartenders, people without any brain.
Love is a foolish crime, love is a waste of time, that turns our
emotions to pain. Love is for carpenters, drunken old bartenders,
losers left out in the rain. Love is a foolish crime, love is a waste
of time, a tear on a heart leaves a stain”. I was horrified
after he said this, as this was my lyrics to my
1980 song while living at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, written after
that wild interaction in my sleep with who I now know was the mighty
goddess Paula King, all along! Then I also remembered that a
line was changed, as the part about losers being out in the rain was
not in the original song anywhere. But he laughed again when I told
him that and said that all he knows is that this is the constitution
of the galaxy, and that I only thought that I wrote this in 1980, but
was really being 'given this' by the (Exploratronic
Supermind Society) as you call us, only we are called the
Hydroglacians! Then he roared and roared, half like a human laugh and
half like a real roaring lion. Then he grabbed me and with incredible
physical power, threw me helplessly down the staircase from where I
had been about half way up, and I landed with my head hitting a wall.
I instantly awoke out of this, and found my hand still aching from
that pull, and the entire room was spinning and hurling around for
over five minutes. I then decided to make this printed information on
my computer, which I now am going to add to my blogging project,
known to the world here on the Earth-Planet, as Morianity.
I
don't know what this all means, Sheriff, sir, but I did not have clue
number one just a short amount of years ago, about Paula
King, Patty Hollister, or my
great Pink-Goddess in the human
incarnation (daughter), so WOW THAT,
Sheriff KJM; only that I am a
HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dec
1, 2019 1:00 P.M. – Dec 8,
2019 12:00 P.M.
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TRANSMISSION.
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER
34
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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10:12
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
MORNING
8
DECEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
12-08-2019
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
SUNDAY,
DECEMBER 8, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 4:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4
WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3
WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
My
horrible mother fucking PIGS NEXT DOOR
AT THE 605 CONSTRUCTION COMPANY ARE AT
IT AGAIN; with another CUNT HUFFING DAMN ASS SUNDAY
OF HELL, WITH THEIR BANGING ON MY
WALLS, AND SLAMMING THEIR DOORS. HOW CUNT CHEWING FUCKING
LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GET THE HELL OUT OF
GODDAMN HERE, YO? HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO MOVE THEIR
FUCKING ROTTEN JUNK OUT OF A TINY LITTLE ROTTEN
SHITTY STUDIO SIZE APARTMENT FOR DAMN ASS CRISSAKE???? THEY
RUIN EVERY FUCKING SUNDAY FOR ME, AND THIS HAS GONE ON NOW SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA SIR, FOR A MONTH, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was never
maintenance men working and they do not work on Sundays unless there
is an absolute mother fucking total emergency!
So
speaking of never moving out of fucking here, or in the case of
continuing onward with me' blog information, MOVING ON, with this
really wild somewhat new topic that the BOM has touched on in recent
times and that being this moving polarized universe and my
interaction within it. Why do these major attacks COME and then GO,
and then COME and then GO??????? Why is this deal literally swimming
in the quintessential back and forth or BI-POLAR reality??????? Let
us examine a few things here, me' blogaudians.
Look
first at your life, whoever is reading these words. Do you as well
see how things that go on around you, also come
and go, undulating and fluctuating endlessly back and forth,
as if our entire lives are literally stuck inside of a huge pendulum?
Hey it ain't just me for crying out fucking loud, BUTT, big ass butt
and but people; different people may have different levels of
intensity when things swing into the polarities, and so let me
discuss one of the two huge head shrinkers from the COOLEY-HALL here,
and tie some huge shit eating stuff together in totally
non-Marcucci-mind blowing ways, huh classmate RUSS THAXTON? Mister
Garrigan would say to me in sessions every so often that I needed to
stop going out so far into polarities and try and center myself into
more of a centered parity, and that the truth to al things is always
somewhere in the middle rather than all blown out into great distant
far ends. In other words if I was a huge library shelf, I need to
come a little bit more to the center area of the books and not always
be way out at the very ends of them. This all went down in the first
two years of the seventies-decade while I was attending the Cooley
Hall. My point here is that totally unbeknown to the head shrinkers
world, we cannot control most of the shit around us that does indeed
happen in major pendulum swinging ways. It is like saying I want you
to grow or shrink in height a solid foot after a person is fully
grown. We absolutely can control our reactions to stuff, yes; BUTT,
big ass BUTT folks, WE CANNOT control the way the cosmos chooses to
interact with us all the time, FROM FUCKING CUNT WOMB TO FUCKING CUNT
TOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
things happen to me, and I mean shit that all followed that magical
and endlessly mysterious date of August 15, 1986; they continued
doing what they always didm and the only difference after this date
of HELL, is the level of that swinging pendulum's INTENSITY. The
BI-POLARITY'S INTENSITY LEVEL is what jumped, AND NAUT WHAT WAS
HGAPPENING AROUND ME AND MY LOIFE ALL ALONG, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! This
is the point of powerful fucking shit that I am tryingso damn ass
hard to get across to my viewership, whoever the hell they truly are,
MISTER MARCUCCI, now that I no longer have access to your great words
of wisdom or just your great wisdom in general such as knowing about
my kid cooking in PHHH's oven, when you told me what you did out in
the hallway that autumn of 1969 afternoon, huh Sheriff Mascara?
Remember sir, how I asked you on this blog and not in person, what
would you do if that same incident was reported to you right now in
these new age times and in your county public school system or even
in a special-education place? By the way, that super mother fucking
annoying (WORD-DISSAPEARING HACK) is
truly on me' last fucking Dawn-Marie King
nerve)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somehow these mother fuckers
pulling off this “Let's give Mountainpen
HUUUUUUUUUUGE amounts of endless MISERY-UNITS”; is able to
fuck up both my mind, as well as
my cum-puke-her simultaneously.
I know perfectly well that when the mouse highlights a word, and I
then do something, the word will delete and I need to then hit
CONTROL-Z to put back whatever just vanished. Still, I will cause it
to delete, meaning that the MILITUFORCE has total control over me'
mind as well as the computer's MACHINE-MIND system, at the same time,
causing this to keep happening the fuck to me, yo! Also, when I told
you that the Comcast Agent never called me back after she said that
if we got disconnected that she would, well, SHE DID call me back.
But the mother fucking damn demonic MILITUFORCE fucked my the phone
service and I never HEARD THE PHONE RINGING, and hours later three of
her messages were eventually sent to my VOICEMAIL SYSTEM. Just wanted
to follow up on that to further prove how horrible my life is when
these cunt chewing HALLS FAWCES HACK OUT MY ENTIRE LIFE AND DESTROY
EVERYTHING AROUND ME, and then on top of that, all of you normal
people out here endlessly are MIND HACK CONTROLLED to absolutely
believe that this is ALL MY OWN FAULT SOMEHOW and that I have some
control over all of this and could prevent it, and so forth, when
nothing is further from the goddamn fucking truth. But shall we now
resume the conversation about Marcucci's words of wisdom, along with
the wild moving bi-polar realities surrounding my life that I
HAVE NO MORE CONTROL OVER than I would in trying to go
from being short to being tall. We all can change our width and I've
told you how I've managed to lose about a hundred fucking pounds in
the past decade or so, but try going from five feet to seven feet, or
making yourself suddenly totally different in appearance with a brand
new face, without the aid of some weird ass plastic surgery. Some
cunt chewing MILITUFORCE bastard just froze up my cunt lapping
cum-puke her and me' blog SHERIFF at 10:49 this MOUUUUUUUUURNING, YO!
Time for another MAGNESONIC COUNTERSTRIKE, DON'T YA; THINK? To
quote me in summer camp in the middle nineteen-sixties, talking to my
counselor Mack Kaiter, “This is
ridiculous”.
HA-HA-HA
Janebitch
Sleazemeatslime,
YOU MISSED ME WITH YOUR FUCKING DAMN ASS ONES,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I STILL WILL TYPE IN SOME NICE DAMN
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Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON
ME, WITH THIS DAMN HORRIBLE EARLY THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE,
BEGINNING IN AUGUST OF 2019, AND IS ONGOING UP THROUGH THIS
DAY OF 8 DECEMBER, IN 2019,
USING MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING AND FREEZING AND MY TRIAD NABES FROM
HELL AND THEIR ENDLESS NOISE, TODAY IN UNIT 605 AT THE 605
CONSTRUCTION COMPANY, AND IS ALL A PART OF AN ENDLESS
ICPE-APE-TECH
ASSAULT FROM DONALD
TRUMP;
on a crush-destruct order,
under GENERAL-ORDER-189, MAX.-POWER.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
PREVIOUS POSTS FROM NEARLY 14 YEARS EARLER
YES SABRINA COLLINS AND
RESORTS I.H.&C., THIS IS WHERE IT ALL BEGAN!
PATTY
H.H.H. USED TO SAY that she knew it
all, and that I had a free permission
slip to call her day or night if I
wanted to know anything at all. Right, after all the trouble
you had getting little Merry to sleep, then along comes little me to
wake her up at one in the morning, I don't
think so! So back to the number TWO. One means completeness or
zero dimensional truth (VOID INFINITY) from which all reality simply
is and then anything else needs to be CREATED FROM. Two means the
opposite, it means a SEPARATION between oneness, creating a time
dimension, a space dimension, and a MIND. ONE is therefore the true
math-symbol for ENERGY or it should be, and TWO is therefore the true
math symbol for MASS or it should be. Hence the really powerful truth
of all things that could ever matter, is that 1=2XC-SQ. Without even
touching the inconceivable shit that can happen in sort of a higher
three dimensional mathematical system where both the zero and the one
can take on a different form when we divide numbers by them as
opposed to keeping the standard system where things tend to break
down and never reveal truths about zero dimension, hence where I and
my Morianity get the made-up concept and idea of creating a separate
mathematical reality for the functionality of singularity equation.
This is why as things stand right now in the scientific community,
there is no way known as of yet to properly figure out the absolute
details to black holes or what singularity truly is. Zillions of
ideas and theories are indeed out t here, but without a new way to
function the figures that can later be transposed back into regular
mathematical activity, there will never be any adequate way to
address these mysteries. But back to my wild powerhouse dream last
night that I had shortly before daybreak, DIANA or LIGHTNING was
continuing to call me and give me (2-NUMBERS), almost is the same
manner as those two letters that I received in my mail, in that
“OTHER REALITY”
with PUBLISHERS CLEARINGHOUSE PRIZE PATROL WINNER OF 1997, COED MZ.
K.J. MCALLISTER, AND THE TWO LETTERS FROM MY DAUGHTER, AS WELL AS HER
TRANSDIMENSIONAL 'WANNA SPEND MY TIME'
SONG deal. Again, the Prophet
Daniel, and many other world renown Biblical Prophets, all know about
the transdimensional dream-coding truths, or deciphering system, that
is all a huge part of Morianity's 'TSE'
and 'HSM' (Towel-Seepage
Effects) (Hyper-Space-Mechanics),
discussed over and over and over again on fourteen fucking straight
years of these BOM BLOGS now, yo!!!!!!!!!!! This of course is barely
mother fucking scratching the surface to shit I'll be talking about
in the PHOTON-PROJECTION of the ETERNAL-NOW, (the future). This is
merely a laid foundation, yo! The real power behind cosmos is US,
because none of us ever truly want to know what is real, but rather,
WHAT COMFORTS US ENOUGH TO GO ON LIVING AND
REMAINING HALF FUCKING SANE. No one could handle the real
truths of it all, endlessness and its true oppressive hell that is
humanly unfathomable, the gods and their reasons for their
GASME-GAMES,
and how this mortal plane of temporary physical
caporial life is all TIED ENDLESSLY INTO THE NIGHTMARE.
This is what is truly being covered up by the
MILITUFORCE
and the so-called cover-up of the ALIEN/UFO
shit is all total
hoax and nonsense. I am not
saying that the Astral plane entities cannot come to this place with
vessels or anything else, but what I am powerfully professing is, WHO
CARES? The truth has nothing to do with that retarded point of view
to all of this, but this gives the great mother fucking demonic
LAMBRIGG CULT of the BRIGGBASE its ability to manipulate us humans
endlessly, because we WANT TO BELIEVE CERTAIN FALSEHOODS, and we will
go to our graves as a collective humanity to keep our silly ass ideas
and belief systems. THAT, sir Rockdroid Roddenberry Interchoke, WAS
THE GREAT EQUATION ALL ALONG, and NAUT the conversion of mass
and energy. Still, don't believe me yo, I am just a nobody fucking
dirt bag crackpot, right WFMU?
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5
10:24
POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013
I
just took a huge computer hack, followed by lots of doors slamming in
the hallway of the building after a day of quiet, it all just began
right now around ten of the fucking cunt eating clock. What never
changes throughout the entire STM system is the life and hell of the
MOUNTAINPEN. But what the life of the Mountainpen does in fact share
in common with everyone else is the endless bi-polarity of pendulum
swings, back and forth, quiet times, siege times, back and forth,
endlessly over and over and over again, until the very second that a
final fucking cunt breath is breathed, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only the
level of intensity is what differs from all of us, and my intensity
level is up around the stars some place, yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Still,
don't believe me yo, I am just a nobody fucking dirt bag crackpot,
right WFMU?
Mountainpen’s Blog
Just
another WordPress.com weblog
MEET CRACKPOT MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO, OH YEAH, RIGHT LADS AND LASSIES!
At the risk of being
pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in
various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD
called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was
made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same
title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons-
The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and
they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed
somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on
a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently
insane.
Mark claims to be both
a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring
about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android,
currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest
families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course.
Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the
disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three
selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark
from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll
excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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Therese on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM in Audio
Mysteries, MP3s,
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“The recordings
only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”
I don’t think
any existing recording device on this earth could have captured
the other side, although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim in
the AM | December
12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
…the link for
“Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix
it…
Posted by: King
Daevid MacKenzie | December
12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
Sorry about that!
I just fixed it.
Posted by: Listener
Therese | December
12, 2006 at 09:02 AM
I think this guy
is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and
christ-blocking shades.
Posted by: Steve
PMX | December
12, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Sweet Jesus, my
PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real,
I’ve known folks like him.
Posted by: K. |
December
12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Just sounds like
someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people
like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the
Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching
a man with a club foot trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby
| December
12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Hello My name is
Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found
two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They
were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk
songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out
his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by
looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the
cassette. I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never
been able to find anything on him except his name and the names
of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his
songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe
only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall
fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90
minutes I’ve ever experienced.
Posted by: Chris
Arter | March
06, 2007 at 06:27 PM
I clicked on the
Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer
listed.
Posted by: maledoro
| August
07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Aaah, very happy
to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used
on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory
Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater
keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this
nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by:
Fairlight | September
22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns
away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about
10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the
handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by:
Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns
away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about
10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the
handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by:
Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns
away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about
10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the
handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by:
Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
http://mountainpen.wordpress.com/
Posted by: Goyim in
the AM | February
24, 2009 at 05:04 PM
Hi. I got to this
page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’.
I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was
played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or
earlier.
It was a rendition
of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were
accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens,
etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone,
by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning
(‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy
faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to
“Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding,
very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone
here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song
title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so
long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve
ever heard except for this one.
On that same show
on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of
You’
I’ve listened to
hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t
any of those.
Thanks, for any
help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at
earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC
| May
14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
This fella is MOST
DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for
awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and
yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on
end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel,
and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy.
Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction
with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the
Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill
him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate
air space with chem-trails, and
sending Atlantic City-residing life guards and bar tenders
stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-guard.
The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but
still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN”
to catch up on his latest blogs.
Posted by: Razzy
McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
You bet I do Russ old buddy,
because they prove it to be so every damn day!!!!
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ten year and nine month old child to a place like this when he was
not a criminal nor did he do anything to warrant such monstrous shit,
is no different than allowing me to be robbed, beaten, raped, and all
manner of mother fucking shit that happened to me in childhood as
well as into adult life also. But does the AG care, state or federal?
Does the great Almighty President? No, great people only have time
for other great people, like Jolie and Popey. Birds of a feather
flock together, and so do the 99% nobody/poor
folks as well. But get into a situation where you need major
help, and through absolutely no mother fuckiGN cunt chewing fault of
your own, and guess what; YOU CAN COCK LICKING
FORGET ABOUT GETTING ANY, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trump
the great, says it better than I ever can; “Like
I give a shit”, and that was regarding his friend Steve
Winn, of the Golden Nugget Casino, during a time of his personal
crises in his marriage. I have a lot of reasons for hating poor
people, as they endlessly try and take away what little I manage to
work very fucking hard to get for myself; and
are all basically worthless twisted mother fuckiGN rotten asshole
BUMS. But as much as I hate them, multiply
fucking cunt that by a few bazillion, and that will show you
how much I hate the slutty trashy Wendy Thomas's and Kim Kardashian's
of the world, born with silver spoons up their ugly slob
clits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Any
mother fucking cunt sucking world, that allows and tolerates for an
innocent mother fucker like me, who never both a cunt chewing soul or
does anything mother fuckiGN cunt wrong, and is a totally mother
fuckiGN law abiding cunt sniffing citizen; to be endlessly assaulted,
mauled, reamed, persecuted, harassed, and fucked with, by the scum of
the mother fuckiGN Earth; well; that society, who and what ever they
are made up of, is not worth their weight in stenchy fucking maggot
filled elephant shit, at C-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But all this fucking
bullshit aside, people; being sent to the NJNPI for my 6th
grade school year, directly following CONTACT MADE directly between
me and Atlantic City POWERS and FORCES that I will come to label and
term the TAWF or THAT FAMILY; this was merely the opener of 50+ years
to follow, that can be thought of in only one god dam fucking way,
and that would be HELL, HELL, HELL AND ENDLESS
TORMENT TORTURED RED HOT HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
the forces in this universe were not signing off with what is and has
been done to me for half a cunt chewing fucking century now, then
simply put kind people, it just would not be allowed to all happen to
me like this. It doesn't take some genius to see this, folks!
Now at this NJNPI
place, I met several dudes my age who I befriended, one of whom was
Wilson Jessup, who claimed to be a witch doctor, and later on, a
voodoo priest, god rest my fucking soul. There was a Summer-House or
little area half enclosed outside nearby the K-Cottage, and on one
particular time, he and I were there and no one else was, and it was
late in May or possibly the very start of June, in the year of 1966.
Wilson grabbed my arm and told me he was going to take me to the
Trinidad Hotel. He knew only that I vacationed there with my mom on
the previous summer, and did not know one thing about Sarah Krassle,
unlike my pal David Roth, whom I told one day all about her, outside
a diner in Medford, New Jersey, one spring afternoon in 1986, called,
the Medport Diner. Very fucking cunt lapping apropos initials too, as
ever since this time, I needed a doctor in my cunt chewing fucking
life, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We won't even touch
right now on the nightmare that ensued after I told David Roth the
great high degreed Mason about this powerful goddess in early 1986,
but rather, we continue trekking along with my experience with voodoo
priest Wilson Jessup, up in Princeton, at the K-Cottage Psych-Ward,
New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Within a minute of
shutting our eyes, maybe less, we had soul traveled there, decades
before I knew the word ECKANKAR or understood the concept of
Soul-Travel, great Variagi Master Follower, Saint
John!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy before we run out of
Nothing-Prophets, Biblical Prophets, abnd demonic/angelic/ advanced
robotic beings, we're going to run out of ball games and cheering
advertising blimps!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, WJ goes on to walk us through
the room number 323 at the hotel, and he described the exact floor
plan both of the room, the nearby corridor and elevator, and even the
balcony overlooking the pool. There are no more balcony's by the way,
not since the Super 8 took the place over, at the early part of this
century somewhere. I doubt that 'MTM' ever stayed there either, in
this universe! But then, WHO CAN EVER KNOW A THING, ZIGGY, AND ©
OFFICE, LOC, WASHburn's WASHINGTON???
When I returned to
the place that late June, and left the psych ward forever, all the
forces from this globe that are all part of why this middle eastern
mess goes on millennia after millennia, began to form plans, right
down to the powerful personal friend of my aunt Geraldine Snow mason,
married to my mom's brother, my uncle Stuart Mason, named after his
direct ancestor of Scotland, Queen Mary; and these plans were set
into motion for the following summer after that one, in 1967, and
this is why my cousin Sandy went down there, and met up with the
great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, actually one branch
of it and lots of friends of them, the
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PER
CURIAM
Appellant
Atlantic County Utilities Authority (Authority) appeals from a
final order of the Department of Environmental Protection
(Department), approving respondent Waste Management of New Jersey's
(Waste Management) purchase of a solid waste transfer station and
related assets owned by respondent Cifaloglio, Inc. (Cifaloglio).
We affirm.
In
March 2011, Waste Management and Cifaloglio entered into an asset
purchase agreement in which Waste Management agreed to purchase the
assets of Cifaloglio, including a transfer station/materials
recovery facility (facility) located in Buena Vista. The facility
is a "solid waste facility which receives incoming waste from
collection vehicles and, after removal of any recyclables,
transfers the waste residue to haulage vehicles for delivery to an
off-site final disposal facility." At the time of the
agreement, the facility received waste from the following counties:
Atlantic, Burlington, Camden, Gloucester, Ocean, Salem, Cumberland
and Cape May. Waste originating in Atlantic County was subsequently
delivered by Cifaloglio to the Authority's landfill in Egg Harbor
Township for final disposal.
In
April, Waste Management and Cifaloglio filed a joint petition
requesting the Department's approval of the purchase. Waste
Management subsequently submitted a revised operations and
maintenance manual for the facility. The manual stated that
"[m]arket conditions will dictate which disposal facility is
utilized, unless the origin of the waste is from a county that has
flow regulations; in which case the county waste flow regulations
will be followed," and that solid waste would be "delivered
to disposal facilities in accordance with the applicable solid
waste management plans of the service area." Attached to the
manual was a list of disposal facilities, all located in New
Jersey.
The
Authority sent an email to the Department on April 20, asking to be
"advise[d] . . . about any public comment format and schedule
for interested parties to provide input" during the approval
process. The Department replied that it would be sending the
transfer request documents to the Authority for comments and that
in addition, "[o]nce a decision has been made to approve the
transfer of ownership, a 30 day public comment period will be
opened to accept comments from anyone." The Authority sent the
Department a follow up email asking for the transfer request
documents in May. The Department replied that it would send the
documents after it had issued a determination of administrative
completeness to Waste Management, and that the Authority would then
have thirty days "to provide any comments regarding the
transfer."
In
June, the Department sent the Authority and the municipalities
served by the Cifaloglio facility copies of the Waste Management
application and a cover letter summarizing the proposed transfer of
ownership. The letter stated, "If you wish to provide
comments, it would be appreciated if your comments were submitted
to the Bureau within thirty (30) days from the date of this
letter." The Department received no comments.
In
August, the Department sent the Authority and other potentially
interested parties copies of the draft permit authorizing the sale.
The cover letter included information about the upcoming public
notice to be published in two newspapers on August 29, and stated
that
should this notice result in the scheduling of a hearing, a
subsequent notice of the hearing will be provided . . . . If the
action does not result in a public hearing, the public comment
period will close 30 days after the publication of this notice and
a final decision on the permit application will be taken in
accordance with N.J.A.C. 7:26-2.4(g)(19).
No
public hearing was requested or scheduled.
In
September, the Authority sent its comments on the transfer of
ownership to the Department. Those comments are not directly
relevant to this appeal. Significantly for the purposes of this
appeal, however, the comments did not include (1) any objection to
Waste Management's purchase of Cifaloglio's assets, (2) any
concerns related to market share or competitive pricing resulting
from the purchase, or (3) any objection to the manner in which the
Department had conducted the approval process up to that point.
On
October 12, 2011, the Department's Bureau of Solid Waste Compliance
and Enforcement issued a solid waste order approving Waste
Management's purchase of Cifaloglio's assets and issued the solid
waste facility permit.
The
order and permit required Waste Management to comply with the
approved district solid waste plan for the district in which waste
delivered to its facility originated. The district plan then in
effect for Atlantic County designated the Authority's landfill as
the sole in-state disposal facility for non-hazardous solid waste
generated within Atlantic County, but allowed delivery of solid
waste to a licensed out-of-state disposal facility.
In
email correspondence to the Department on October 18, the Authority
raised questions regarding Waste Management's operation of the
former Cifaloglio facility, noting that "the tonnage normally
accepted at [the Authority's landfill] [had] decreased by 50%."
According to the Authority, Waste Management was disposing of
non-hazardous solid waste at a site in Pennsylvania, which was
owned by a related entity, rather than at the Authority's site.
On
November 14, the Authority sent the Department a letter objecting
to the October order, requesting an "investigation into the
issues of artificial and discriminatory pricing and associated
anti-competitive practices," and "asking that [the]
subject waste be delivered to [the Authority] immediately" for
the purpose of "mitigating anti-competitive results" of
the order. The Authority claimed that the facility's waste
deliveries to its disposal site had dropped by seventy percent and
estimated "an annual loss of . . . $3,653,659 in gross
receipts, including $319,651 in host community benefits lost to Egg
Harbor Township," and an additional loss of $1,900,000 because
"Atlantic County waste that was previously serviced by
[Cifaloglio] and now serviced by [Waste Management] is being
delivered out of state."
The
present appeal was filed shortly thereafter.1 In February 2012,
while this appeal was pending, Atlantic County amended its solid
waste management plan to designate the Authority's landfill as the
only permissible site for disposal of non-hazardous solid waste
generated within Atlantic County. The Department approved the
amended plan in August. Waste Management has complied with the
amended plan since its approval.
The
driving force behind the Authority's belated opposition to the sale
of Cifaloglio's assets to Waste Management was clearly Waste
Management's subsequent diversion of non-hazardous solid waste from
the Authority's site to an out-of-state site. At the time that
action was taken by Waste Management, delivery of solid waste to a
licensed out-of-state disposal site was explicitly permitted by
Atlantic County's solid waste management plan.2 In other words, the
document governing the issue would have permitted Cifaloglio to
take the same action had the sale of assets not taken place.
Because
the Atlantic County plan has now been amended to prohibit usage of
an out-of-state site, the issue that prompted the Authority's
belated objection to the sale of assets has become moot. Generally,
"courts should not decide cases where a judgment cannot grant
relief." Marjarum v. Twp. of Hamilton, 336 N.J. Super. 85, 92
(App. Div. 2000).
As
previously noted, the Authority did not object to the sale of
Cifaloglio's assets to Waste Management at any time prior to its
approval by the Department. In addition, it never raised issues
with respect to market share and competitive pricing or the manner
in which the Department was conducting the approval process until
after the approval was issued. In essence, the Authority seeks to
raise on appeal issues that it could have, but did not, raise
before the Department during the public comment period.
In
any event, having reviewed the issues raised on appeal, we find
them to be without merit and not warranting discussion in a written
opinion. R. 2:11-3(e)(1)(E).
Affirmed.
1
The Authority filed motions with the Department to intervene and
for reconsideration in November 2011. Those motions were denied in
April 2012 due to procedural deficiencies.
2
It appears that Waste Management sent waste to the out-of-state
disposal site at a time when that site was not listed in its
operations manual. Any regulatory violation resulting from that
conduct is not appropriately the subject of this appeal.
“I’m
talking about half of the waste we handle in the course of a day,”
authority President Rick Dovey said. “This has tremendous
implications.”
The ACUA may
ask the county freeholders to mandate that all garbage generated in
Atlantic County must stay there. A U.S. Supreme Court ruling in 2007
allows public authorities to require private companies to take their
trash to local landfills. Similar measures were adopted by other
counties, including Ocean and Burlington.
How the loss of
revenue will affect future fees at the landfill is yet to be
determined.
Atlantic County
municipalities each have separate contracts through 2013 that cannot
be changed for two years.
Tipping fees
for other companies and contractors may increase without a way to
bring back Waste Management to the landfill, Dovey said.
“At this
point, we have no idea, and that’s what we’re trying to avoid,”
he said.
Waste
Management purchased the Cifaloglio Inc. transfer station off Route
54 in Buena Vista Township for $38 million, including equipment and
other assets, according to documents filed by the state Department of
Environmental Protection, which approved the sale Oct. 12.
Up until
mid-October, the authority thought the deal would boost business. It
anticipated more revenues coming in from the Cifaloglio station,
which previously took its garbage to another landfill.
The Egg Harbor
Township landfill has one of the lowest disposal rates in the state,
and Waste Management already gets a $2 per ton discount from the
regular rate of $64.73 because it is such a large hauler, Dovey said.
But the sudden
loss of revenue from Waste Management and anticipated revenue took
the authority by surprise.
Much of Waste
Management’s waste comes from non-municipal commercial sites —
such as casinos, factories and hospitals — and represents a large
chunk of garbage collection in the county, he said.
Dovey said the
authority will push for a change to a waste control ordinance. It
also filed an appeal of the DEP’s approval of the sale in October,
arguing it is contrary to the public interest.
“The
economics of it don’t make any sense. And there’s no bad history
with Waste Management,” said Dovey, who accused the company of
“predatory pricing.”
Waste
Management spokesman George McGrath said ACUA’s claims of predatory
pricing are baseless.
“The
authority has no insights or information about how Waste Management
operates its business, the contractual agreements we have with our
customers, or what we charge for disposal,” McGrath wrote in an
email. “Our customers in Atlantic County have seen no changes in
what they pay for our services since we acquired the Cifaloglio
operations this year.”
McGrath said
Waste Management’s decision to send waste out of state is permitted
by the county’s own solid waste management plan.
A county
ordinance passed in 2010 required that municipal waste in Atlantic
County be taken to the local landfill, but gave commercial haulers
the option to go out of state.
DEP spokesman
Larry Ragonese said the agency could not comment due to the pending
litigation.
Atlantic County
Executive Dennis Levinson said the issue will likely come before
county freeholders early next year.
“We’re
going to do whatever the parameters of the law allow us to do,”
Levinson said. “Experience has shown that solid waste disposal
needs to be carefully regulated and monitored.”
Last week,
freeholders in Burlington County approved a law requiring trash
collectors to use their county’s landfill, joining 11 other New
Jersey counties, the Burlington County Times reported. The DEP has
several months to approve it.
The Atlantic
County Utilities Authority’s lost revenue comes at a time when the
authority is facing other revenue drops.
These
include declining state subsidies and less overall waste due to the
sour economy, according to Fitch Ratings.
The
Atlantic County Utilities Authority budget for solid waste is $38
million in 2011, and its proposed budget for 2012 is $37.2 million,
Dovey said. This does not include the authority’s separate
wastewater division.
Contact
Brian Ianieri:
609-272-7253
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