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It is 4:25 Post Meridian, on a late Thursday afternoon. The date is 17 December, 2015, and the temperature in Fort Pierce, Florida is holding at 82, humidity is a 74%, making it feel 88 degrees on the skin. The predicted low for tonight is 70 degrees, and Friday may even be hotter, as the feel-like-temps today in town hit or surpassed the ninety degree range. They call the city to the north of here, Vero Beach, and I have nicknamed it Oven Beach, and Fort Pierce is pretty much as bad, being only a dozen or less miles to the south, so basically in the same place on the state maps except for a few dots of space. WO-THAT, Mister Billy Harner from Pine Hill, New Jersey, up there on Eighth Avenue.

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KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL ® 1980

MARK WAYNE MOHR

PINK GODDESSES

MORNING LIGHTS

DESTRUCT SWITCHES

GARY MITCHELLS

AND CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS

Folks, you may always use the following link to take you to a location where you will be able to read my blogs (the BOM) in color, and that have all of the other things as well, such as photos, links, charts, and all sorts of cool freaking horse crap!!!!!!!!!

http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

Have yourselves a merry little day, all Merry's out there, and all else, YO! How can you worry about your dam job, Copyright examiners of 2008? I love you Eddie Green, you've got a dam heart, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

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GOOD-BYE, JANE FUCKING WHORE FONDA SLUT, YOU WITCH BITCH CUNT FACE BASTARD, YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mountainpen; along with the AG, and the Sheriff. And three out of three ain't bad at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To quote Diana, “Waterfalls are so awesome”.

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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

KEEP YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!

She used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz Donna Gaines Summer!

It's now 6:52 Post Meridian. I had a nice talk with Mikey, down in Hollywood, Florida; and now I am back doing this blog. This is why there is a time gap. It is still oppressively fucking hot as shit, just a dam week shy of Christmas, here in town, and is 78 with humidity of 82, and feels like 82, so GET THAT, in or out of school; wonderful awesome Merry!!!

I TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR, THE ABOVE PARAGRAPH IS TOTALLY 100% TRUE, THAT I AM THE AUTHOR OF THAT SONG, THAT I PAID FOR THAT ARRANGMENT THAT WAS STOLEN BY THE BEEGEE MUSIC GROUP IN 1980; AND THAT THIS ROTTEN ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, HAS GONE AFTER ME, AND RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE; AFTER THIS ALL HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mortal life takes a lot of getting used to, when you are totally aware of your existence, in both the void, and the plank. This mother fuckiGN dam ass spacing-hack is extremely fuckiGN ass annoying; YO folks!!!!!

“Help Me”, with that horrible monster Lenny McKinnon, oh wonderful arranger, Mister Tom Glenn, PWEEEEEEEEEEZE, and a huge ass JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, right lovely Twinbay, of Egg Harbor Township, up in No Joysey???????????????????????????

A GREAT PLACE TO SHOP; FOLKS!

But hey Sam; would my daughter have hung up if I had answered, and not been at your store that day, over at FBI-Agent Caruso's home, at 831 13^th Street, Hammonton, New Jersey, USA?

The world says that Mountainpen is fucking total looney-tunes. I know Theresa the great WFMU Listener thinks so, and I'd fight and die on any mother fucking battlefield on this planet, for her dam right to think this about me, as well as to express her opinion on line about it as well; so what do you think of that, Mister Chris Bennett?

WFMU’s Beware of the Blog

OH YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT HORRIBLE MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHAT A MONSTER. YEAH, THIS WHOLE THING WAS MY FAULT SINCE DAY ONE HUH, WELL, LIKE THE INMATES ALL SAY WHEN YOU ASK THEM IF ANY OF THEM ARE GUILTY OF THE CRIME THAT PUT THEM IN PRISON, “LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE”. So you can believe the liars, or you can believe me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)

Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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“The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”

I don’t think any existing recording device on this earth could have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December 12, 2006 at 02:42 AM

…the link for “Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…

Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December 12, 2006 at 04:01 AM

Sorry about that! I just fixed it.

Posted by: Listener Therese | December 12, 2006 at 09:02 AM

I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.

Posted by: Steve PMX | December 12, 2006 at 12:03 PM

Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him.

Posted by: K. | December 12, 2006 at 12:52 PM

Just sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot trying to walk?

Posted by: bartelby | December 12, 2006 at 11:14 PM

Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever experienced.

Posted by: Chris Arter | March 06, 2007 at 06:27 PM

I clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed.

Posted by: maledoro | August 07, 2007 at 06:54 AM

Aaah, very happy to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!

Posted by: Fairlight | September 22, 2008 at 02:34 PM

I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.

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http://mountainpen.wordpress.com/

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | February 24, 2009 at 05:04 PM

Hi. I got to this page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.

It was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.

When it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.

Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?

It’s been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one.

On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’

I’ve listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.

Thanks, for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net

Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM

This fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassle, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacey. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chemtrails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life guards and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.

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OH MOMMY DEAREST AND MOOMY DEAEST, TO QUOTE ROACHES BETTY HERE AT THE DAM DIN-DIN HOUR, YO; BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY, have HALLS FAWCES gone to town here to fucking screw up my entire life for 61 years as present-me, or Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

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1980

Oh baby is this world messed the fuck up:

Lock me away forever, in your lighthouse, great GODDESS OF PINK, MY ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe the ESS is all connected up with the great marvelous wonderful awesome entertainment world, and their Comcast system; all Mister Snyder's and high Flyers!

Show me the way to your heart; my wonderful LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS.

990-990-990-990-990-IWALU-IWALU-IWALU-IWALU-

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It began with the phone squealing battery box that AT&T provided me with, at 9:25 A.M yesterday. Then this evening around eight or so, my TV began cutting out on the right side again, and I had to rewire the shit again. I thought it was possibly because I pulled on a wire a tiny little bit, but I should know by mother fuckiGN now,never to give the MILITUFOCE-OTAMMITE ENEMIES the benefit of any doubt. It was them. Because a couple fuckiGN cunt hours after that, came by one electrical outlet quick black out, that somehow shuts my computer down even though I have a battery back up system that is working fine, all connected into it.

Now here is the mother fuckiGN cunt eating skinny on updates that go way beyond fucking cunt eating Microsoft Corporation. Every mother fuckiGN time the UTILITY PERSECUTION BEGINS, IT GOES ON FOR DAYS AND DAYS WITH ONE ATTACK AFTER THE OTHER!!!!!!!!!!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 3

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How does this mother fucking dirt bag enemy pull off this electrical and utility persecution with seemingly magical UFO-technology? Well, literally; the answer was the question, and the question was the answer. Only what some of you believe in, in so far as fucking UFO and aliens and Ufology related things, is the tip end ice cube off of the icy sub-planet Pluto. In fact, all of what the world thinks it fuckiGN knows on this topic, is so filled with cow shit, the entire Pacific Ocean would be filled up to the brim with that rotten stinky manure, if it was all placed there instead of the salt water. Until you want to believe me and understand even the smallest part of my mother fuckiGN Morianity, you'll all go on right straight to your graves, in pure unadulterated ignorance. This entire everything, all has to do with what Morianity has labeled the ESS. Advanced people, NOT ALIENS, are behind all of this, and they can create all these dam illusions for a billion years for all I care. I do know that there is technology in parallel universes that are way ahead of 2016, and just as they can come here, I can go there, and I have seen, and I have witnessed. Elmagnepulsaton Technology is not a quick 1-2-3 lesson, that I can teach. I can tell you that with enough power, and the technology; an entire army can suddenly drop dead, because their hearts will stop beating. I am given small amounts of this ET, and it can really flip flop the heart around. Some times, I believe they do kill me, and you all know that I have a habit of NOT REMAINING DEAD, after being killed. I know they created that entire Highlander show because of me and my personal life, and I know that the GAP US © Office knows this totally as well!!! If five large power plants were tied together, and with this one simple technology, just as they hit my one electrical outlet tonight, as well as my heart, with this ET; every single human being who needs a beating heart to go living, would drop dead. I have been the victim of this ET shit for thirty years, and the Copyright Office knows about the China Star, and how ''my heart was going'', even then; quote, end of mother fucking quote, back in cunt eating 1988. I almost got mother fuckiGN crashed right now after saying this on this blog, at Jane fucking whore Fonda 1:13, on this Thursday dick licking god dam fucking morning, on 17 December, of 2015.

Even leg charlie horses, all physical things in a human body; are part of a neurological structure system that is all inter-combined with electrical processes, both in the brain and body, by way of the human fuckiGN nervous system. Literally all sickness, and all physical maladies, from god dam fucking 'A' to 'Z', are caused by these sick mother fucking game playing type-3-exploratrons, of the demonic and satanic EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. Making people all around me, fuck with me, rip me off, hurt me, rob and steal from me, assault me, cause pain in my body, for my entire mother fuckiGN lifetime, all of this; is done by the dirt bag shit eating fucking ESS, also known as the MILITUFORCE BRIGGBASE CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, when they dream down into human life entities of the hyperspace, along with the rest of us who also do; only we have a disadvantage, because they are the ESS, and WE ARE NOT!!! To quote David Roth in early 1988, at the American Honda Security Gate-House, on Gaither Drive, in Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy; “These enemies have power, and we don't”! He shouted this very loudly in there, that early winter day that year, and the US Copyright Office has a copy of the dam fucking cunt ass cassette tape, to this very mother fuckiGN pussy chewing day!!!!!!!!

This is the worst HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY FUCKING ATTACK ON ME IN THE ENTIRE DECADE OF ALL THE HOLIDAYS IN IT, BEGINNING WITH NEW YEARS OF THE YEAR 2010, A COUPLE OF WEEKS AFTER I HAD COME DOWN HERE TO CUNT CHEWING FUCKING FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ever since this nightmare death hell began on August 15, 1986; HOLIDAY TIMES are twice as fuckiGN cunt horrible for me, as the rest of the days and times of the year, and this has been observed as an unmistakable truth around me, for thirty straight years now; BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, every once in a while, I get a real super mother fuckign LOOLOO, such as this CHRISTMAS-2015 fucking shit, and that nightfuckingmare THANKSGIVING-1989.

At 1:37 AM, I was cunt chewing fuckiGN crashed again, and I lost what I just said. Now I will have to tell it all over fucking cunt again, FBI and ACLU! I told that back at Jenny Plageman's mother fuckiGN trailer park, in Mullica Township, New Jersey; around the time when my blogs were just getting started; how one particular electrical receptacle (electric wall outlet), was hit by the mother fucking Milituforce, and power was totally wiped out, and this all happened during a PHILADELPHIA FLYERS HOCKEY GAME; in order for these evil pricks to score a win, which of course they did; and then the following day, the Milituforce got their evil empire way, with a soaring Dow Jones stock fucking cunt eating market! You mother fuckers at Microsucks need to get this shit stopped. I have a right to use this fuckiGN cunt eating computer. You have no mother fuckiGN right to be hacking me to death!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

KEEP YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

Lillian Erby said in late September of 1965, to Bobby Wirtz, at the Princeton, New Jersey crazy bird factory (the NJNPI), “Now who's got who”? Sooner or later, Magnesonic will strike back, and when it does, just find Mizz Erby, and ask her to quote you what she said to Bobby, within earshot of both myself, lots of attendants, and also; Wilson Jessup, Peter Hurley, Mark Minor, Gyle Washington, Andy Catania, Keith Murphy, Cheryl Deloach, Gretchen Weir, Alan Wolf, and several other youngsters whose names I cannot recall after half a dam century; but yes, just get Lillian Erby to recite her little spiel that she gave to Bobby Wirtz, after she had him in a frightening death chock hold. Christ, my first Lake-House experience, perhaps? I was standing right there when that big fourteen year old boy was practically dead, in the hands of giant lovely twelve year old Lillian. Maybe my Magnesonic is out of juice right now, but sooner or later, an eleven on the fuckiGN Richter Scale will sink California, and then you'll be sorry for fuckiGN with me this bad, you cunt lapping trash ass bastards from HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Within the past ten minutes, I have had both a right side and now I am getting a left side DEATH ANGEL ATTACK. It's now 2:03 this morning.

Oh yes, the great United States Copyright Office, when they put the order of my musical projects together on their web-page; that number 14 and 15, are the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet that I indeed wrote in that year, for my PINK GODDESS, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH, and just as seemingly was fucking predicted in Star Trek's great 1966 episode, called “Where no Man Has Gone Before”, when the character Gary Mitchell was telling the Walking Freezer Unit doctor who he later fell for, about the Canopious planet and the writer of the love sonnet, in the year 1996. The already existing REAL WORLD word Canopus is the closes word to this fictional planet's name. Vely intelesting, huff FCC Bob McDowell, and old 1972 Cooley-Wormhole Hall pal. Shit, YO!

IWALU PINK GODDESS, NO MATTER WHAT YOU AND YOUR ROTTEN FRIENDS DO TO ME, FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Give my best to Gary Mitchell, and Doctor Walking-Freezer-Unit Lovelyblond!!!!!!!!!!!

If this was a real world; some fuckiGN attorney, or somebody, would contact me; verify all my mother fucking shit, and then split the lawsuits that I legally deserve to pursue, on a 50/50 contingency!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is how I know that I died and went to fucking HELL, a very long fucking cunt ass time ago; you rotten mother fucking stinky ugly world!!!

The two rotten slobs that were involved along with Lenny McKinnon, in my musical affairs, first in the year 1980, and then 17 years later in the year 1997, were Malcolm Rosenberg and Stanley Bernstein. You have to admit that the odds are kind of high, that the two big last mass shootings had names of their areas that both were practically the names of these two men. I believe in symbolic things that most would dismiss as silly wastes of time, because I understand the power of tiny things, such as the world of the sub-atomic. When reality is broken down far enough, THESE THINGS MATTER! But for those who never cared about any real higher learning, you just go on wondering about how nutty the fuckign Mountainpen is. I say in my own defense, that if I am so inconsequential and merely a super fuckign nut job, then why is some organized force for half of a century, working triple fucking overtime to wipe out my entire life, 24-7-356.2422????????????

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Monday before the opening bell on Wall Crooked Satanic Evil Empire Street, I WAS HIT I was STRUCK WITH A HORRIBLE LEG CHARLIE-HORSE, NOT CHARLIE HOUSE TYPO ERROR FIVE MINUTES LATER, THE DOW JONES OPENED FOR THE DAY.

Tuesday, my nabes began an all day and night assault on me after a major weekend assault of loud drums, screaming bratty children and lots of slamming fucking doors. THIS BEGAN ON TUESDAY AGAIN, just around the time before THE OPENING BELL ON WALL STREET FOR THE DAY.

TODAY, WEDNESDAY, three hours and five minutes BEFORE WALL STREET'S OPENING SATANIC DEMONIC FUCKING CHEATING ICPE-APE BELL, again I WAS STRUCK HARD, with a super nasty mean UTILITY ASSAULT on me an dmy AT&T telephone battery back up box, that I am going to take off line and throw in the mother fuckiGN trash, Sheriff Mascara sir, and Governor Rick Scott, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Three times this week, after an already HARD-STRUCK weekend attack on me, which would have given their cheated diseased fuckiGN stock markets a huge gain via illegal covert black stealthy operations program----ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, I was then RE-STRUCK EACH MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CLIT HUFFING MORNING, RIGHT BEFORE OR SHORTLY BEFORE, THE OPENING MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BELL ON WALL STREET. AS I TOLD YOU ALL, AND YOU TOO LOVELY NINETIES 'FUCKIGN' SWEET GIANT GINA; THE MARKETS FLEW AND FLEW AND FLEW, ALL WEEK, EACH AND EVERY DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And we wonder why some smart global fucking citizens call this over capitalized crooked place, the EVIL EMPIRE!!! I think I may have started it on my blogs when they began back early into 2006, who can mother fuckign know? But one thing I do mother fuckign know, and that is I AM A VERY MOTHER FUCKING ANGRY OLD MAN, and it is only a matter of time, UNTIL I MOTHER FUCKING ACT OUT, IN WAYS THAT GO WAY BEYOND THIS BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Between these evil billionaire scum sucking fucking dirt bag capitalist swine-pigs and their in-the-pocket ''Political Washills'', as Morianity now so names and categorizes them, not that I am saying for one dam minute Admiral Spock Whales, that all of them are no good, and crooked; as this is not the truth, and many are OK, and are honest descent servants of the fucking people, YO!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!