MORIANITY
2
JWC2,
DAY 00035, BLOG-A
My
days of internet and blogging will also be over shortly after
I get my YOUTUBE garbage down. It is a total waste of time,
when I am being sanctioned by the ANTICHRIST, and the PROJECT
BLUEBOOK PEOPLE. I refuse to waste my time, when I can just drive to
Mexico, and get the fucking hell out of this hell and misery, once
and for all; and refuse to play this monstrous mother fucking game,
with these sick and twisted despicable people out here. You poor
pathetic losers. Keep on believing I'm just a crackpot, and that this
concept of your antichrist is an actual single personality, such as
you see in those religious films on religious channels on TV, when
really, it is G---O---O---G---L---E.
Ever
since 1997 when Fred Winstein helped me to some degree, to buy a
computer, where he worked over at Radio Shack; and helped me set it
up, along with his pal, another employee from his store, named
Mirrors Craig; the man with two faces, and we need not touch this
piece of hell right now; but way back then; he could not understand
why nothing ever works for me on a computer, such as for one example,
when I attempted to download 'Firefox' last night as my default
browser, and it does not work today at all, even though the little
ball icon is up on the screen as it was last night.
This
no more started happening around me in 2007, 1997, 1987, 1977, or
even 1967, shortly after meeting Sarah
Krassle,
'humanly', as SARAH; for the first time in late June of 1965, on
Tennessee Avenue, of Atlantic City. No, this has been going
on with the Huntington fucking family,
for over 2000 years, right around the time that the Popes knew that
only certain things could dare to be put into the religious record,
while other Bluebook Truths, needed to not only remain out of it
forever, along with roof pushes, strong frog changes, and drowned
girlfriends; and lots more Bluebook nightmares, I am quite sure; but
still, I thought it fitting to see what just might happen, should I
try and add fire brooms, and fire foxes, into the mix; and especially
in lieu of nosy Mister Donald, sticking it where it doesn't fucking
belong. Go ahead you sick old bitch, buy the Times, buy TIME ITSELF
if you think it can erase a life of devil worship, but your end is
right around the corner, as is WFMU, and WAYV; and for that matter,
all of the entire sick twisted evil demonic shit all over this mother
fucking planet. It is very soon about to be burned up and endlessly
destroyed. It may not fall into your conscious mind illusion for
thousands, millions, maybe billions of years, but I have seen this
world, all charred to ash, with a glowing humongous red star that
once was our loving son, scorching the entire inner solar system, and
this is your fate, all of you, and you will rot and burn in endless
fiery hell, you sick dirty rotten mother fucking jerk offs.
So
you just go on hurting me and hating me all you want, and you too
Mister Potter's employee, and you too, Charles Delaware Tate. See you
all in hell, to quote my grandmother, to her own daughter, after her
daughter murdered her, and she lay on the bathroom floor, bleeding
out, back in either late 1964, or the end of 1963, somewhere, on
Ranstead Street, in the slums of Philadelphia. My very mentally
disturbed aunt was forcing her mom to tell where she had hidden her
pills, and my granny wouldn't fork them over, as she knew that more
pills would make her worse, either way, daughter killed mother. My
family is loaded with tragedies like this one, as with the one in
Braintree, Massachusetts back around early in February of 1948, when
my cousin, Arthur Huntington, son of Herbert, murdered his wife and
mother in law in their sleep in the house, and then went into the
basement and strung himself up with a fucking cunt lapping nasty
noose. 'AGHGHGHAHCKCK', well, if he did it right and snapped his
neck, he did not have to choke and suffer, any more than did his wife
and her mother, my Aunt Alice and great aunt Rebecca or 'whatever'
her name was, Congressman.
When
you come from a wonderful family like mine, and then come to learn
that in each generation, someone not given an option or choice in the
matter whatsoever, is forced to do a cosmic Dark Shadows Morgan
Collins, and become the CURSED
HUNTINGTON, well,
now you know why I wonder if another OJ trial is not around the
corner. This is why I plan to get all my YOUTUBE stuff down, as I
should not have tape recorded my daughter as a teenager in the first
place, over the telephone, and also, I should not have posted those
projects up without asking her for permission first. So to prevent
another huge family 'incident' to put it delicately, I am pulling
everything off, and not allowing ANTICHRIST GOOGLE to influence my
mind through their powers of ETTOS or the PAWM-PIE, to ever again use
any of their social media bull shit junk. You missed me today
Janeyslut.
How
would you put that now, Mike McNulty, old pal; working at the CFS
Printing Plant of 1971, 'AHA-AHA-AHA'????????
I
am left to understand one fact better than any other, well, really
two of them. First, my curse is unbreakable and is worse than
anybody's present maxed out concept of eternal hell. Second, it is
all just a game, being played by a wild teenage girl, by the name of
Sarah Krassle, the great All Mighty 363, and not always, such a real
good girl, but I suppose, she tries, so i'll give her that much, huh
Bobby McGuire. Have you ruined anyone else's property or lit anything
up????????????????????????????????????????
END
TRANSMISSION, E.T.,
END TRANNY GRANNY,
ETC, ETC.
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