The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 87

Back on Wednesday, Republican Senator Rand Paul made a great short speech that was aired on the C-Span Cable Network. I have shifted over and become Republican. Not that any party is perfect, but the Democrats have not lived up to being for the poor person, by my standards one little bit. If even a little effort is made to show me that they really mean what they used to stand for, I would perhaps recant. You go Mister Paul, I happen to like your dam politics 100%. If you stop and think about that horrible game up on the hill, sir, it is in their interest to have all those things you spoke of that need major reform, not be reformed. As long as the new world goes on the way it seemingly will now since the debacle of the late seventies put some really monstrous things into play; the pendulum that used to swing back and forth, may break before it has a chance this time to reverse itself. I feel this was very meticulously and carefully planned, as too many incredible and clever things just happens to all be woven into the new age political system, to not be intentionally created to work this way.

People can believe anything they want to. But unless they are mindless and brain-dead, they must admit that most of us believe stuff based on our own life experiences and personal stuff, way more than accepting something that simply does not fit into our own relatable store-house of personal life. This is why most of the time, we all fit into groups, from early middle school days right up to old age if we live that ling, and in these groups, are extremely judgmental over all the other ones around us. Whatever happened to the commercials on television telling us TO BE OURSELF, promoting individuality. Folks, if you really want an indicator of when the dictator-mentality is on another roll to rule and reign and control us, it is when the sociological controlling order does away with things like that, and cleverly begins promoting things about individuality being on the doorstep to national disloyalty, when in fact, this horse shit couldn't be further from the truth if it tried. Soon, it will not be legal to own patents and trademarks and copyrights, just watch, it is coming. Oh and not by might or legislators in big smoke filled cigar room up in DC-13-600 either. It will suddenly merely be affordable for only the great Kardashian's of the world, the privileged,

those who trump us with their wealth every single time; to ever have such things. Already, to have a decent home or car that is paid for or even close to being, is legally fixed for only these few one percent scum bag bottom feeder types. I wouldn't have anything bad to say about them, if I was not 100% positive that they are never satisfied to have their 99, but they will not rest until they also take my 1. THAT world, is my mother fuckiGN beef with the super wealthy and arrogant mother fuckiGN bastard ruling class. Oh and they destroyed the once great United States of America by the way. Even in Rockefeller's day, they were happy with their 99 out of the 100 pie. But thanks to Ronald dirtbag Reagan, things changed. Hostile takeovers and a million other things in the magic of Reaganomics, changed all of this in America, FOREVER.

Anyone who reads this needs to get a copy of Paul Rand's speech back on Wednesday, 22 April of 2015, 'Jones Day in Washington', from the re-aired C-Span Cable-TV Network.

All day long, those dirt bag GUEST-ILLEGALS are in and out of the JAMES-APARTMENT, annoying fucking ass me, with continuous slamming of doors. This started yesterday as told while blogging on my last prior blog. It was better for a short while, but ''HERE WE GO AGAIN” as the new kids in town would say so well, back in mother fucking late 1977 and into 1978.

Three weeks ago give or take a few days, things started up with those same guests of the GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS guessing game of the great SARAH KRASSLE from Pearl Harbor Day of 1996. Along with that, came two strange knocks at my door on back to back days. One was a guy who I never saw before asking me if his radio was annoying me as he likes to play it loud. The problem was that I heard no radio, no loud booming subs, no nothing Dorothy Oz, not now how! I told him so and politely shut my door and told him to have a nice day. Then on the following day, strange nabes tried to come into my place to sell me some life insurance. To see if it was legit or not, I said the one thing that just happens to be true, but would scare away any life insurance salesperson. I said you wouldn't want me as your client, I will be dead from cancer in a few months. They left me alone. Maybe it was legit. Who can ever know? I don't think I have throat cancer, but the dying part I know is true. I doubt I will last past summer time. WEEEEEEE, I couldn't be fuckiGN happier about that. Life for me always has sucked and stunk, times a thousand cubed!

You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THE DAY I HOLD OUT MY ARMS OR ANY HOPE FOR ANYTHING TO EVER GET BETTER FOR ME UNTIL I CAN BE LAID TO MOTHER FUCKING REST, WILL BE AN ICY COLD SUMMER IN MIAMI, FLORIDA. I PROMISE YOU THAT, (IPYT).

The death angel, Mortimer Mortino; is extremely mother fucking annoying, folks. Constant buzzing, left side, right side, it is totally mother fucking cunt ass relentless. Also, not that you could care less, A.G. Pam Bondi, and Sheriff Ken Mascara, ma'am abnd sir, but someone is really hacking my computer, HERE WE GO AGAIN, new kids in fucking town in 1978!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But I'm telling you it's gonna' be all right, in the morning light, huh Mister McKinnon, only we both know that this does not stop at Marcy and Robin, and we both also know, ol' freeen' that if I were to go on and tell all of the mind blowing shit of 08 and 09, I would be wearing not only Joe King's great kicks up my ass BRO, but maybe afterwards, I'd no longer need any trips to wonderful K-MART to shit my pants. How I will remember making my cuzz nuts as shit that day at his PLAZA. He made me nuts and wrecked my only car, huh Exploratron Jerry Texaco of Blucranville? So why not let Leticia Tilley make him a bit crazy back in the early autumn or late summer in 2009? You have all the goddess-dam answers, right CUZZ?????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and maybe just take out the 'W' letter for two nice EEEEEEE vowel sounds!!!!!!!!!!!! Back off me, bastards. Yes folks, between WFMU and WAYV, I am really being reamed and pummeled to hell, cubed. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, DEBRA MARATTO AND SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They're fucking mouse jumping me and font hacking me big time, old pal, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, and I don't happen to like this one fucking bit, or think it particularly ''intelesting''. To me it was just 1972 and we were there at the Cooley Hall. Too bad I will have to go through this shit with the Washcloth-Family (TAWF) of the ''Abductors From Ireland'' Club, in a quarter century, Bob ol' freeen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This cunt chewing fucking day is super BOTBAR. JANE FUCKING CUNT WHORE FONDA just nailed my pitiful fucking ass at page eleven of eleven, so let me put up my nice whittle compensation of number fives, YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!

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EVERY SINGLE MOTHER FUCKING DAY FOR ME IS TOTAL MOTHER FUCKING HELL. IF I WAS AN ANIMAL, I WOULD BE RELEASED FROM THIS MISERY AND PUT DOWN. BUT THAT IS TOO GOOD FOR HUMAN ME, SO SAYS THE LAWS. THEY JUST WANT TO TORTURE ME WORSE THAN A CONVICTED FELON ON DEATH ROW, AND SOMEHOW FEEL THIS IS OK. AND YOU ALL SALUTE A FLAG LIKE THAT. ALL I CAN SAY HERE IS, ''WOW''.

Earlier on my last short blog, I was going to discuss the nightmare, and then connect it to the EW and many of my EW/Mili-2-Force enemies, but why bother. Let them get their 500 points on the stock market and to hell with poor old frail fudged up pathetic little ass-me!!! But then I shortly thereafter went outside, INTO A WORSE NIGHTMARE WITH A DIRECT MAJOR ASSAULT ON ME BY THE MOTHER FUCKING MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!