I HATE COMPUTER
HACKERS
CHAPTER 004, A&B
SECTION
NOVEMBER
29, 2014,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 3:21
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 49 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, WIND CHILL IS 49.
DAILY
RANGE SO FAR, (H-52/L-49).
Yesterday
was errand day. I went to my pharmacy, to the Goodwill, and to the
Publix. There was no money saving at the grocery store as I only
needed some ice cream to tide me over until pay-time come next
Wednesday the third, the day before I begin the journey of my
sixties. I first got to live IN THE sixties a while ago, and now it
is time to live IN MY sixties, up here in late 2014. I was able to
purchase a few items that according to my research study, will or at
least should, medically act me my body in a similar way that my
medicine did that was removed from me by force and against my will,
by the EVIL EMPIRE NARQ SQUADS OF AMERICA in league with the NEW
WORLD ODOR-ORDER OF TOTAL POWER FOR THE 1% WEALTHIES. These DICTATORS
tell the rest of us 99%ers how we must live, play by play, and day by
day, until we rot away in the ground eventually!
So
I took care of purchasing the OTC stuff I need to hopefully when
taken all together, will pretty much simulate the medication that was
taken away from me by AMA and even larger forces I am quite sure, in
the NSA, and the EW. You can bunch all of this up of course, as the
GAP-ESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not that I mean all of them, but the group who
has been on me, since birth, for the most part, or said perhaps with
more accuracy, against me. Those shoulder tappers, mentioned on
earlier writings, on my life-long cosmic dance floor. I am quite sure
these bastards thought they would kill me with this most recent act
of covert aggression and terror, and yes; qualifying them in my book
as the epitome of total evil fucking terrorists; but again, little
'psych ward nobody me' is still breathing. I will be experimenting
over the course of the next thirty days or so, with varying dosages
of numerous combined things. I'll let them all know when 'I'm
down to ten', United States Copyright Office, Donald Trump,
Entertainment World (EW), and Wall Street Anticupi Club of Mark Wayne
Mohr. Better for one to perish than an entire nation. Well they say
this, but watch how fast they would 'reekuuz'
themselves from their club, member by member; if suddenly, they were
all me, and afflicted with this nightmare hellish situation, of
relentless demonic damnation. For some weird fucking reason, the
Microsucks Spellchecker will not spell that
word above properly, in single quotation marks. Hence, I now
spell it exactly as it would be pronounced, and I know that you all
know the word. Judges have to do this from time to time to avoid any
impropriety.
WOW!
Yes I made a mistake when I said Joanna and my lab-technician
daughter. I typed in 1979 and 1994, and obviously most of my viewers
know that was a typographical error on my part. It should have read
1979 for Joanna, and 1984 for my daughter. Where are you when I need
you, James New-Age Father Redfield; kind sir?????
Lots
of extra tall and spurious women were out and about on my errand path
yesterday. This goes hand in hand with sky siege. It was not too bad,
but some chemtrail action was going on off to my south when I first
went out, but lessened and dissipated away as the time passed on. I
can just as easily order the items from my computer and ship it to my
mailbox, pertaining to the OTC stuff, but cannot work the computer
yet well enough. I can fill a cart with items, but the Walgreen's
website does not show me how to bring the shopping to an end and
bring up the payment prompts for my ordering it. I would rather let
them do it anyway, as my computer is hacked and bugged, and not
trustworthy for using debit cards.
Nobody
wants to slowly choke to death or into a coma from where no escape
can be found, unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit
could escape my body permanently. This is why you all see me fighting
this time, first to research for homeopathic remedies and vitamins
and other substances inside the OTC system where no one can stop me
YET, from doing what I need to in order to survive a while longer.
Every day, the enemies are trying t make vitamins and all of the
stuff outside of AMA control, illegal without a doctor's permission
note, AKA a prescription. OTC is Over
The Counter,
for anyone who may not be aware of that fact. Eventually, I know I
will have to go to the MAYO CLINIC and get my thyroid gland removed.
If they observe me without medicating me at all over a week or longer
period, they will be able to feel how the Adams Apple under my chin,
and the entire under chin area; gets burning hot. Whatever the
Milituforce did to me on June 4, 1983 striking me down and ruining
my health for life, also stops the normal thyroid tests from showing
up as anything abnormal. Despite that, the endocrinologist that I
went to in New Jersey, Doctor M. Miller Bittle in the summer time in
1985 while living at Highview Apartments, the first of two times; had
me on something called Synthroid. As I speak now electronically, the
fuckiGN jerk off death angel struck me hard, buzzing and whining on
my left side something fuckiGN fierce, at exactly 4:02 AM. Back on
point, it worked great for several weeks and then started to lose its
effectiveness. Only a total removal of my thyroid gland is going to
allow me to escape three plus mother fuckiGN decades now, of
unimaginable, and excruciating physical torment, and torture. I had
a long talk with my health care people back on Wednesday, and you can
see where things got wild just by looking at Wednesday afternoon's
DOW JONES stock chart. Hopefully, some of you are printing them out,
as my high-tech leprechaun's alter it
continuously. Just yesterday, looking at the most recent chart for
Friday's trading session, a child can see how shit went down for me.
The air siege of chemtrails began and boom, the down-tick kept on
falling. But all the tall girls and hostility which normally goes
hand and hand, shot it right back into a bullish direction, making it
gain again, as it does every single day, and just as I told you all
for months and months, would be the case.
NO IT IS MOST DEFINITELY
''NOT'' EVER GOING TO DROP BACK DOWN; JUST GO UP AND UP AND UP AND UP
AND UP AND UP!
GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-
YOU KNOW I TOLDYA'!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
Believe
it or not, you can't live all that great with them, but you can't
live without them. Ever since humanity began to sleep and dream many
thousands of years ago, hyperspace travel began. Maybe your question
is answered now, lovely Sabrina Collins, as this indeed, is where it
all began.
Oh
yes, things are not one bit rosy with all of this, as no one will pay
for this treatment, and I was getting my meds free on my health care
plan. Now another 50 dollars monthly will go for treating this 1983
death blow condition. Still 50 dollars to keep from choking slowly
into an agonizing fucking coma, is well worth it. But I must keep a
reserve in a few years hidden and tucked away, as sooner or later,
they will stop these things too, I know this as sure as I sit here
typing on little black fuckiGN cunt keys. Before they do, I will have
to stock up on a large supply, and also figure out a way to store it
all so it lasts pasts the normal expiration date, as all these things
have shelf life, and normally two years maximum. Still, that amount
of time is enough to plan an escape to a far away place. It is being
caught suddenly off fucking guard that's a real killer, pardon my pun
folks, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
have to live in an eternal mother fucking military mind set when you
are under this death attack by these powerful world
owners/controllers, AKA the WOMO (World Owners/Mili-2-force). Maybe
that last sentence should read, that I do. You don't, and you really
need to be on your knees to whoever you pray to, in devout thanks and
humble attitude. You;ll never know what it's like to be fucking me,
and I know you never would want to. Forget the bumper stickers and
the old home boys of Camden, New Jersey back in 1987. I'm not trying
to be me, I AM 'FUCKIGN' ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!
Yes;
to all optimists, and gorgeous twin girls everywhere; from my cousin
Stacey-Alice, to folks thousands of miles away from Florida. I say
this now for all to hear and know, Elmer
Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every
mother fucker around here where I live, hates my cunt chewing total
guts, and I've never done a thing to anyone. This is the cunt lapping
fucking EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY
at work, I promise you that, my viewers, who for the most part know
that this is all true.
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz
Bondi.
THANK
YOU beautiful LIGHTNING,
for coming around and visiting your little boy back last Tuesday
night. You saw all the hell that I was going through, at the hands of
this evil wicked demonic satanic diabolical
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!! You are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA
ARTEEMIS;
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES, FROM 1983. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO
MUCH! Also a great big thank you shout out,
ESS-TRAVELERS-INTERDIGITAL COMMUNICATIONS CORPORATION, for all you
did. You don't ever have to admit it, but I know what's going
on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Without you, I would be living 500 years ago
in ignorance and utter fuckiGN stupidity. Bob Hope and I both, can
honestly say unto you wonderful peeps from this organization, “Thanks
for the memories”. Thank you for the great PRIVECODE MACHINE, DUDES
AND DUDDESSES OF IMMC FROM 1972. Hay, meet me back at my high school
in 1968. I have a tablet for you that will allow you to become the
great and powerful people you are now up here in the future. Just
don't invite Ballgame Nick and his friends.
HAY
MARCUS; ARE YOU STILL LETICIA TILLEY'S BITCH, YO??????
TELL
HER MARK SAID, “HAY GIRL” AND TO TELL MY KID TO EASE UP ON ME!
SHARKEY
FREAKING SAYS, YO,
OUCH-OUCH-OUCH,
I AM GONNA' TAKE A HUGE BITE OUT OF STUFF.
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AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR
FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but
only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend.
If
we don't fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking
every cent from us,
and
leave us at their doorstep, to be THEIR
TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES;
and I refuse to go back to the days of
slavery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LEAVE
ME THE FUCK ALONE; YOU ROTTEN WOMO-MILITUFORCE-TAWF!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
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