CHAPTER
#67
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB
David
Charles Roth said it best. “Ain't life
grand”? Of course he was being
extremely facetious when making that bold statement! Yessir
world, we'll be talking about the year of 2020 for a 'vely vely'
non-Bob McDowell long time, “I have no doubt”, Doctor
Leonard McCoy of Star Trek.
So WEEEEEEEEEE.
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION,
AND
FEELING ANYTHING
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'
MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR
IN
FACT PEOPLE, I AM AS BAD AS IT GETS!
2:47
POST
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
MORNING
16
APRIL, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2020
MARK
WAYNE
MOHR
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED ®
THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB
CHAPTER
67
THERE
IS A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE UPON ME,WORLD COURT IN THE HAGUE, ALCU, AND
FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
THURSDAY,
APRIL 16, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
CRESCENT 2:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5
F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2
WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
Yessir,
yes-mahm' oh world; it was another very
darn HOT DAY yesterday, Wednesday the 15th
of April in this horrendous rotten stench filled year of '2020,
and so-called James Redfield Synchronicity
Syndrome VISION' for crying out
loud! It went up to 94 degrees in Fort Pierce in the middle
late afternoon, the humidity was not summer-like but that's right
around the gash dog corner as well, and it did feel around or
somewhere almost near the buck-mark! But me' illustrious, wonderful,
and great peeps; and a BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
GREAT BIG BUTT TOOthpaste TOO; if THAT were my only basic troubles in
this life, I'd be sitting real darn perdy right about gold dern now!
At
approximately 4:25 yesterday afternoon, dirt bag penis licking Mister
Mexico-605 began blasting his garbage, but for whatever reason, after
ten minutes at about 4:35, he shut it down as if nothing had
happened. Maybe his employer (D.
J. TRUMP & HIS HENCHMEN),
told him to see if a SHORT-BURST
PERSECUTION OF MOUNTAINPEN
would bring that crooked stock market back up since it had JUST
CLOSED DOWN A NICE SIGNIFICANT AMOUNT. One thing I know for sure,
after suffering three and a half darn butt wiping decades with this
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY-NIGHTMARE
with me and the endlessly opposing EVIL TRILOGY, OF THE
TRUMPFORCE/SPACEFORCE/MILITUFORCE;
is that all of my endless horrific harassment is part of this
intentionally hurting and persecuting me, so that the markets will
parallel and mirror-reflect as a DIRECT-RESULT, a
reverse polarized direction to the way my life is being steered by
these nightmare monsters from HELL (AKA
DOGTOWN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And
here comes my stench sniffing (`~HACK)
folks! Forget the darn folksingers Mister Mike Soft,
pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze, and TANKS and mama-freaking BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM, YO
YO!!! Lovely witch Dawn-Marie
King
said it all during the last two years of her human life here on the
Earth-Planet, “It
is what it is”.
So
smile, frown, or sing out loudspeakers LOUD. It all comes out the
same way in this hellish HUNTINGTON FAMILY
CURSE OF 1990 YEARS NOW. Still, quoting the great Dennis
Snyder here, “And that's just reality, son”. The man is telling
it true-blue, with or without any Cooley Hall HALLOWEENTOWN
Amy-Madonna's involved in the wild mix, yo!
Apr
6, 2020
4:00 PM – Apr
13,
2020 3:00 PM
|
CURSING
BRUCE PENNOCK ON WFMU
Comments
November 09, 2006
The Ravings of Bruce The Piano Man (MP3)
When I
was in college, a friend gave me a cassette containing the
frustrated rantings of a guy named Bruce. Bruce is
a dad from suburban Jersey. He tries to fix things
around the house, like the family piano. He does his own
taxes. And he uses very colorful language, some of which
was caught on tape by his son. Listen for yourself here
(6MB MP3 file, NSFW)
When I
listened to this at 22, all I heard was Bruce's rage. I
thought it was hilarious. Listening now...
Well, it's still hilarious. But it's kinda sad, too.
His kids are no help. Half his fucking papers have
disappeared. He can't even let himself go enough to
really commit to his cursing. His goddamns are outnumbered by
his goshdarns. He even doggones once or twice.
It's tempting to read all sorts of things into this
diatribe. Is it really about the piano? Or was he
passed over for a promotion? Does he know his son is hiding
somewhere nearby taping his every word? Did the car
break down? Does his wife not appreciate him? Have
his glory days passed him by? Who knows? Poor
Bruce. If we can learn one thing from him, it's to spend
the $300 and buy the right fucking tool. Ya fucking
moron!
Posted
by Listener
Therese on November 09, 2006 at 10:50 AM in Audio
Mysteries, MP3s,
New
Jersey | Permalink
July 30, 2015
You No Longer Need to Beware of the Blog
"Almost"
is a funny word, isn't it?
We will
keep every single post up here for all of eternity, and
someday, WFMU may resume online publishing. First we need to
find an admin though, something we haven't had here for many
years, which is part of the reason that we are shutting it
down.
Thanks
everybody!
Posted
by Station
Manager Ken on July 30, 2015 at 09:06 PM | Permalink
I
wish the dude who knows the Pennock family would contact me some day
on a comment on my blogs because if me' ol' COOLEY HALL pal Bruce is
still alive and kicking in 2020, I'd weelwee luv to make contact with
him. The last time I was over at his house, his brother Brian and his
parents were alive, and it was the year of 1976. I was renting a home
in Blackwood, NJ-USA, and Bruce still lived where he did in school
days, at 2 Beaver Drive, Barrington, NJ.
GOOOOLLEEEEY Station Manager Ken,
Bruce lived on Beaver
Drive in the early nineteen-seventies and the late ones too I
guess, when I last visited him there in Barrington, New Jersey, and I
lived on PYLE AVENUE, in the nearby town
of Westmont, up through the beginning of
the August month in the year of 1969!!! So gee
willagars, for crying out loudspeakers-LOUD
everybody!!!!!!!!!!
Speaking
of high temperatures, my personal body temperature fluctuates a whole
lot more than a normal person's does. I know that the average daily
temperature does vary from somewhere between a half degree to three
quarters of a degree. However my temperature folks varies daily at a
minimum of three and a half degrees, and many times it isn't that
unusual for me to have a full 5 DEGREE RANGE DAILY, from 95
in the beginning of me' days to 100
at the ending of them.
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? Well, nobody knows, but it all began in middle 1983
when I was suddenly STRUCK
WITH A TOTALLY UNDIAGNOSABLE MEDICAL CONDITION
while residing at the rental home of 134 Norris Avenue, Atco, New
Jersey, USA, ESMWG. Then late in 1989, I began to also get a
persistent dry cough that was far worse during times of MAJOR JET
VAPOR TRAILS IN THE SURROUNDING SKIES WHERE I LIVED AND OR WORKED
AROUND. Now tonight on the news and later on the great CNN, I am
hearing the newest findings from the medical experts concerning this
global pandemic, and it seems that many vaccines take up to a full
decade to be long term effective, and five years to even get a short
term vaccine for public usage. They are hoping that their expeditious
fury due to these horrendous circumstances, will accelerate the
progress that is now HOPED FOR happening between 8 and 18 months, and
also, the new way we all have to live and operate is going to persist
in order to keep
us all safer from this Corona-Virus
monster; is not going to expire until somewhere
between late 2021 and early to middle 2022
on the outside projection. With all of the multiple problems I have
with the MILITUFORCE,
this is going to make my life beyond total hell,
and maybe I won't be able to leave this country on my 66th
birthday come the 4th
day of this December, as once planned. In
fact, I doubt that I will be able to. So my mood right now is about
as low as it gets.
Soon, I will need to switch over to being a MORNING PERSON when my
temperature is on
the lower side of my sliding-scale, in case my temperature is taken
every time I try to buy groceries at the Publix,
or get my needed medications at the Walgreen's.
WHAT
A MOTHER EFFEN NIGHTMARE this is gonna' be, as I HATE BEING UP IN THE
MORNINGS, and have ever since my last year in darn high school.
To this day, I remember coming into school to Misses Young's class in
1972, and hearing her say to me in front of the class, that famous
old saying that goes, “A diller a dollar, the ten o'clock scholar,
now he comes in at noon”, or something along those lines. I believe
the first part has more to it, but that was the gist of what she
would say when I'd come in around somewhere past eleven on my
bicycle, and when I did it more than four or five times, I got into
real trouble with the principle, Mister Ciancio. Oh MISTER
REDFIELD SIR,
OH OH NON-DONNA CIFALOGLIO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please don't
get me really started with even a tenth of all of this because I'd be
emmereffing typing all golly gash darn night long, yo BRR!
Nobody
is going to believe that there is nothing wrong with me, and I could
end up getting forcibly quarantined if I go two or three times with a
near 100 temperature. I am never sick unless I reach about 102 or
103, and even at that range, I barely feel anything. I can live for
two weeks or more at 105, and have done so a long time ago. But no
one wants to hear about my whacky medical problems that have
absolutely no physical world explanation whatsoever. With a swinging
metabolic rate like mine, no disease or germ has much of a chance to
live or thrive. Still, ion days where I need to pick up food or
medications, I will most likely be sure for the next two years give
or take, to go IN THE MORNINGS. Maybe the days of hot pavement
illusions are over, for both me and my daughter now; at least for the
darn time being. Between this problem and being stuck with this
HORRIBLE ROTTEN NEXT DOOR NABE FROM DOGTOWN; my life, bad as it was
before this.bootloader and before THIS me folksingers and me' FOLKS,
and you TOOthpaste TOO MISTER MICROSOFT; it's only gonna' be a WHOLE
LOT WORSE STILL, FOR THE FORSEEABLE GASH DERN ROTTEN BUTT WIPE
PHOTON-PROJECTION (FUTURE)! Yes during bad CHEMTRAIL-DAYS where I
cough a lot and have done so since the end of the nineteen-eighties
and haven't expired yet; I won't even be able to go anywhere. The one
consolation in all of this putrid nightmare from BRIGGBASE-DOGTOWN;
is that I never really go anywhere anyway, other than to buy
groceries, pick up meds, pay rent, check bank balances, go to
doctors, and maybe the very occasional trip to a laundry
matt@plexusfilms.com.au
or a LAUNDRY MAT. WOW, this.bootloader THIS MIKE SOFT SYSTEM IS
REALLY AS WILD AS WHJEN MY KID TOOK OVER ME' OLD COMPUTER FROM NEW
JERSEY AFTER I WAS DUMB ENOUGH TO LOAD IN HER PROGRAM FROM MY AUNT
GERALDINE SNOW MASON'S MOMMY, IF WE CAN ALL SHARE A QUICK CHUCKLE OR
THREE HUNDRED, YO. I don't want any more nightmares from crazy
western New York ski lodges, nor any wild interactions at the
Narberth, Pennsylvania house at 1208 Greentree Lane. The recent ones
in Pennsylvania are more than darn enough is enough and enough;
lovely 1980 Barbara Streisand and Latengrate Miss Donna Adrian Gaines
Summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', Sir
Chester
ShouldCoalesceModuleRequestsMadeInSameTick Shoeknockeroutter Frank,
and mister Microsoft Corporation from BEYOND WILD AND CRAZY, HUH
GRANNY-MIMI???????? Yes the great separater of the realms of LIFE AND
DEATH, the speed of light squared. So what lovely Merry hasn't
learned from my Morianity, I guess lovely Mommy-Patty has told her,
but in any event; Sir
Dennis Snyder
could always end up chiming in right about here with
his great globally known phrase!!!
I
have been getting a powerhouse amount of DEATH ANGEL PASSERBY'S
lately, as all of you know. Gee willagars Misses Tropicana 1984,
“This is annoying”, or if her son was Arthur Crane, I could plug
in this tiny whittle extra item and say, “This is SOOOOOOOOO
annoying”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That
great episode on “The Twilight Zone” was on the TV on the 'ME'
Channel at 12:30 this morning, titled, “A World of Difference”.
This is about a phase four character who does need a tape recorder or
a weird nut job like Mountainpen; to bring to life a character who
tried to get born in an unusual way and was prevented from doing so
by the 7th
dimension, or the LAWTRON, as Morianity refers to it as. The main
character named Arthur Curtis, goes from being an actor in a
Hollywood movie, to suddenly becoming the actual person of the part
that he is playing. The great Mister Rod Serling who writes these
fantastic TZ shows, really seemed to be onto the operation of the
PHASE-4, as discussed in these blogs. Trump who is really Mister
MacInvondi the Controller of the Briggbase of Province Olympia on the
Astral Plane of existence; needed to break the LAWTRONICS in the
methodology that he used, which was me and my wild machines. He
literally got me to CREATE his personality, NOT THE CLAY, his parents
did that in bed, but the actual ability for him to pull of a similar
to Arthur Curtis deal on 'THE TWILIGHT ZONE' TV-SHOW. And Trump, like
Mister Curtis, managed to get here and remain heredahelda and HERE.
Don't ever doubt the power of the teachings of Morianity, as no other
thing has yet come close to explaining how all of this can be
happening right here in this world, with Trump, and with all the rest
of this mind boggling incredible and unfathomable crap! As stated in
my previous blog post, why did I never dream about Patty,
except for that one recent timesliceBufferSize TIME in Atlantic
City-NJ,
and yet had so many dreams about MERRY
for the past 23 years now since good old 1997? Funny 2 how they began
at the same time of that wild song, and don';t tell me you don't know
what's being said here, because you do, or else I don't even know why
you'd waste your time following these blogs. This is not a
MERRY-BLOG, or a happy one either, HEE HEE HEE TEE LILLY MUNSTER, but
it is a blog that endlessly freaking searches after THE TRUTH,
whatever the truth REALLY AND TRULY AND VERILY IS, OH GREAT LORD AND
MASTER JESUS THE MESSIAH (CHRIST)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lads,
Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-techs:
Notice
the great and mighty (REDACTION-HACK)
that
occurred on the CHAPTER
2 BLOG of MURDER & SLOW TORTURE
of me by Sir Chump-Trump-Rump, and all you need to do in order to
read the words and overcome and circumvent the redaction block-outs,
is to HIGHLIGHT
the page on your system.
Just hit your CONTROL-A key, or click over that area that is blocked
from view, and when you are finished reading, just click again or
click out of the Control-A feature, or however
you may be doing highlighting on today's more modern systems.
It is however extremely important for you to read what is there, and
of course, THAT
WAS WHY IT WAS PREVENTED AND 'HACKED',
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Indeed, Sir
Chester-Frank
says it all right about now, am I right?
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!
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A
moronic child with thistles growing out of its
earthquakes and its EARS
SIR MIKE SOFT, can see plainer than day, that my blogs tell a wild
story in so many different ways, and YET, we all can see the
incredible and beyond darn inconceivable connections into even
the most seemingly non-connectable items throughout its entirety.
Do any of you really know the full truth behind why many folks
thought that Jesus's physical appearance after the resurrection, was
considerably different from what they remembered from before his
crucifixion on the cross? The human brain really does do some
fascinating stuff to us, folksingers and FOLKS, just as Mike Soft
does this endlessly annoying deal with words. If something seems to
be totally impossible by any reasoning, and from a human logical
rational standpoint; it is simply rejected, but this is done in
subtle ways, such as forcing our 'connected to our brain's' sensory
systems, to literally make necessary adjustments so that the
otherwise impossible then becomes placed within a tolerated and human
set of slightly altered parameters. People who don't believe in
anything supernatural, including God, aliens, magic forces
interacting with homosapien populations, and or any of this stuff,
will always literally be able to reset and readjust anything that
comes into their proximity so that they can go to their graves
holding totally steadfast to their absolute staunch atheistic belief
systems. But this doesn't limit this point to things like some wild
aliens landing in some wild UFO-CRAFT from outer darn space one day
in your back yards, people. This also chimes in when I try and show
that my true story is real and use things that couldn't happen unless
it was true, BIG BUTT-but unfortunately, the doubters will say, “Oh
sure, we can now place the Pope with the Commissioner of New York
City, and Britney
Speers”,
and we are just about at the high-tech point of true danger, where
even the greatest laboratories in law enforcement such as the FBI's
Quanico Labs,
cannot tell for sure what
is FAKE
and what
is 'NAUT' FAKE,
oh lovely Miss Blake!!!!!!!!!
And I don't need to be some jailed hockey dad, to know exactly what,
as well as who, is behind all of this; and I will gladly reveal it
right now. It is the BRIGGBASE
or the LAMBRIGG CULT of the ASTRAL-PLANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sir
Dennis
Snyder
would perfectly say it right now, should he be in here with me, so
why waste the time or the type??????????????
Which
of these things are the most totally unbelievable items you will ever
hear?
My
ICPE-APE problem is real and happening.
My
14 year blogging project tells its own story even before I knew it
myself, just like the great HOLY WORDS of Christianity.
All
of our dreams are every bit as real as anything happening while we
are awake.
The
prophecy of Cooley Hall regarding 1802 Robin Hill came true in
perfect fullness nearly a solid decade after I proclaimed it.
Hey,
you all know this could go on all night!
Diana
Zuudlecronessia Arteemis (Lightning goddess of the Earth-Planet)
came over to visit with me at just past eight of the clock last
evening, making beautiful scrumptious colors and fractal patterns all
over this part of Fort Pierce, Florida, USA.
How can I ever thank you enough you lovely girl?????????
Their
DJIA stock market flew up five and a half hundred points yesterday
(Tuesday), as most of you know I'm sure, and I think that most of you
know exactly WHY IT DID, 2!!!!! The MILITUFORCE
assaulted the hell out of me starting on
middle MONDAY AFTERNOON beginning with that COMCAST
CABLE COMPANY FREEZE-UP-HACK, and then the
computer hacking, and then the major
NOISE ASSAULT
from Mister dirtbag Mexico-605!!!!!!!!!!!! Examine the flying
stock market for two weeks now folks and folksingers 2 yo. The
analysts are calling it A HISTORIC BOOMING
RALLY, and just what is this based on in their WALL
STREET HUMAN LOGICAL REASONING, may I so inquire? Well,
maybe it is the huge amounts of CORONAVIRUS
DEATHS IN THIS NATION, the shut
down economy, the hugest national
disaster in a century, the unfathomable
amount of unemployment, the entire
lock down of us all with a completely altered NEW NORMAL REALITY,
and yes; do you really want me to go on? Yessir, you just tell me how
hugely WRONG MOUNTAINPEN AND MORIANITY IS NOW, me'
GREAT FOLKS AND FOLKSINGERS TOOthpaste TOO, when I dare to
claim that I am behind everything, and that parallel
event is a real true thing that is happening around me
and has been since middle 1986. Yessir everyone, U just keep showing
me how wrong I am now, yo!!!!!!!! But let us move on now to PATTY
AND MERRY for crying out FONTANA
LOUDspeakers AND LOUD, Sir Microsoft
Corporation, and New Age
Author-Father, Sir James Redfield (JRSS)!!!!!!!!!!!
When
we think while we're 'awake', we can indeed do some heavy daydreaming
similar to my grandmother back in school as the story was imparted to
me via my mom as of course she was her mom. Suddenly my grandmother,
Mizz Grace Isabel Huntington, would find herself being rudely
interrupted from her deep thoughts to her teacher saying to her,
“Grace Isabel Hunt-ting-ton, are you paying attention in this
class”? I heard that story from me' mom at least five hundred times
while growing up. I blogged it a lot also during my first couple of
years blogging the BOM. Yes, we all daydream, but we think and when
we think, being trapped in a material body that interacts to quote
lovely Amy from Cooley Hall, “IN A MATERIAL WORLD”, we don;t
physically move into the thought-realm that we create because our
body and 'our self' has mass or WEIGHT. Gravitation prevents this
from occurring. Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and yessir, a big ass BUTT and but;
when our subconscious mind is thinking (dreaming), it is not
connected to our bodies as you all know. Our bodies are left in our
beds while these thoughts literally propel us out and into the realms
of hyperspace and its countless and virtually limitless parallel
alternate realms, the (dream-worlds) as many mystics and psychics
refer to them as. I need t build up this little foundation before
getting into my discourse today regarding the great and illustrious
Patricia H. Hollister H. and lovely Merry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember
people, I only knew Patty all throughout these days of the
'seventies', and I DID NAUT KNOW 'LITTLE MERRY'. So then, speaking of
the same kind of logic that just doesn't stack up to true facts like
that DOW JONES and its recent APRIL trading, WHY was I having ALL OF
THOSE MANY MANY MANY MANY 'DREAMS' of Merry, and never of
Patty?????????? you can't tell me that you never wondered at all
about this. I never thought of her back in the nineties when this was
all getting this huge foothold in my life, and I wasn't ever a music
fan of anyone, not like most other people who go to lots of concerts,
and spend big bucks on many records, tapes, CD's, and-or “WHATEVER”,
Congressman-1975 RA-B4U were 1!!!!!!!!!!!
I BELIEVE MIKE MCNULTY WOULD SAY RIGHT NOW, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”,
would he naut, Mizz AT&T 1983
BLAKE??????????
No
people, I never went around thinking of Merry back in those times,
and when these blogs all began, and it is all right here as proof to
back up me' words right now; all I was talking about were the GODS,
the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, LASER TRACE DISTANCE DELAY TECK, WORLD
LABORATORIES OF THE LATE 22 HUNDREDS, COOLEY HALL, HADDONWOOD HEALTH
CLUB, ATLANTIC CITY, AND SARAH KRASSLE, AND THE STOLEN CHAIN-DREAM!
Outside of that circle may have had a few other subsets of items but
never was anything about Patricia Hollister or MC for crying out
loud, and we all can go back to the beginning of MORIANITY and verify
that powerhouse truth any darn time. The closest connection ever
right through the entire first two years of these blogs, was at the
HADDONWOOD CLUB of Deptford, New Jersey-USA, when Merry's step dad
that the world thinks of as her real dad, came there for about two or
three months and wanted to engage me to do some wild tricks and
stunts in the Haddonwood pool. All these things are in there, but
only this and maybe a reference or two about the 1996-1997-1968 weird
beyond words TIME TRIP OF SHOEBOX-TABLETS, were glossed over, and
that was it! So again I ask anyone out here, so why THE MANY MANY
MANY MANY DREAMS OF MC? Do any of you have a lot of dreams about
someone who you never are thinking about in any way? If so, I would
be more than interested to read a shared comment, because it, as the
DJIA APRIL 2020 TRADING BEHAVIOR, makes absolutely NO SENSE
whatsoever, and you all know it toothpaste
222222222222222222!!!!!!!!!! Well folks, JANE STENCHARLET WITCHBITCH
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE just got me AGAIN, with her rotten mother loving
ONES-GROUPATION ASSAULT, so grant me pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze the permission
to do my compensation for that, yo yo yo yo yo!!!
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THE IRONY BEYOND IRONIES IS THAT THIS HAPPENED WHEN ELSE LOVELY
PEEPS, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT AT MISS BITCH SLEAZE OF THE
CLOCK, JUST LIKE GASOLINE POURED RIGHT ONTO THE FIRE!!!
So
then tell me great world; is REALITY-3 behind both the A-B of the
parallel event of things, or are the A-B events not omnidirectional,
and if not, which way are things really happening, and the questions
can literally go on forever, so let me show you what I mean here,
great folksingers and folks out here and loyal Blogaudians:!!!!!!!!!
You know that for somewhere between 4-8 weeks now, I am taking BRUTAL
ASSAULTS FROM THE MILITUFORCE and they are immediately either
followed by a HUGE UP DOW JONES MARKET, or the market has this HUGE
UPSWING and then it is instantly followed by this HUGE BRUTAL
MILITUFORCE ASSAULT ON ME, USUALLY WITH MAJOR NOISE FROM MY #605
ENEMY FROM MEXICO OR A MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULT DEATH SIEGE FROM THIS
FORCE FROM DOGTOWN (HELL)! Let's explore this, all Rhonda's and
Joanna's EVERYWHERE, shall we, in or out of all Mullica Mobile Manor
Trailer Parks of areas just east of non-EDEN, but HAMMONTON
switcheroo Chatsworth BERRYTOWNS OF ULTRA MAGICAL
KINGDOMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all know that there is no way, at least
that I'm freaking aware of, to prove whether PARALLEL EVENT is truly
real or merely a combined 'B-EVENT' to the 'A-EVENT' of
REALITY-3!!!!!!!! So if some external HALLS FAWCE is acting on this,
then here is what would have to be happening in this sicko whack-job
GASME GAME OF THESE SICKO GODS OF THE ASTRAL REALM:!!!!!!!!!! By the
way B4I forget to tell U all of this, I have a crazy computer that
won't allow me to adjust for savings verses standard time twice a
year. When we are in the normal regular time (STANDARD), my computer
clock is accurate. When we're in the SAVINGS TIME however, the real
time is always an hour later than me' darn clock dispays gives me, so
when I said that I was struck by Fonda-Garbage and HER ONES-ASSAULT
at her demonic ONES-TIME, the real darn time was 2:11 and so my
computer clock said MISS BITCH, digitally of course!!!!! Now that
this is cleared up me' great peeps out heredahelda and out HERE yo;
allow me to continue onward with the point at hand,
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So during this most recent new
GASME-GODS-GAME of the M2F (MILITUFORCE), where I get MAJOR UTILITY
AND 605 NOISE ASSAULTS) and the markets right before that or right
after that are FLYING WITHOUT ONE RATIONAL EXPLANATION; how can we
ever totally and absolutely know for sure if what is truly going on
is not these sicko whack-job M2F GODS of the ASTRAL-PLANE merely
doing BOTH OF THESE THINGS, and making me endlessly believe in this
wuild correlation of connected events that run in some endless and
beyond weird and bizarre omnidirectional way? Here
is one argument for this so-called REALITY-3-GAME NAUT BEING TRUE:
We are going to only focus on one thing right now, and as other times
and other blogs happen down the line,we can do all sorts of gol-darn
arguments for believing both ways. If the
REALITY-3-GAME
is real, verses the regular parallel event being what is happening,
then WHY does this PARALLEL EVENT WORK
IN MATHEMATICAL STUFF LIKE APPLYING IT TO
THE THREE PARAMETERS OF THE CASINO GAME CALLED ROULETTE???
In
1986, I was sitting in me' Highview Apartments BATHTUB on early
middle winter day,
and
suddenly DIANA
just revealed how this PARALLEL-EVENT CAN BE APPLIED TO THE 3 GAMING
PARAMETERS OF THE 'ROULETTE' GAME,
and those being the RED/BLACK PARAMETER, the ODD/EVEN PARAMETER, and
the 1-18/19-36 OR LOW/HIGH PARAMETER. She detailed it in my mind just
as she detailed in the mind of Albert Einstein,all of his
mathematical models that led to all of his great and world famous
theories and formulas, including his most renown one, Energy equals
mass time the speed of light squared. WOW-WOW!!!!!
6:03
PM, APRIL 13, MONDAY, 2020
ANOTHER
WORST HORRENDOUS DAY HERE IN GOOD OLD FLORIDA-USA, FOR THE PITIFUL,
PATHETIC MOUNTAINPEN!
HERE
IS WHAT IS HAPPENING, PEOPLE: As soon as I posted up my last blog, my
ENEMY NABE IN UNIT 605, MISTER MEXICO, BEGAN BLASTING HIS SUB-WOOFERS
AT ME FOR TWO SOLID ILLEGAL HOURS, BEGINNING AT JUST PAST FOUR AND
STOPPING AT JUST SHY OF SIX. First comes the COMCAST TV SERVICE
FREEZING UP, the comes the COMPUTER HACKING WHICH GOT WORSE WHEN I
WAS POSTING UP MY BLOG-STATS, with some ILLEGAL CRIMINAL HACKING DOG
LICKING SUB SCUM SLIME EATER, TAKING CONTROL OF MY MOUSE AND NOT
LETTING ME TYPE IN WORDS IN THE AREA OF 'KEYWORDS' WHICH IS WHY A LOT
OF STUFF CAME OUT ALL WEIRD, SUCH AS MY OLD 1969 PAL BRAD COMING OUT
IN SOME BEYOND CRAZY OTHER four-charachter
GROUPING. THEN AS SOON AS I QUIT AND POSTED, POOF, THE
DIRT BAG NEXT DOOR BEGAN TO OPEN UP HIS VOLUME CONTROL ON ME AND LET
ME HAVE A WALL SHAKING EARFULL, OH FBI, OH ACLU, OH WORLD
COURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some dirt bag new hack is not allowing
me to print the word (character) in
caps, as when I do, it just keeps switching to SMALLS. Here comes a
nasty super right side DEATH-ANGEL-ASSAULT
ON ME, at 6:11.
I
SERIOUSLY DOUBT THAT I WILL SURVIVE THE 2020 YEAR OF ELECTION, OR
(RE-ELECTION OF DONALD DIRTBAG TRUMP) TO BE MORE SPECIFIC HERE. THIS
MOTHER LOVING THUG IS TOTALLY KILLING ME, AND REMEMBER HOW BAD HE AND
HIS HENCHMEN MADE IT FOR ME IN 2016. MY BLOGS WERE STOPPED AND SO IN
REAL TIME YOU DO NOT KNOW MY DAY TO DAY HELL WITH THIS MONSTER, BUT I
DID TELL YOU ALL HOW HE FLOODED MY APARTMENT AND GOT THE SPRINKLER
SYSTEM TO DO THIS WHEN THERE WAS NO FIRE, AND HE DID MANY THINGS
AFTER THE OCTOBER SURPRISE TO MAKE SURE HE WOULD WIN AND USE HIS
ALMIGHTY ICPE-APE-TECH AGAINST ME. HERE COMES MY WONDERFUL AND LOVELY
(`~HACK). WEIN?
I
told you all that when WEATHER AROUND ME AND MY LOCAL AREA GOES WILD
AND DEMONIC, on top of times when I am suffering with MAJOR
MILITUFORCE DEATH ASSAULTS, this is when I am about as CLOSE TO DYING
AS IT GETS ON THIS PLANET FOR ME? Well folks, it hit 96 degrees at 5
of the clock this disafsternoon, and even now at past six, it is
still 95 and feeling well over a hundred.
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THINGS
DON'T GET WORSE THAN THEY ARE FOR ME RIGHT NOW, LADIES AND GASH DOG
GENTLEMEN OUT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
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 DEATH
ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS ULTRA MAJOR BEYOND DEATH
ASSAULT MILITUFORCE STRIKE AND ELDER ABUSE AND CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION
ON ME HERE ON THIS 13th
DAY
IN APRIL OF 2020,
WITH ANOTHER GIGANTIC MAJOR UTILITY STRIKE DEATH SIEGE, WITH A
CABLE-TV-FREEZE UP AT HALF PAST TWO FOLLOWED BY MAJOR COMPUTER
HACKING AND SERVICE INTERRUPTION; AS WELL AS A MAJOR UNIT 605 ENEMY
NABE FROM HELL ASSAULT AN DELDER ABUSE ON ME, AND
USE 100 PERCENT MAX-POWER
AGAINST WHOEVER DID THIS TO ME AND WIPE OUT EVERYBODY WHOM THEY LOVE
AND CHERISH AS WELL, and that is all a part of DONALD
TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986;
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.
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fully believe that that Atlantic City enemies as well as my daughter
and her family, are indeed WIPING ME OUT. I of course cannot prove
it, and must be very careful, as many many many many people love and
worship my daughter. Isn't my life a gash darn quintessential hell on
Earth, me' people?
SUPER
LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL ATTACK
AT
4:54 A.M., THURSDAY, 16 APRIL OF 2020
MORIANITY-4
NO
SUCH THING AS TIME TRAVEL, HUH COUNT PETOFI
9:43
PM-EST, MARCH 4, 2013, 13 YEARS TO THE DAY THAT MY MOM WAS KILLED
THE
ENDpointURI AND THE END SIR MIKE SOFT WEIRDCHORD WEIRDWORDS, &
STINKING BADLY!!!
DESPITE
SIR ROBERT MCGUIRE OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USA!
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wanna' cut me a break with all of this incredible junk here, me' lovely Mizz 1985 Margie Caldor-113 Leo, for crying out LOUDspeakers LOUD?????????
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
Hello
to Easter Sunday, and this will be a day where if the poor
old pathetic Mountainpen can't prove to his Blogaudians that JRSS or
the JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME is real and beyond
absolutely incredible, then I truly need to quit, and give up,
and forget about ever doing one more blog,
for the rest of my miserable gash darn life; me' great folks, and
yessir Microsoft, folksingers toothpaste
TOO, YO YO YO YO!!!!
Here
is why I am saying this, folks; and before going into it, rarely will
I be doing highlights, and a whole lot of font coloration
alterations, and other non-text stuff; at least until after this
global pandemic nightmare is over, and my ability to get to a
computer repair shop or a public library if necessary, is again back
to normal, whatever the darn heck “NORMAL” really and truly is
any more, me' great wonderful kind peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
think that it has been well proven and established now, to
anyone with half working eyes and ears and a third working brain;
THAT THE VERY SAME EXACT FAWCES WHO PUT OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST TO
DEATH APPROXIMATELY 1990 YEARS AGO in Jerusalem, are
behind MY POST AUGUST 15, 1986 NIGHTMARE CURSE,
and especially the extremely wild and humanly illogical and
unexplainable paradox of complete and total utter absurd idiocy, that
Morianity calls the GAMBLERS DESTRUCTION
SYNDROME, and has discussed this on many
prior blogs, ever since this
blog-project began in 2006. Before moving on with this,
that darn DEATH ANGEL is just about NON-STOP, passing me on both me'
LEFT SIDE, and me' RIGHT SIDE!!!!!!!!! Sir Chester-Frank would say it
far better than I ever could, great people, with his now somewhat
globally famous bar utterance of,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!
Now
people, you'd think that 'SATAN', as he
is biblically referenced and named, and what Mountainpen's MORIANITY
calls the (M2F) and is just as ONE AND THE
SAME THING as the great fifties black and white TV-show's
character, (SUPERMAN and Clark Kent),
WOULD NEVER EVER DO the one thing that
would ultimately WIPE OUT HIS DEMONIC PLANS of injuring humanity and
of course then led to the crucifixion of Jesus Christ
and then following this as a direct result, the beginning of the
religion called Christianity. This, according to any and all
teachings of Christian Seminary, would be the quintessential MATTER &
ANTI-MATTER!!!!!! So too would be allowing a human being to gain so
much wisdom, by surviving an inconceivable amount of nightmare
hellishness that endlessly surrounds him, AND WHO THEN MANAGES
SOMEHOW TO SURVIVE IT, AND BECOME ULTIMATELY STRONGER FOR DOING SO!
BUT AGAIN, these FAWCES did just that, TO ME; FROM AUGUST OF 1986,
THROUGH THIS VERY PRESENT SATURDAY MORNING'S JUST PAST 6 AM
QUINTESSENTIAL DEATH HARASSMENT AND COMPUTER ASSAULT, THAT TOTALLY
WIPED OUT THIS COMPUTER, AND WITHOUT A MIRACLE
STRAIGHT FROM ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS (LORDESS) JEHOVAH NEECEY KRASSLE,
WOULD BE JUST A PILE OF JUNK IN THE LANDFILL! The point to all
of this is that just as a gambler who has a loving family and knows
totally well in all logic that he will lose everything, his home, his
family, his way of life, his livelihood, all of it and more is he
won't stop his destructive reckless gambling habits, yet GOES RIGHT
ON DAY AFTER DAY THROWING IT ALL AWAY. I suppose an alcoholic and
many other similar things could all be classified into what I label
the GAMBLERS DESTRUCTION SYNDROME (GDS) for short. I suppose we could
even say this is the GODS if we want to make a little joke and game
on them for a change, by adding in the word 'obliteration', (Gamblers
Obliteration and Destruction
Syndrome) [GODS]!!!!!!!!!!!! But staying
with the point here, which is of utter and major consequence; I've
heard it said in churches back as a very young adult man, by
congregants, as well as pastors, and even on television with
televangelists, and just peeps having general conversations on the
boob tube concerning this very wild matter of, gee willagars yo, why
would this great devil who supposedly is the second most powerful
FAWCE in the cosmos right there under GOD HERSELF or ITSELF if you
prefer, or say HIM if you want to; but why would this powerful and
super highly intelligent being who should know better, such as that
gambler or alcoholic should also know better, yet keeps doing his
destructive thing and loses it all; but yes, that ultimate query of
WHY-WHY-WHY-WHY would SATAN, knowing fully well that KILLING CHRIST,
or having the SON OF GOD MURDERED, would lead directly to his
destruction; then go ahead and DO IT?????
I have for three plus decades now, wondered why this FAWCE THAT HAS
WIPED OUT MY LIFE (the church's SATAN) and (my M2F), do this to me,
while seeing that it only makes me get more and more onto things that
THIS FAWCE ABSOLUTELY DOESN'T WANT ME TO GET ONTO, and so folks, if
this is not the epitomized reflected sameness, to the world famous
quest for why SATAN KILLED JESUS CHRIST, then I do not know, and
never can know, JUST WHAT WOULD BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has bothered
me in ways that no words could hope to even begin to express, for at
least a quarter century now; and yet only TODAY,
(EASTER-SUNDAY) for crying out loudspeakers LOUD, Sir
MIGHTY MICROSOFT CORPORATIN; did I put this incredible and beyond
hyper-amazing duality of all of this
together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
was on PAGE ELEVEN,
and I quickly typed in this groupation
of FIVES, to avoid seeing that
horrible rotten JANE FONDA, digitally represented from
back in the spring time of 1993, with her eternal baseball-BRAVES-hat
on, and mocking me with her ONES-CLOCK-ASSAULT
that night in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, ESMWG, so HA-HA-HA-HA!!!! I
hope you enjoy 20 minnina-kalpa's of DOGTOWN!!!!!!!
Yes,
my survival of all of this POST
AUGUST-1986-NIGHTMARE-CURSE has somehow allowed me to become
unfathomably enlightened to TRUTHS of REALITY. The
desire to survive and beat these HALLOWEENTOWN
HALLS FAWCES OF MIZZ HOLLISTER,
AND KING/CALLIO FAMILY, as well
as simultaneously SEEK, AND KNOCK, AND DESIRE WISDOM AND TRUTHS, that
are behind all of these wild and horrible things that have suddenly
surrounded me; IS WHAT HAS ALLOWED ME TO KNOW ALL OF THE THINGS THAT
I KNOW NOW UP HERE IN THIS 2020 YEAR.
For anyone who's ever wondered, gee if the Mountainpen isn't a total
nutcase whack-job, and this is all true, and he knows so many wild
things; just how can he know all of this?????
Well, NOW YOU
KNOW the answer to that one.
Learn at least one new thing every day, and
you'll
always
be
ahead.
That was a great and wise sound bite from another one of me' COOLEY
HALL educators (teachers), the illustrious
Misses Mildred B. Young!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes great
folks and Blogaudians, it was my SURVIVAL
OF SO MUCH AGONY FOR SUCH A PROLONGED AMOUNT OF TIME THAT IS STILL AN
ONGOING NIGHTMARE EVEN AS I SPEAK RIGHT NOW, ALONG WITH MY INTENSE
DESIRE TO KNOW JUST WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME SINCE WHATEVER IT IS, IT
IS COMPLETELY INVISIBLE AND TOTALLY UNDETECTABLE, BY ANY RATIONAL, OR
LOGICAL HUMAN WORLD WAYS OF DETECTING, AND ANALYZING STUFF!!!!!!!!
I was not only suffering as much as any of you if you were in a
dentist chair every day for twelve hours with root canal work being
performed on very sore and infected teeth in your mouths, but at the
same time, was banging and banging on doors all over the world,
seeking, trying to find out what is happening all around me, not
being too afraid to ask any questions or do just about anything to
detect and learn all that could possibly be learned, day and night,
with every tick of the clock. Then before the nineteen-nineties had
even ended, it became literally 24-7, as I began to learn that our
sleeping and dreaming worlds are equally important and equally
connected to any and every single thing around us that is a part of
our so-called human real world waking life! Don't be too quick to
judge me oh world. None of you would have survived my life in a
million years, and I would be willing ANY DARN TIME, TO BET MAFIA
BORROWED MONEY, on a double or nothing wager, that this is so, with
no amount limit at all. Screw your ALLIGATORS, SIR MIKE SOFT CORP.
THAT is how darn buttwipe sure I am that this is all totally real,
correct, and true!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
I know that the entire universe/cosmos is nothing but an ultimately
advanced beyond super-high-tech computer-video-game of a sort, played
literally by the GODS of the ASTRAL PLANE (Purgatory), that piece of
reality that is literally in-between the zero dimensional void, and
the actual starting 'BIG BANG' or birth of our cosmos. The scientists
of the worlds of Quantum and Particle Physics and those who are
involved in the acceleration-tunnel projects, CERN LABS and others,
call this 'location' the PLANCK-TIME, after a great man of science
whose name was indeed, “PLANCK”. They scoff at my wisdom of just
what all of this truth is. I of course, knowing fully well that I am
right, scoff right back at all of them. We all are playing the game
of these GODS of the PLANCK-TIME (Purgatory) (Astral-Plane) and many
other names as well, from the Bardo, the spirit world, the psychic
planes, and on and on and on android0.3 NOT DON, but speaking of NOT
DON or ON, I told you all how I know for a fact that the typewriter
inventors were all part of this wild GASME-GODS-GAME, and this is why
GAMES when I type too fast and don't check out my words for accuracy,
come out as GASME, and many other things such as my original Jersey
2006-2009 blogs all talked about, such as TWO-TOW, USE-SUE, and if
you examine just me' past five blog chapters, you will see some more
pretty wild and clever GASME-GODS-GAMES at work in all of this,
yo!!!!!! Some times I reedit, some times I retype my own 'open-office
files', and then re-post the corrections, but leave prior blogs there
on purpose, to show how all of these mentioned things in my
incredible darn Morianity, is all so darn real, and so gash dog true,
yo BRO!!!
Being
“made in the image of these PURG-GODS”, we too have a huge desire
for PLAYING GAMES and is why we all have and most love sports, games,
the Olympics, and so on and so forth! Being made in their image is
also why we have the emotions and feelings that we do. The BIBLE
tells of many emotions experienced by both A-COPY, and B-COPY SSJKK
(God and Jesus), and even C-COPY (the Holy Ghost), can be grieved.
That is absolutely biblical, so read it, or ask your dog darn pastor
if you doubt me' words. Our love of GASME-GAMES and all the stuff we
gravitate towards, right down to and including our more modern era's
video and computer gaming, is just like the real games only sort of
dumbed way way down, or AGAIN, Biblically, like “Seeing through a
darkened glass”! I know my BIBLE, and how about you, you crooked
(for the most part) televangelist slime scum, who dare to use the
ALMIGHTY to make your fortunes???!!!!!!
I
now will give my blogging audience this following darn CAVET or
(warning), in more of a modern day verbiage translation!!!!! If 5
days and nights go by without my POSTING A BLOG AT THE BLOGGER-GOOGLE
WEB-SITE, I have been silenced by BLACK HAT HACKERS WHO HAVE WIPED
OUT ME' COMPUTER, and will be off-line until the ending of this
NIGHTMARE GLOBAL PANDEMIC HEALTH CRISIS. As you all know, it was a
miracle that I got up and running after the 6 AM assault on me and
this computer, MY LEGAL PROPERTY!!!!!!!!! Crimes as you know, against
me, DO NOT EVER GET PROPERLY PUNISHED BY MY ENEMY AUTHORITY
PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I no longer have any love nor respect for any
authority as a result. I will obey, but I will no longer respect any
of it, ever again. WHY THE DARN 'EF' SHOULD I, for crying out
loudspeakers-LOUD, YO BREEEEEEEEE????? So until the end of this
health crisis comes, public libraries and internet cafes are all
closed down as you all know, as are any and all local computer repair
shops. So if I get my FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS VIOLATED AGAIN and
without higher plane remedy; and five days and nights pass without a
blog from the Mountainpen; then you will know that until the crisis
is over, so are me' doggone blogs, me' great Blogaudians!!!!!!!
So
here is what was done to me: I was correcting a previous blog's
misspellings and other errors, and adding colors and highlights, and
suddenly I was struck super darn hard by the MILITUFORCE BLACK HAT
HACKER GROUPATION. They gave me a BRAND NEW HACK that I'll now call
and label as the (IMMOVABLE-HIGHLIGHT-HACK), or for a shortened
abbreviation, the (IH-HACK). All of a sudden, some of the highlighted
text on my document would not go away no matter what I did. If some
of it did eventually go off, it was instantaneously replaced with
another area close by, that picked it up. Here is a quick example,
only it was only as highlighted as a normal area gets when we
highlight it with our mouse or whatever newer tech way they do it.
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh
and new, let me ask you really nicely can you spare us just a
few. SUDDENLY, when I attempted to
change a color in a certain grouping of words, a section close by
would highlight up, and would not go away no matter what I would try
and do. Now, just as with what happened yesterday morning, when I
finally did make the area go back to normal, then another area would
become infected by their hacking-virus, such as in the example now:
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new, let me ask you
really nicely can you spare us just a few.
SUDDENLY, when I attempted to change a color in a certain
grouping of words, a section close by would
highlight up, and would not go away no matter what I would try and
do. Now, just as with what happened yesterday morning, when I
finally did make the area go back to normal, then another area would
become infected by their hacking-virus, such as in the example now:
Then
folks, after about two minutes of trying to get out of the hack and
without success, I even tried to bring up a new file, and the very
same infection was on my master system of typing in a file name to
make a particular job come onto the system. The only thing I could do
then was to manually shut down as I do in many cases of a MAJOR HACK
AND A MAJOR CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION AND SEVERE ELDER ABUSE ON ME. When
I reopened the computer or rebooted as peeps in the industry say, I
went to input me' PASSWORD, and it came up saying invalid, and would
not allow me to get back into me' own computer. I tried and tried for
five minutes or so, and no darn dice. I then unplugged the entire
system and modem and everything for five minutes. Still, no dice. I
tried it again for a little bit longer, and then when it came on, and
before the password request screen came on, instead of using me'
“ENTER-KEY” to reboot the WINDOWS-7 system, I let the
auto-counter just tick away by itself that manually will turn it all
back on after 30 seconds. Fearing that the hack could be in my
ENTER-KEY, I did not use it after typing in me' password, but rather,
I used me' darn mouse, and I clicked the tiny little box to the right
of the password box. POOF, I was BACK IN!!!!! I have naut shut off
me' system since. I allow it to go into the 'SLEEPER-MODE', and the
only way to bring it on again is to hit the ENTER KEY, and it works.
This has not worked for five or six years, so I know the HACK IS
SOMEHOW IN ME' DARN ENTER-KEY. But as soon as I get another
involuntary computer update screen where the system goes through new
updates; it will require the password again, so I give the caveat to
my Blogaudians that if I am not up on a blog for 120 hours, then look
for me when the Corona-Virus crap is all over an done with, and naut
before. Also, there is another possibility besides an update that
will cause me to need to use a password, and this is an electrical
outage or interruption, black or brown out. As soon as this pandemic
junk ends, I intend to go to a geek store and have my password system
removed. I never use financial stuff on the machine, so I don't need
a password. If someone does something, what else is new? My entire
adult and even kid life is one long never ending grouping of major
and nasty criminality being done against me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
must stop the blog now for an hour TV break, so I can
enjoy a great old nineteen-sixties show that the great “ME-TV”
airs at 4 in the morning on Sunday's, called, “The
Time Tunnel” with that
awesome lovely Mizz Lee Meriwether. I am
NAUT misspelling her name, as she plays the role of that beyond white
hot gorgeous 'ANN' on the show, and Mike
Soft and his Hellwrecker-Spellchecker is of no help in
spelling her name, as most unusual or rare surnames are not within
the dictionary systems of most word processing programs!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll be 'bacccchk' shortly, oh
Governor Arnie Muscles, so pweeeeeze do
naut TERMINATE ME, YO!!!!!!!!! TANX, and
a great big huge gargantuan “BOOOOOOOM”! And now me' great
awesome peeps out there 'somewhere', and to quote lovely
non-Dawn-Marie King or EVIL-CHUCKIE here yo; “I'm
BACK”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great show, as always. It brings back a lot
of memories about the following orbital time for good old Comet-H and
my lovely 1986 year. OH BOY, mom!!!!!
Now
let us move on and finish up this whittle darn blog, folksingers and
yessir Mike Soft, folksingers toothpaste TOO!!!!!!!!
It
is beyond major obvious to me, that both my
Atlantic City ENEMIES, as well as (ICPE-APE-TECH)
parallel event, and proving all of me' claims concerning the endless
nightmarish connections with the DOW
JONES
STOCK
MARKET,
DONALD
JOHN
TRUMP,
AND MYSELF,
EVER SINCE THE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES; all being real and true,
and absolutely indisputable; will cause me every single time I really
go to town on blogs and attempt to prove these things with most
recent current event 'happenings', with or without any 1969 assists
from the great Sir Mister Count Von Marcucci
of the Shaver-Cuts-Club of
all non-Roseann Delaney's EVERYWHERE; that there will be a
never missed, and extremely dependable “RONALD
REAGAN” IMMEDIATE-COUNTER-ATTACK, and major PUNISHMENT
for the Mountainpen which is of course,
another perfect example of Clark Kent
and SUPERMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! The
MILITUFORCE won't permit me to keep
taking advantage of PERFECT
SITUATIONS
that come along about as rarely, OR ALMOST as rarely, as Haley's
darn Comet; where circumstances
in the life of Planet Earth, will be absolutely favorable for
proving my claims; NAUT WITHOUT THEM GIVING ME A MAJOR KNEE JERK
REACTION COUNTER-STRIKE ANIWHO, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!
Dennis
Snyder wouldn't be able to say his famous lines any better if you
gave him a plate of steroids and a billion dollars cash money for
doing so, “And
that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
won't lie. I waited about eight years and it was somewhere in the
early summer time in the year of 2012, and I remember clearly as a
clanging church-bell, thinking one day to me'self, “I am going to
wait for a really totally perfect day and time where stuff in the
world is going on where I can absolutely prove that the stock market
has done just what I claim that it has ever since 1986, and then I'll
do a MAJOR MAJOR BUNCH OF BLOGS about it all!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw your
darn rotten ALLIGATORS, Mister Microsoft!!!!!!!!!! That annoying
DEATH-ANGEL is passing me
NON-STOP, all day, all night,
sometimes even while sleeping and waking me up, and this has been
extra bad since the ending days in 2019, but as 2020 came in and got
more and more into the late winter and then the spring time, like
WOW, as the kids would put it,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is totally darn WEEDEEKAWUSS,
lovely 'Katy Fightsongs' of 1997,
before you became the great and wonderful KP and always acted like
you wanted to knock my lights out up there in Abseacon near your
great wonderful Uncle Admiral's FAA-Technical Center in the
neighboring town of Pomona, just west of the
DQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE oh wonderful Sir
Chester-Frank, and mighty 'Shoeknockeroutter' toothpaste
TOO, yo!!!!!! Yessir world, I waited for a long EIGHT DARN YEARS, and
then IT HAPPENED, and I began shouting out about it just last darn
week, did I NAUT, MIZZ
LOVELY AT&T BLAKE
from good old 1983??????????????? I feel that I have MADE ME'
CASE, and shown you all just how real what I have claimed all darn
along, truly is, yo yo yo yo BRAHHHH!!!! And yessir world, I
HAVE BEEN AS YOU ALSO ALL KNOW BY NOW, EXTREMELY PUNISHED AS A
RESULT, WITH ALL OF THIS INCREDIBLE ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE AND HARASSING
PERSECUTION FROM THIS CRIMINAL EVIL DISEASED MILITUFORCE
(M2F)!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes, on the great CNN, I was watching some very trustworthy reports
telling how Trump after making his trip to JAPAN a short while back,
was all tantrum'd out and throwing a four year old hyper-fit, about
the so-called “crashing stock market”. That is all he ever cares
about, and it is also ALL THAT HE EVER HAS CARED ABOUT SINCE THIS
NIGHTMARE WITH HIM, AND PARALLEL EVENT, AND MY DEATH PERSECUTION, ALL
GOT STARTED IN THE DARN NINETEEN-EIGHTIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME'
BRO!!!!!!! If it takes me 700 darn butt-wiping years, I am going to
get my TRUE STORY BELIEVED BY THIS ENTIRE EARTH-PLANET YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, and Microsoft darn folksingers and toothpaste's as well; ALL
ALONG SINCE THE SIXTIES, AND SEVENTIES, AND EIGHTIES; lovely and
incredible awesome Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard has been some
kind of a major hub in all of these things. She, unlike Paula King or
Sarah Callio of eastern-No Joysey, is the real and true WITCH OF
ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG. I told a little bit about “the witch
from Atlantic City” to quote me'self from the summer time of 1980,
to the dude I now refer to as JOE, the “MAFCO electrician”, at
the famous Jefferson Street Mac-Andrews & Forbes Company, in
Camden, NJUSAESMWG, while I was working as a security guard there,
contracted by the world famous WELLS FARGO SECURITY COMPANY, the very
same security company that we've all seen in the western movies where
robbed stage coaches were involved. But at those times where I was
telling electrician JOE about THE WITCH from AC-NJ, I was naut
thinking of lovely PATTY HHH, but rather, SARAH from AC-NJ! Keeping
things totally honest and BOB SCHLEIGH 'REAL' heredahelda and HERE
folksingers and FOLKS; all I knew for sure back in those times, was
that some force somewhere was definitely screwing with me, and
already had robbed me from a large chunk of my human life in present
persona of the blown out from Purgatory's realm into this
STM of 5th dimensional hyperspace. Now as I stated
recently, I am sure that many of my wild dreaming-interactions from
these 1980 days, including the goddess PAULA
singing that 'LOIS-FOCA' song to
me, at the outside area of Frailenger's Salt
Water Taffy Store on 10-SC Avenue, to
Gawky Gaukauk the magical ASTRAL BLACK PANTHER CAT that has
absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the ALLSTATE INSURANCE, or
great African-American leaders of the past, and Mister “PHONY-VOICE”
Denzell Washington, but rather, it had very
much to do with my practice from time to time, of the mighty Astral
World's spirit-travel meditation handbook-instructional manual, known
as the “FASCITAR”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just like the famous sixties drug, LSD; people can get all kinds of
AFTER-EFFECTS from using both that drug as well as that exact method
of physical plane meditation, when those precise instructions for
practicing this spirit travel stuff is performed. In real honest
candor and truth peeps, perfect practice of this meditation will
bring people who use this to practically the exact same and similar
situation as an LSD taker would have. The only
difference is that you CANNOT,
AT LEAST IN THE YEAR OF 2020, BE
BUSTED OR GET A CRIMINAL
RECORD for doing it, as it is
not against any laws of this time period.
Who knows about the photon-projection, as far as the photon memory,
well, we all have heard the tales of the many witch trials and witch
burnings. But right now in the present times, well, use it at your
own risk folks as there are no guarantees to how your life may become
effected by doing it on a regular basis, and I never told anyone that
it was as safe as a sleeping babe in a mother's arms. I don't lie or
tell stories, unlike the 45th President of this
nation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I have indeed used FASCITAR many times, and
sometimes I even used the I-CHING in the very same way that it was
used in that fictional television soap show of the sixties, “DARK
SHADOWS”. These things ARE QUITE REAL, at least they were very real
for me when I screwed around with both of them, and that, I'll swear
in a court of law, any time, and anywhere, yo BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But
people, remember thissssssss and remember it good, yo; PATTY HHH was
no ordinary person. She did things that normal peeps do not do like
talk to dead people on a regular basis, chant, do Wiccan practices,
eat strange foods, and organize things to happen, at least IMHO, that
would have major reasons for her wanting them to happen but to happen
without any trace or proofs that she had anything to do with it, and
of course, I thinkwe all know what is being discussed here and that
is, two things for the really smart peeps; one, my getting the
information for using FASCITAR, and two, secretly
having our daughter with me as well as keeping the masses of this
world ignorant to the true facts behind it all. Those
not willing to be open minded right away love to laugh at me and say,
“Hey Mark you darn bone head, you're lying because you're white”.
Well, I have told the story of why my dad at the tender age of
sixteen years, abruptly left his home in Toledo, Ohio, and joined the
Merchant Marines, after learning of his heritage on his REAL father's
side. This information would have been forever lost if not for
something huge and something that I have yet to get into even after
these fourteen plus years of blogging some way out there stuff to
this world, yo BRRRRRRR!!! And just as John Denver didn't buy the RED
SEA, oh SSJKK, I don't buy that darn hairbrush being swiped by that
trained seagull that day in Atlantic City, right there at the area of
my kid's conception, not a dozen yards to the south of the precise
spot where lovely PHHH had her way with me when I was fourteen and a
half years old, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, and a great big huge WONDERFUL OPRAH
WINFREY TOOthpaste TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are quite a lot of things that I haven't told, if anyone can believe
that to be possible after reading most or all of the things I've
posted during the past fourteen and a quarter years on these blogs
now. Some of these things may just be around the corner for me to
begin getting into with the world of the public domain. Much of it
connects SOUND AND VOICES, and also how our mighty and deranged
power-monger President Trump was also so fascinated by these very
same things while growing up with his parents in Queens, NYUSAESMWG,
and then right into his adult life too, just as with
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now does lovely PHHH fit into that amazing
mess too??? You can bet your sweet butt it does, lovely AMY Madigan
Cornfields All-dreams, from late in the
nineteen-eighties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In fact, it all connects into
COOLEY HALL, Bruce Alan Pennock, Bob McDowell, tape recorders, Patty,
Paula, Melanie, and even Julia White herself. But it is all connected
into many things beyond just this, such as
why exactly my parents were DESTINED TO MEET at the
Philadelphia Naval Shipyard just
to the south of the Walt Whitman Bridge,
where my dad, and the great Professor Einstein, were all a part of
a very wild and militarily denied experiment, and while my dad was
dating my mom while she was employed at the great, and yes absolutely
world famous and renown LAVINO SHIPPING
COMPANY, that became a very active and powerful part of
the great WORLD WAR ll WAR EFFORT.
I can go on an
don and on here, and no, you hacked
out junk GASME-GODS-GAMERS,
not 'on an don an don', yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every
single part of life, when reexamined in that magical kingdom called
“the land of HINDSIGHT”, will always
display truths that can never ever pop into our conscious mental
awareness while we actually are living through the events in
real-time. That is a truth because that is literally a 7th
dimensional law or what Morianity has labeled in these blogs, 'THE
BOM', as “LAWTRONICS”! You cannot escape the Lawtron. You will
defy gravity first.
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DEAR
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR:
Several
hours before I got up on Monday, say around quarter past ten give or
take a few damn minutes, a MAJOR OUTSIDE MUSIC ASSAULT STRUCK ME from
some ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL CAR SOUND SYSTEM, and then all day
long, me' mother fucking MAJOR ROACH INFESTIATION has come back after
being significantly better for about ten days or so, and it is here
again with a cunt chewing vengeance, yo! WO to that; Sir Billy
Harner! I believe this may be quite appropriate right about now, yo,
“SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT”!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
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
DEATH ASSAULT & THREE DAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE ON
ME NOW, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS JANUARY 30, 2020,
with
A MAJOR TRIAD NABE
SIEGE FROM UNIT 608, MAJOR UTILITY AND PROPERTY DAMAGE PERSECUTIONS,
HEALTH STRIKES ON MY FRAGILE ELDERLY BODY, INFESTATION OF RODENTS AND
ROACHES, COMCAST CABLE SERVICE ASSAULTS;
and
is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me
since August 15 of 1986; 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.
This
is about as bad as it can get, kind Sheriff, yo. Thanx for nothing
for all your help, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every
single fucking day since last summer, Trump has screwed with me using
his world famous magic trickery that he learned from me at his Castle
Casino in the summer of 1986 when his henchmen asked me what system I
was using while playing roulette, and I was foolish enough to tell
them a small bit about “PARALLEL EVENT”! The only time that I had
a small back-off from Trump's DEATH PERSECUTION ON ME, since last
July, when he struck my car, and AGAIN fucked with that goddamn
catalytic converter switch that he and his henchmen-mob have done now
four times since living here in Fort Pierce; was when his DEFENSE
TEAM needed to prepare to defend this monster MILITUFORCE crook in
the United States Senate, after wonderful awesome Mizz Nancy Pelosi
brought those two great Articles of Impeachment over to this
governmental body of one hundred legislators, yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jan
21, 2020 8:00 AM – Jan 28,
2020 7:00 AM
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No
pirate jokes from Gloucester City,
please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark,
shark, shark” , oh
wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth, of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north
country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!
But
I will holler out for some damn help
to my County
Sheriff to the left of me,
and my State
Attorney General to the right of me,
leaving this poor pitiful pathetic elderly stealer's wheel clown face
fool right smack dab in the middle, along with perhaps Lamont
Sanford's Aunt Esther and her fish eyed 'other' fools, spoken of so
often in that great and marvelous television sitcom show with REDD
FOXX,
known
as 'SANFORD & SON'!
Also,
I will remind everybody how a bunch of trick or treaters back in
1975, tagging along with their little friend 'Merry', and supervised
by Patty H. Hollister H., and without the final 'H' for another few
years yet; even if my mother wishes to scream at me for continuing to
refer to her as HOLLISTER,
since my mom wouldn't know what to do with herself if she couldn't
find fault with, endlessly criticize, and complain about her only
son, who never smoked, drank, took any drugs ever unless legally and
medically prescribed by an authorized physician; so I proclaim here
and now to this Earth-Planet, “LET
HER YELL & HOLLER @ ME 4 CRYIN' OUT DAMN LOUD, YO”!!!!!!!
But yes, according to lovely
Patricia HHH;
one elderly lady such as around my age today, up here in this
PHOTON-PROJECTION, observed one of the little boys in this Halloween
groupation, and she said to him while noticing his amazing looking
pirate costume, “Sonny,
where's your buccaneers”?
This little squirt responded back to heredahelda and to HER, oh
wonderful 'future' Microsoft Corporation, that perhaps was ahead of
all of the curves; “They're
under me' buckin' hat, lady”!!!!!!!
Patty of course nearly died, or at least that was what me' adorable
whittle mommy told me the following week, when the two of them spoke
at her office, in the early first week of the “TRICKY-MONTH”!!!!!!
McNulty would put it quite well I suppose, right about here, would he
not, ME' BLOGAUDIANS; with his now globally quite known,
“AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”?
So
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
CUM-PUKE-HER
HACKING is off the fucking cunt scales MAJOR AGAIN, FBI,
ACLU, SHERIFF KJM, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, and LOCAL FORT PIERCE
PEEDEE AND CHIEF DIANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somehow
quite Potter-magically, the MILITUFORCE
has managed to really fuck up me' computer-mouse, and not only
electronically with digital data hacks, but somehow interfacing even
mechanically so that the clicking operations are malfunctioning and
somehow are in a perfect duo tandem effect with each other, just as
they used to do with analogue tape recording machines, both
electronic as well as corresponding fucking mechanical hacking,
somehow miraculously achieved in ways that go beyond even PROJECT
BLUEBOOK shit!!!!!!!!!!! No known hacker can screw with the
mechanical operations of a machine by any science I am privy fucking
to. Just as all day long, these pricks in unit 608 won't cock sucking
quit slamming their doors, and I know that they are SOMEHOW BEING
TOLD AND OR FORCED TO DO THESE THINGS TO ME AT CERTAIN EXACT
TIMES!!!!! BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT, speaking of Project
Bluebook, I now know at least some of the reasons that my COMCAST TV
SERVICE WAS HACKED AND FUCKED WITH LAST NIGHT at around 10 when the
History Channel was airing episode number 2 of the BLUEBOOK
SHOW'S SECOND SEASON, based on the re-viewing of the show at
two in the morning. I was able to catch a later rerun of the very
same show on the great HISTORY-CHANNEL, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things I heard
spoken were obviously NAUT things that TRUMPS-PEEPS (M2F-SPACEFORCE)
did NAUT want for me to listen to last goddamn ass night, ME
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
The
(`~HACK) is also getting quite bad again for the past several mother
sucking days, Sheriff sir, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, this is no new fucking news to me whatsoever, NAUT 1 TINY ASS
BIT, YO! As soon as the short back off period went on maybe close to
a week, I
knew it was GONNA' BE RIGHT BACK TO FUCKING CUNT EATING BIZZ AS
USUAL, just as soon as TRUMP'S HENCHMEN TEAM were all done defending
him in the U.S. SENATE, and were again free to go back
to FUCKING PERSECUTING POOR INNOCENT MISTER MOUNTAINPEN,
(ME)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THURSDAY,
DECEMBER 27, 2018
3:19
POST MERIDIAN
“Boy
oh boy oh Uncle Billy Wonderful life BOY”; am I UNDER A MAJOR
MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL ASS DEATH SIEGE, AND THIS IS TWO
STRAIGHT CUNT HUFFING DAYS OF
THIS NOW SIR, AND KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, YO YO
YO YO!!!!
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WOW
is this pathetic chosen HUNTINGTON under the big ass guns
with death sky assaults, chemtrailing, poisonous vapors bringing me
death bowel assaults and diareah, kind sir, and TOTALLY VIOLATING MY
CIVIL RIGHTS, MY HUMAN RIGHTS, AND NOT TO MENTION MY HUNTINGTON
CONSTITUTIONAL MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS, SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO YO!!!!
Well,
there is a whole lot to mother fucking tell, folks, and since the
enemies and the HALLS FAWCES who control them; are so mother fucking
hellbent, on wiping out a pathetic, and totally innocent United
States citizen, who's done absolutely nothing ever to anyone; unlike
what they all have done to me, for about five straight cunt chewing
goddamn decades; I will now tell some things that put quite frankly
and totally politely; WILL CROSS OVER SOME
HUGE MOTHER FUCKING RED LINES, YO
YO YO YO!
First
off, I ran into a vely vely intelesting non Bob McDowell from Cooley
Hall high Hell character, and maybe this dude was put in my path by
them, or by those on my side of this great cosmic altercation, and as
always,who can ever really know such things as these save the angels
themselves, and their creators, which is a wild tale that would so
much interest and fascinate dudes such as the great and wonderful two
somewhat famous now television educators, those being, NYU's
Professor Michio Kaku and Mister
great author, David Childress!!!!
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This
dude works in a private capacity, and
not in any way for the County of Saint Lucie,
Florida, USA; and he is part of a
group who runs errands such as small food deliveries to
the poor and needy folks, around the holiday season, and other such
philanthropic duties. His pal knocked on my door twice now with a box
of foods, ranging from canned veggies
with far off expiry dates, nice turkey-stuffing
boxes, pinto beans, marshmallow
bags, and so forth. Today, his manager was in the common area,
talking to one of the tenants, while I was checking the mail that I
only go and check about once in five days or so; and we talked for a
moment after he had said good-buy to whom he was speaking with, and
we sat down at one of the tables, and I only had two minutes, as I
was going to my psych clinic, the Treasure
Coast Behavior Health Clinic of Vero Beach, Florida, on
US-Highway-1. But it was indeed long enough to
let him know a few interesting things, since he
said something mind blowing to me first, that literally
opened up the door for my then saying what I spoke to him. It seems
that he, along with a friend of his; both know a man who lives in the
next county over from me to the south, Martin County; and this man
gets a tone on his machine every time I post up
a blog at Google-Blogger; and he goes up and
prints it up. Then at meetings in his club, my blogs are
topics of conversation. This is a place similar to a lodge that my
late pal Mister Roth used to be a member of so many of, and this
lodge is very secret, as are Dave Roth's Masonic Lodge; only this
place is even more into things that pertain to the supernatural
and the ET-situation. They only stumbled onto me about two
months ago,but have now printed my older blogs back as far as about
early 2014, and they are still
working on getting all of them printed, all the way back to
Morianity's beginning in early January
somewhere, in the year of 2006, while I was residing at Jenny
Plageman's trailer Park, the Mullica Manor, in Mullica Township, New
Jersey, just east along Route-30, from world famous BERRYVILLE, also
known as (AKA) Hammonton. On top of this incredible stuff, me peeps,
and other wonderful great blogaudians out here, YO; he personally is,
as am I, a major fan of the great New-Age-Author, Mister
James Redfield, and the other two giants IMHO, Doctor
Bruce Goldberg, as well as Carlos
Castaneda. As most Blogaudians know only too darn well, James
Redfield is in total agreement with Morianity's concept that
synchronization allows otherwise hidden stories to be told and
realized throughout cosmos. Hidden by the way is merely another word
that means 'occult'. Ask any really knowledgeable English Major from
a great Ivy League University, and they will most definitely
corroborate this powerful yet fully accurate information, me folks,
and IPYT!
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I
will tell you more about this fellow in greater elucidation, but not
today on this blog. Still, he said that the group wants me to do
something that pertains to many things that Morianity discusses on
blogs. He said to go to four random blogs from anywhere in the past,
and scroll randomly down the Open-Office pages of them, and stop at
random as well, and without even looking at anything, paste in two
paragraphs and just keep going, from one blog to the next, four
times, and do not post up photos or diagrams or anything pictorial or
non-text material. Well, you want it,
you've GOT IT!
In
the middle of October, twelve years ago, Sheriff Mascara
sir; my friend Ed and I, went to a library in
Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey, one afternoon. I posted up a
blog from a computer there, saying that he and I were coming down
now, to Tennessee Avenue. This was the day where that crime was
committed on me by Robert McGuire, kind Sheriff. Why
is he allowed to destroy numerous automobiles that I drive? Why is
Paula allowed to RAPE ME, TORTURE ME, TRY TO RUN ME DOWN IN STORE
PARKING LOTS, and make my life an endless living hell, coming
to me in nightmares and dreams, singing her stupid garbage song to
me???????????????????? WHY? If I did these
things, you would put me into prison for the rest of my life,
Sheriff, AND YOU SHOULD!!!!
It began with
unbloggable shit. I will tell you that a huge ZEST SOAP BAR was
handed to me by the owner of Haddonwood Health Club or the dude who
was there in early AUGUST of 1996 right before it closed mysteriously
down on a dime without any reason. After grabbing it, Mickey the
lifeguard who I only know from this one particular universe out there
in hyperspace; shouted to me, “Hay King David, wash up you fat
slob”! Then as I stared at him, he charged over to me, and pushed
me into the pool. As I fell in, I realized I was in the deep end part
of it, and that no water was in it. I hit the bottom very hard and
heard my head crack completely open. I then got up and climbed out
and everyone was screaming and pointing at me, saying, “Look, he's
a zombie, he can't fucking die”. Then my old Maryland camp
counselor, NON RED-X MACK KAITER grabbed
me, shook me hard and chanted loud prayers at me, and then he threw
me in the pool, and this time, it had a normal amount of water in it.
I then found myself scrubbing up with this huge triple normal full
sized soap bar, and it was a ZEST bar, and I will not forget this
wild shit in seventeen million mother fucking years, I promise! When
I have a wild NIGHT, I just about always have a wild DAY that
follows. You might say that the parallel fuckign cunt event for this
to happen, is around 99%. WHAAAAAA!!!!!!
At
mother fucking 20 past ten this Monday morning, out she went while
switching from a Music Channel to The Weather Channel. POOF, out it
went and when I tried to call Comcast Cable Company, it won't go
through to fucking shit. Some shit about circuits being busy and the
first time the recorded messages came on saying that I did not dial
correctly, so which one was it, NSA-TRUMP mother fucking dirt hole
shit licker???
I
know that you tried to come to me yesterday, Lightning, my endless
love. Our love is like a flower, baby-blond; it only can grow!!!
Here
are the two recent YOUTUBE VIDEO LINKS, CLICK AND ENJOY IF YOU WANT,
AND LOG OFF IF YOU DON'T WANT, SAWN YOU, FOLKS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK
ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO.
Here
are some other very interesting video links to Youtube postings, for
those interested in my story, as most of these will connect what
Morianity is all about, in one way or another. Hay, if you're not
interested, that is your business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAVE
A VERY NICE DAY, PEOPLE.
Before
you have that real nice day, the submarine dreams at Highview were
all coming when I was going to the Haddonwood Swim Club, and they
were all over the near shoreline of Long Beach Island, not far north
of Atlantic City and Brigantine, in New jersey. But there was more to
those dreams, and it involved stuff way up here in this new present
time, and only recently have I been able to see the connection and
correlation between these events. More will be told later on this
topic, as it is a real good time now to say the word, and so I will,
like, *****W---O---W*****!!!!!!!!!
Recently,
I have picked up a new enemy jerk off on a motorcycle who tears by
the building and intentionally guns is bike illegally, just to annoy
and persecute me, it happens right at my point of hearing it the
worst, and I am planning to install a video system, a simple web-cam
to allow me to keep a continuous surveillance of the street outside,
and then take the prints into the police for a close up zoom of the
license plate, and demand that I want to file a complaint against
this WOMO ENEMY. His registration has to have a real human name, and
it won't be WOMO, unless by sheer coincidence, it is James Q. Womo,
and I doubt that will be the case. By the way, the nabes did some
door banging and loud talking out in the hall, and a little bit of
their subwoofer noise earlier today, as now it is ten minutes before
seven on this Thursday evening as I type on. Still, they were toned
down from their usual real loud annoying and uncouth partying norms.
Hellapukeyuk praise the SAR. In ancient Aramaic lingo, SAR means
LORD, and ESS means ah. This is why the name of Goddess is equal to
the name of Sarah, in Christianity of olden times of biblical
antiquity and even into BCE dates.
When
I was on Tennessee Avenue in the winter of 1997, I met Robert McGuire
for the first time, in my adult life. I know that I encountered him
at least once as a youth as well, and this is topic for later blogs.
Still, about just less than ten years later in the autumn of 2006,
while with Edward Lynch, AKA Ed Himacane, on my blogs; this man did
something that was right along the same lines of what he somehow did
to me when we met in 1997 when I went down to
ask some questions about the great Sarah Krassle. AS I SPEAK, A NASTY
LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL IS STRIKING ME AT TWO MINUTES PAST SEVEN THIS
EVENING, 12/20/12. I have had since just the first day of summer,
within a three percent tolerance of this figure, about 985 of these
attacks now, pretty much averaged with left verses right sides, with
a slight gain on the left side, reported just in case this bears out
to have some weird significance, shortly, or far into the future; so
it is now being recorded onto the blog legally, and permanently; and
this will not be a part that is edited. Let us keep moving on with
the topic of worm holes, Tennessee Avenue, the Ancient Astronaut
Theory Club, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, Tennessee Avenue in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, and great family overseer and director,
MISTER Robert Nonwaterhosedreams McGuire.
GLOBAL
AUDIENCE BY SHADE RATIO:
THE
END AND SMELLING REAL DARN BAD.
Whoremaster!
Check out Phillip Larkin’s poem This Be The Verse.
Thanks. 19/01/2010