SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF
3-5-2015
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Audience |
The Mountainpen won't be posting for a while, and
does not care who he may lose as his audience. Real persons who want
real truth will remain, and the dead wood will be burned up and
removed.
In
the great 1978 movie, SUPERMAN; Lex Luther may as well have been
talking to himself in that glorified dungeon he had all nicely fixed
up for himself. Tessmocker and the other side kick he had, would not
have grasped his concept, of the secrets being revealed in the
ingredients on a chewing gum wrapper, quoting him to the tee here, IF
THAT IS, one is able to perceive that even in this item, a code
indeed can tell so many things, and he was talking to a couple of
reptiles, or may as well have been. I too understand this, on that
level he was discussing, and am guilty, as was he, in this marvelous
show; of wasting effort and time, even thinking that others can get
these things. They cant. It is as simple as all that. Until my
Magnesonic kicks in and does something gigantic all over the world,
my enemies will go on fucking striking and hacking, and making me
klutz out, and messing with every single mother fuckiGN cunt huffing
piece of my life, humanly imaginable, and maybe inhumanly, by the
standards of pre-2008 and not getting the Lex Luther Wisdom (LLW).
Folks, there are a few locals here, who have told me some wild
fuckiGN things somewhat recently, both in actual words, and in ways
again, as with the LLW Syndrome. They glorify my rotten family way
too much, because they also love, as most do, for the gods only can
perceive the reasons for such nonsensical behavior and attitude,
other than weak-minds-control, the new age EW (Entertainment World).
By new age or the NAEW for short; I add in not just the nineteen
seventies view of this absurd rush to love and worship asshole
garbage celebrity people of theatre and music, you know, actors,
movie stars, rock stars, but today we also have many high end
politicians and athletes, all vying for the position of some type, of
this celebrity craze pie portion. My cousin Sandy marries a dude
whose cuzz is on TV every dam night after the CBS news. My daughter
who I knew not was even mine or there until 2008 rolled in is the
greatest pop diva of the planet, and I have numerous cousins on my
dad's side of the MOHR LINE in the trade in various categories of it;
and this still doesn't dam include my older world peeps, or my mom's
Aunt, the great reader of plays and pannamine actress, of old
original Hollywood. This is not bragging. The entire thing as with
most things, once was quite admirable and terrific, and has IMHO, all
gone the way of corruption, greed, Satanic evil and sin lust for
power and wealth and more, and I could on and on and on and
on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It all makes me totally and violently ill,
Misses Moldoff Nosepicker Educator from 1967 at the New Jersey HTH
School. Still, this is all being said to merely make a necessary
quick point, peeps. There are loads of great genuine talent in my
large family lineage stretching from both maternal and paternal
sources, back for generations, on my dad's side, to a cousin of a
great grandfather of his, Father Mohr, writer of the Christmas song
lyrics, 'Silent Night'. History says he had no cousins, but this is
because dear sweet bad luck charlie Father Mohr had a no-no
relationship with one of his night friends on his 'TO HELP' list, and
the problem is she was just too pretty, and she ended up helping him
into nearly a scandalous situation; and many
records were altered, doctored, and removed from history. But
my parents knew a bit of their personal history, and we don't care
what the mother fucking internet says about a lot of stuff, IPYT; as
we know the truths, Linda, Eric, and PP! Bob McDowell; this
is really getting on my mother fucking cunt last nerve, Chairman of
the FCC, and my great 1972 personal friend,
this fucking hacking is back worse than ever,
(WD-HACKS), (`~HACKS); and many other constant annoying fucking
hacking. Won't you please try and look
into this and prosecute these fucking rotten criminals for me, for
old dam times sake, Jesus fucking Christ Almighty
man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Long story made short on
Daddy-Mohr, he also co-wrote the music along with his music buddy. It
was a collaboration, so he did basically 75% of the song, 'Silent
night', and not just half as history proclaims.
Now
to finish out my point, and then not bother anyone online for a
while. They want to kill my blog, fine, that means they don't me give
them any more very fucking valuable information, and THAT, sir Lurch
Rottenberry Rockdroid, is indeed entirely their own personal fucking
cunt choice!!!
Misinformation,
disinformation; call it shit on a shingle for all I give a fucking
hoot-pollute, crying Native American from days gone by. It all works
out to a few simple things, and I am just going
to touch one of them right now, and then go off the grid until I am
in a more forgiving and less hating spirit. At least the 99%
of you out there, not in control over your life situation because you
are not super wealthy with a huge support group known officially of
course, as your co-world-owner-wealthy's; are under a mind-control so
powerful over the past 3-5 decades, and in an ever increasing
parabolic curve of hellish motive; and I am left to only congratulate
these powerful world owner/controllers, (the WOMO), because I would
be a jerk off squared, not to admit and concede that yes indeed, this
is the greatest military-type ops used in overall general citizenry
circles, with virtually 100% success, meaning few resistors and even
fewer that ever get onto it at all, and the few who some think are
getting onto it, just end up hooked in an altered way, by the same
power that corrupted those who they once fought so hard against, and
these would be folks such as Art Bell, Alex Jones, and these types,
that only want fame and fortune, just like those who they appear to
be in a power struggle contest with. And hey, this struggle was all
real. They just all along wanted to also become controllers in small
varied ways, and as they march closer to those goals, they forgot
what the real fights were all about, back in the true beginnings of
it all. This entire system is so great, that understanding it the way
that I do, causes me to absolutely marvel over it. I can hate it, and
marvel and slobber, all at the same time. Only real high brass
military folks, can normally grasp that mind set just described here.
This group has things so organized, they can fuck up a person's life,
mind, family, and much more, all possible parameters that life can
ever contain, and they can do it in advance, decades, even
generations. This is why since the eighties, a realer cornerstone was
turned than that 1967 shit that Mister CBN Pat Robertson used to
discuss on his Christian cassette tapes, that I was duplicating for
him, at the RPL Sound Studio, decades ago. This second turn in the
middle eighties, included the combining of a very unique blend of
normally never mixed things in the world of power-politics, that I
jokingly refer to sometimes with myself only, as the ''OTHER-PP''. In
any event; here is what I want to say and I will be quite quick about
it, but it will punch hard and knock some peeps down hard onto the
canvas. Read on if you don't mind the cosmic combo punches that are
indeed going to turn off your lights. As you know, 2008 was my third
year blogging, in a now 9+year long blogging project, that IMHO has
totally failed, as you can see by my ever declining monthly average
view count. Peeps want to fuckiGN use me but refuse to push me at all
and tell others to support me if in no other way than to join so I
don't look like a dork with one member, the other being faceless me,
and the third, well, the man said I was haunted back in 1980, so who
knows? I am telling you that late in 2007, my daughter's family got
together and decided to pull some real horrible shit that has ruined
my life. They all are total sociopaths, and could care less how they
wiped me out, when I was so already down and out and zonked to shit.
Recently I was told that this year and those that follow, are going
to come alive with a next stage of all of this, and that I will be as
always, powerless to do anything but participate in the already
pre-fixed interaction of it all. Even my Magnesonic is out of power
and not doing enough to really back these dirt bags fucking off of
me. They will never back off unless a huge super major strike hits
right here, super serious, and even then, it only buys me a very
short mother fuckiGN rest bit of time before their shit is right back
in my mother fuckiGN face again. What no one is able to see, in this
Lex Luther Chewing Gum Wrapper Universe Secrets deal here, is that my
strange mysterious medical condition from 1983 is all tied into this.
Lots of things are unraveling and coming apart and are about to get
exposed soon. There will be no way for a lot of my claims to be
rationally explained away. This just means that I will of course end
up disappearing in a landfill, or at best, on some secret military
base under a mother fucking mountain somewhere until I die. So what
happened when I gave the lab-tech a ride to that home of hellish
horror on that early 1984 afternoon? Well, why spill all of it when
my monthly count is in the cunt chewing seventeen-hundreds? If folks
really don't care, then who am I to try and make them? Eventually,
I'll get the guru over and do all I can within a budget, to build a
better and larger base of readers, and marketed to those who have
interests one way or another, in the stuff that I discuss, which are
numerous topics, yet topics that are not for the most part, things
that the average everyday squawk groups and boards are buzzing with.
But there is a market, and it is a little bigger than 50 or 100, or
even 500. Millions would be interested in what my blogs delve into,
some would gravitate towards this, some that, some the other thing,
but; BIG FUCKING ASS BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT; NONE OF THES EFOLKS HAVE ANY
WAY OF KNOWING MY BLOGS SO MUCH AS EXIST. Only a great web promotion
person can change this and it is not cheap. So I have to balance
trying to get a 10,000 daily readership, with how many thousands of
dollars I am able to spend on it. Right now, with about fourteen
dollars and change in my pocket, my normal average; this appears
somewhat difficult. But shit can happen, and that is why my very
favorite preacher is Joel Osteen. He is the mother fuckiGN most
upbeat great cool preacher on this planet, and I catch him every dam
ass week, and love the guy to death. Twinbay would fall madly in love
with that dude too. But my simple point is, anything can happen, and
although presently I am clueless to how I can get a great view count,
I intend to do all I can, to try, after going off grid and forgetting
about all this fuckiGN shit for a while Those who choose to abandon
me like Seabottom and the rest, hey, I follow biblical advice. I
just shake off the dust from my shoes in front of them, and walk on
away from them. I don't have any time for those who don't want to
hear my true story. There should be some type of a sharing thing
where smaller bloggers with less than a monthly page hit of 5000 or
so, all get together and at least click on and read quick highlights
of each others blogs each day. If a group of thirty people would do
this twice a day, spending two minutes on each, that would be an hour
by day and an hour by night, and yet there is another 1800 hits
monthly on all those blogs. That would change 1800 to 3600. Then why
not double it to 60 and 60, spending two lousy hours a day at it,
besides your other hour on doing your own blog. That is 1800 plus
1800 plus 1800, or 5400 monthly. At that rate, even casual readers
making up the non-grouped 1800 would start to see a growing blog for
the entire group, and might be more inclined then to buzz it around
on social media or even live to a friend here and there. Without
going ultra big and getting ridiculous, 5400
could double to close to ten thousand monthly views, or
about a million per decade. This
turns blogs into viable real entities,
and not fuckiGN pathetic jokes for
pathetic fuckiGN losers like poor twisted shit ass
Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!
Have
a nice life folks. I'll take a whittle 'VACA' now, and return to
this, after and if; I ever feel like it. I may only need a week or
two, who can know? Hey, nothing personal, but my dam family and my
dam enemies from NBC are really getting to be a major fuckiGN
life-drag, and I can't trudge on any longer without a rest from these
cunt lapping swine! I leave you with the fact that they started this,
and they ruined my whole life with this medical condition, and now
they expect me to leave it alone, sacrifice myself for their great
sakes, and jump into the deep fuckiGN blue sea. Well, put simply, it
ain't happening! Just that simple Mister Red Colorado Henningsen,
IPYT. Down to 10. It will be down to the canvas, for those who did
all of this to me all these fuckiGN ass decades, without a tid bit of
remorse or conscience. Yes, after a lifetime of beyond hell, I have
been left as sort of a byproduct, with quite an unusual gift,
although I don't call it that the way our gorgeous JLH-Ghost
Whisperer calls her 'gift'. Why Jen Washburn said to me, ''What
would it prove'', almost seems beyond nuts and absurd when I think
back on it today from five plus years here in south central eastern
Florida. It proved a lot in 1995 when Poolroy came over and watched
me like a hawk, and then had me do several tricks in the pool for a
lot more than his amusement. For some time I thought I had figured
out why the place shut down one day on a dime, quite mysteriously,
but I now think I was way off base. Something Steve McGinty said to
me over the telephone in the early autumn back in 1996 shortly after
moving into my Somerdale death house, and the closing of the
Haddonwood Swim Club, in reflection now; is totally blowing my
fuckiGN mind, all the way from Heredahellda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll
get into all of this and so much more, a week, maybe a month down the
line, when I am ready to reopen, and then use a market strategy that
lets those with the interests that these words are speaking about,
become known to those very folks. And you know what, be real, people.
If it costs too much to make that happen so that this fuckiGN blog
does not remain someone's idea of a fuckiGN stupid ass joke forever,
then I'll just wrap it all up and close it down, FOREVER. Better that
than be a dam eternal fuckiGN fool. Why not just have BOO call me
every month and allow me the privilege of fuckiGN bailing his b---k
ass out of county jail? I mean really, come on, YO!!!!!!!!!!! A fool
is a fool is a fool, right peeps??????
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THE TRUTHS, SO END FOR NOW!
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