WORST HACKING IN 7 YEARS, FBI AND FCC

MORIANITY-3-CHAPTER ll

Yesterday was a super mother fucking BOTBAR for me, and today is following with a nasty BOTBUR, not a good sign, when a fucking weekend is wiped out, or when real bad Saturday's and Sunday's are created for me by the enemy WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE.

The attack this weekend has totally fucking centered around the UTILITES. Every day, there are many fire alarms again, so far none today, but it is only four in the after fucking noon. New people moved in here obviously, who are unfamiliar with our shitty easy to set off smoke and fire detection system. If folks would maintain and properly clean their stove top burners, their ovens, and be sure that the kitchen fan above the cooking device remains on during all cooking operations, and would monitor their activities, not laying down where they may fall asleep, and so forth, this would be reduced to a very rare activity. But then I could create a lot of perfect-world scenarios. Bruce Pennock from his days as a boy in his late teens, would put things quite well right about now, it is not a perfect world nor can it ever be, for a very simple reason. We are far from perfect, and as he would have gone onto say in the early and middle seventies, we're all human.

Today, I went to turn on my Comcast TV, and I am not sure what is going on and who is playing games, but it worked just fine when I first activated it around 3, shortly after awakening from my late morning slumbers. Then suddenly after only seconds, it changed to all channels producing a screen saying 'This channel should be available shortly, and all giving the same reference code, and that is all that would appear on the television screen. When I called, they told me an outage is happening in my area, well, that too is a normal event, as Bruce also would agree, I am sure, if none of us are perfect, then our technology certainly isn't either, as we imperfect humans created it. Still, why is there an outage when it seemed to work just fine when I first activated the system? That is what I am finding difficult to totally buy into, and in lieu of the fact, that the computer attack was super mother fucking MAJOR, all day yesterday, an entire weekend, seemingly, of MAJOR ENEMY UTILITY ATTACK, and this kind of stuff is what I am forced to fucking suffer through and live with, every single time their evil fucking stock market is up at or around all time record cunt lapping highs, ever since this all began for me, in 1986, when 90%+ of the cock sucking time, their evil manipulated and cheated ICPE-APE markets, were indeed, on never ending mother fucking ALL TIMWE DAILY HIGHS, day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year, until the very end of the century and into this one, when their evil wicked momentum finally slowed down after nearly a decade and a half or so of absurd bullish non ending stock market rallying and gaining. Then the news press crooks who are the puppets of the billionaires naturally, for those too ignorant to put 2 and 2 together and get a 4, would tell us all on the world news, year after year, totally different and opposing stories as to why markets were up so high, or when they would rarely correct downward for very short periods, also, the reasons for that. But follow this carefully as I was doing as sort of a 'markets forced fan', and it was blatantly obvious to even the biggest fucking retards, that this was a lie and total fiction. One year, oil going up meant the markets going down, and many other so-called absolutes and constants. But when the market would go up and up and up forever, no matter what other stuff was going on, they would be forced to come out and change their fucking tune completely, and this would go right over peoples' head who were supposedly so smart and financially wise. It did not get past me however, and I saw right through all this demonic billionaire greed and filth and theft.

This all started in the summer of 1986 with me, and never looked back. When I first told the truth about deeper shit that I had begun remembering, after my last days in Jersey, and my early days here in Florida, folks seemed genuinely interested. You could type in KING NEBNOOSHOO, and get all sorts of information about my story, sanitized of course, but at least it was there and smart folks knew that where there was smoke, and no puns meant or should they in fact be; there was fire, and maybe even Dawn and McGuire, but for now, that's all neither 'hair' nor there, right lovely Donna Gaines? Now, the owners of the internet, and the ANTICHRIST ITSELF, the All Mighty GOOGLE, have literally shot me down. They refuse to allow me to post my videos on the YOUTUBE to different accounts,m as I have three channels, KING NEBNOOSHOO, PHILLY 57 HOCKEY STICKS, and PAULAKING2011. The only place where this song that has meant nothing but gargantuan trouble for me for about a solid mother fucking year now, called; “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, is at PAULAKING2011. When I try and post it to any other accounts by going to them, clicking the UPLOAD button, and attempting to add this song to these other channels, it always posts to the one and only one, paulaking2011. Finally, early this morning, the video was totally rejected by the YT for being a duplicate, and it should be rejected for being a duplicate, as this ass hole GOIOGLE YOUTUBE keeps insisting on putting it on only one of my three fucking cunt channels, and you can see it is up there about five times, with the railroad track cover scene, at that channel, paulaking2011. But early this coming week, I am going down to speak with the building security guard who has the graveyard shift, and who Debbie Morotto the Resident Manager, has informed me that he used to work for the DELL COMPUTER people, and he should be willing to try and help me for a few bucks after my February 3, 2013 disability money comes in, and if he cannot do anything, then he will be my witness, and will be subpenaed into court, when I file charges against the ALL MIGHTY ANTICHRIST GOOGLE FOR SANCTIONING MY RIGHT TO GET MY STORY OUT TO THE WORLD, MY TRUE AND POWERFUL REAL LIFE STORY, and not some Patterson fiction. I will go to court and I will have the local media all around, because I can produce real powerful shit that will not be able to be ignored, and once shit starts in this country, then try stopping it folks. My entire life has been destroyed by these offshoots of Robert McGuire and Sarah Callio, going all the way to crossed over bridges, and telephone taped daughters from long ago. Oh yes, will we be crossing over all bridges successfully, or end up drowned, on a famous bridge in Massachusetts? You all know that I am telling you a powerful bunch of truths, and admitted from the start, that I am doing my best to put a billion little puzzle pieces all together. You try doing better if you're all so Rubik Cube Einsteinian out here.

If you can do better, and see past the horizons that I've managed to reach from my best mountain top views, and fittingly so, well, why not help a dude out and contact me and tell me your greater version of fucking wisdom? First of all, there are two truths that appear to conflict, when really, if carefully observed and scrutinized correctly; they actually compliment each other. I speak of how I claim that enemies intentionally effecting my life negatively through continuous covert and stealthy attacks, 24-7-365.2422 for 25-50 years now, indeed brings down the force of personal luck and life in general gets darker and hellish as this process forever appears to unrelentingly fucking continue. Yet, on my worst as well as my best days, I would be first man at the gate, to come out and admit to anyone who wants to know, that there are constants that no amount of shit done to me by the PROJECT BLUEBOOK MILITUFORCE (IF) bastards, would vhange one tiny microscopic bit. If I were to jump off of a tall building or strike a person on the head with a huge plank or rock, the same reality would become the net result. If I did a mathematical calculation properly and correctly, 2+2 would always be 4, 50 times 30 would always be 1500, and the square or the square root of any number, would also remain exactly the same as well, and on and on I could go. There would still be one and only one number for PI, and it still would never come out to a totally exact diameter to circumference ratio to the closed curve (circle), and a square will never be a circle, nor will these shapes in geometry ever be a trapezoid or a triangle, and so forth. These are not changeable realities. On my best or worst day as far as my enemies attacking me are concerned, if I throw a brick through a store window in front of a police person, I am going to be arrested and jailed, and if I were to miraculously be handed the winning jackpot lottery ticket, it would win and the state would have to pay out to me the 800,000,000 dollars minus the taxes. This my fiends and friends is a part of the new roulette system that UI am not going to get into, at least not with life being this totally fucked up and dangerous for me, as it has been now all fucking century and millennium long. Some things will remain constants, but then there are all those other things that DO NOT REMAIN CONSTANTM, but rather, will indeed alter, as the OTAMMIC WEATHER alters. I have tracked this in my life since the middle eighties, and I really do feel and believe folks, that this is a long enough period where I can state with reasonable degrees of accuracy; that this is real, this works, and this monstrous shit is indeed being carried out by my ''IF'' ENEMIES, and has been the case, ever since this began for me in the early eighties, and worsened as these filthy rotten eighties progressed along into the nineties. For a quick example that is pertinent 100%+ to me right now this weekend, the markets ended up last week at record highs, up every single business day, up many hundreds of points on the week, and up thousands of points in this month and year of 20-lousy-13. This is not a good trhing, not for me, not for 99% of any of you reading this, and is only a good thing for the world owners who want nothing other than to totally control and own all of us, all of our lands and possessions, the whole mother fucking ball of 27 foot wax. Yes, that wonderful fucking electrical number of 3 cubed. I told the blogs how in when else, but middle 1984 somewhere, while living in a rented home owned by another Patterson family of Cinnaminson, New Jersey, at 1406 Highland Avenue; I had a powerful, what else is fucking new for me folks; ''DREAMING INTERACTION'', or nocturnal experience, where I was at the then existing Atlantic City, GOLDEN NUGGET HOTEL AND CASINO, and a storm came up, and LIGHTNING came right down onto the roulette table where I was sitting at and playing, and went right through the number RED-ODD-27. Then her adorable voice that only the copyright Office has, really humanly SSJKK at two years of age via the original internet telephone system of the Ingrid Very Old Club; and she spoke the unforgettable Nat 'King' Cole words to me, that went, I am number 27, little boy, that is my number, I AM the electron, or what you call electricity and lightning. It is a slight paraphrase, as the precise words are dam close to this, but are forgotten now, and the tapes I had once where I reported for my TAPED LIFE JOURNAL, are of course, all now cleverly removed from me, by the KI*NG family, very distant cousins of my wonderful kid, but still, cousins. They did not want me having records of these things, any more than YOUTUBE wants me to have the few things left that I did manage to get down here with me to fucking Florida, lovely full moons and all, both now, and a couple months from now, or should I say in an adorable voice too cute to humanly imagine, copyright Office, ''I KNOW''?????????? I am unable to resist the temptation any longer, so sorry folks, and Mister Japanese Ambassador, W----O----W!

Isn't there anything you can do to help me, Fred Hinger, Derrijo of Cherry Hill, Mirrors Craig, and others out here and they all know who they are? Why do you leave me here to suffer endless fucking cunt torment and everlasting burning cock licking hell, why, why Jimmy why, secret Bohemian diner meetings and all, just tell me frikkin why!

 

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