MORIANITY-2, JWC2, DAY 00017, BLOG-A

MORIANITY-2

JWC2, DAY 00017, BLOG-A

5:35 AM-EST here in Fort Pierce, Florida, blogger Mark Wayne Mohr, recording and reporting for the official record of Mountainpen and Morianity.

Here are the details of the eighteenth day of last December in 2012, a week before the New Year of 2013 began, when I had the young dude over here to help me post up the techno-pop song that was originally an old 1983 song, slightly altered with rewritten lyrical content, now titled, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, on the YOUTUBE, for a short while longer until two weeks from today when both my FACEBOOK and my YOUTUBE accounts, will be down forever, and mo more ME will ever be publicly displayed again on this silly fool tool, called INTERNET.

OK, you want it, you've got it. Here is what happened to me that day, and what has happened since, with this strange dude whose name is Dennis.

This young man of about twenty-three, give or take a couple years either way, was already at the local library, when I arrived and asked for some technical help with my problem, from library staff. It was as though he was just there for the purpose of my visit that day, and did not have anything that he really needed or wanted to do at his computer terminal. He overheard me talking to the tech support lady at his computer terminal near the upstairs reference desk, and just offered to help, on his terminal-time. When it was eventually ascertained that we could not make it work, not due to library filtering, but YOUTUBE/GOOGLE policy of not allowing post ups from public terminals, and more proof of prejudice against the poor people, as YOUTUBE is totally against all poor people that cannot pay them between 25 and 100 dollars A DAY for them to promote you on the fixed and what should be illegal game, as this was once considered to be, PAYOLA, in the music industry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I should know, coming from right outside and east of Philadelphia, the famous spot where PAYOLA was named for, as this is where it started decades ago, before it became cracked down on hard by many so-called governmental authorities, nut then the same thing goes on, just cleverly and covertly, as promoters who are hired by all the major recording labels, merely give material possessions, vacations, prizes, drugs, and I could say more, in exchange for boosting new material from major recording companies, up through the normal ranks of rotation. Well, the YOUTUB is absolutely the same, and not one bit different at all. It is all a GOOGLE advertising stunt, and a way gor them to make billions of dollars, for doing nothing but circulating your stuff to more sources, and even if you were to get a viral video, you don't get one cent back in return, for your many many thousand dollars of investment, and if this is not a crooked thing that should be stopped, I don't know what is, and I will be off these social garbage networking sites completely and forever, in two weeks from this very day, now Monday, as Ryan, will be taking it all down. The world had its chance to really know the greatest story ever told, a million times more powerful than Christianity, and I am not afraid to tell the TRUTH, as the truth can never get you into eternal trouble, merely Earthly Crucified. I don't worry about what the WOMO-MILITFUCE can do to my physical plane attached body, I ony concern myself with what some force can do to my endless existence, making that total hell, or a beautiful; heaven. The All Mighty GOOGLE admitted, that YOUTUBE is total PAY TO PLAY, and that once in music and entertainment circles was considered, a totally illegal operation, and should be again. There is no place on the entire internet, set up to judge real musical talent, and then if and as something rates well, it is circulated more, and as it slides down, circulated less. This is how your music world Billboard Charts operate, but no, not these new owners of everything, good old crooked GOOGLE and their avarice and greed for major massive endless wealth.

As for the FACEBOOK crap, peeps continually ask me to friend them that I do not know, yet if I do this, I am warned that this is strictly against policy and I have to go through a major series of agreement clicks that pull all the friend requests off. They can do it, and I cannot, FCC, so WHY, and my letter to you wil be in this afternoon's mailing system, old school pal, Bobby McDowell, of 1972. When things are not only not fair, but blatantly crooked and stacked against me to keep me from ever being able to use this new age social media, this in a legal argument, is attempted murder. If you cannot buy or sell, and in this new age, without being a part of all of this, you are left basically out in the cold, then that is ARGUABLY ATTEMPTED MURDER, and I will be making new case law, and spending lots of my time soon, at the local LWA LIBRARY, just down the frikkin street from our local regular library, right here in East Fort Pierce. Also, no one is willing to explain or tell me anything, or help me one tiny bit, and I am supposed to just know as though by total magic or mental osmosis, somehow, how all of this works, and what all of their all mighty rules and regulations are. Well, I will do you one better, I plan to sue GOOGLE within a year, for literally preventing me from telling my story to the world, and this is a blatant egregious violation of my FIRST AMMENDMENT CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS to freedom of speech, to indeed tell this story of my life, both in my writing texts, as well as in my corresponding musical writings as well.

Now, as for this strange man, who had the personality of a robot. He said very little, and once we left the apartment, and the song was posted up, he would not even speak to me, all the way back to the library where my car was parked, as we took his car from there to my place. He ignored me completely, and I knew that something was wrong. I did nothing or said nothing to prompt that weird action on his part, NOTHING. Still, we had exchanged telephone numbers back at the library previously, and so a week later I called him, and when he would not answer, I left a voicemail message that I would be at the Publix here in town where he works at, to pay him a short visit, and five him his ten dollar payment for helping me. I got there on the third, the day my SSD money was credited to my checking account, and he just about totally ignored me again, for no reason. He finally said, “I'll call you tonight”. He of course did not, and I would have bet big money that he would not. On the following day I called him to tell him I wanted to pay him what I owed him, and did not get his voicemail, but a special message blocking my number, saying that the customer is not taking calls, this is a blocking, I am pretty sure. Fine, be a prick, I was going to pay you ten dollars, but since you don't want the money, well, I can use it, BRO. For whatever reason, he wants nothing more to frikkin do with me, but the story does not end there, and far from it. You see L-4, while he was here, in fact he had just got into the apartment, and two minutes or less afterward, a knock on the door came, an African American male, about thirty years give or take, a large man, told me he is looking for some person, he gave a name, but at the time, it was of no interest to me so I admit to forgetting it, then he asked about another name and then a third name, and when I responded with three 'no' answers, he then said, “Do you live here”, right to me, right at my door, with me inside of my own apartment. I said that I did, and closed the door on him. I reported the incident to Debbie Morotto, and it's being looked into. I get a visitor over here, and shit immediately starts. Another CROW coincidence? I somehow really don't think so dudes and duddesses out here reading these words. Would you be buying into all of this fucking bullshit if it was all happening to you, and not just once or twice or thrice, but for nearly 30 mother fucking years now without let up, YO???????????????????????? I am making plans to leave Florida all together, but not for Mexico, as this I have come to learn from reliable sources that are not anyone else's business for right now, that my enemies, or the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, wants me to do just this, SO FORGET IT, I am going back home, to where I belong, that was home, this is HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never said my life back in cunt lapping New Jersey was heaven, not by a fucking ass long shot folks; but it wasn't total death-land Florida either, YO!

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Well peeps, it is past me' ol' frikkin whittle bed-time, YO. Keep doing shit to me, and I'll go on reporting it, forever!!!!

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