ROACHES
ON STEROIDS, SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY FROM MOUNTAINPEN
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NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
FRIDAY,
NOVEMBER 22, 2019
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Sheriff
Mascara, my kind wonderful sir; do you know why I
absolutely know how some enemy filth bag prick is ILLEGALLY
AND INTENTIONALLY LOADING UP MY APARTMENT WITH ROACHES EVERY TIME
THAT I GO OUT ON LOCAL ERRANDS? The answer is quite simple as
well as indisputable, sir. But before I do go on; a dirty rotten
diseased 'BLACK HAT HACKER' FUCKING SCUMBALL HAS DISABLED
ME' SPELLCHECKER PROGRAM AGAIN, SO I NEED TO GO OFF LINE, AND
REBOOT UP, BEFORE I TELL YOU HOW I KNOW THIS FOR SURE, AND NO SIR, IT
IS 'NAUT' VIDEO SURVEILANCE, OR I WOULD BE IN YOUR OFFICE, AS WELL AS
IN THE LOCAL COURTHOUSE LATER TODAY, TO ACT AS A PLAINTIFF, WITH THE
HOUSING FUCKING AUTHORITY AS A DEFENDANT!!!! This is probably just
the beginning of some heavy fucking bullshit for me, kind Sheriff Ken
Mascara, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lots of nasty ass shit is happening over
the past several hours and is why I am still
awake, and now doing this damn blog! Anyway, Mike Soft's
Hellwrecker (SPELLCHECKER) system is back working again after my DAMN
Senator Sanders REBOOT! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! So to recapture the
moment by using the ol' “CAPPING-TECHNOLOGY”, do you know why I
absolutely know how some enemy filth bag prick is ILLEGALLY
AND INTENTIONALLY LOADING UP MY APARTMENT WITH ROACHES EVERY TIME
THAT I GO OUT ON LOCAL ERRANDS? Allow me to give you some
pretty damn hard hitting simple quick facts that if you disagree with
Sheriff sir, feel free to pweeeeeeeeeeze show me the error of me'
damn ways, as I think it speaks for itself and by the way the PHA
never got rid of that crooked maintenance dude who ILLEGALLY used his
passkey and opened the lock on my apartment door twice on the same
day just for kicks, and I blogged and told you this close to a year
ago when it happened. But nothing like this is what I will present,
merely whole logic. Never in all my years of life as Mark Mohr have I
had endless fucking filthy roaches until I moved into this subhuman
fucking public housing system. Not in the residence, and NEVER in my
car. Now how are they also GETTING INTO
MY PARKED AND LOCKED UP TIGHT CAR, SIR, unless some
paid off TRUMP-prick with master
keys to my type of vehicle, opens it up in the middle of the night,
and also THROWS A CAN OF FUCKING ROACHES INTO IT, AS THEY ARE DOING
TO MY APARTMENT, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???????? This is highly ILLEGAL ELDER
ABUSE AND CRIMINAL MISCHIEF WITH DECADES LONG LEGAL-PATTERN
PRIOR-BAD-ACTS PERSECUTION AND HARASSMENT ON ME, A TOTALLY FUCKIGN
CUNT ASS LEGAL CITIZEN OF THE GREAT UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!
This
first subject makes me also think of how fixed and totally rigged
this entire system is in the country now since I have grown up into
fucking adulthood abnd leaving the great and non-OZ powerful
Cooley-Fooley High Hell Hellwrecker HALL at the end of January of the
year 1973!!!!!!!!!! One day while living at the third and final ROBIN
HILL APARTMENTS place, #1102; I had been up for about an hour or less
and about ready to sit down to dinner, when a crash level low private
dirtbag airplane began buzz-harassing my apartment. I went to turn on
a small cassette tape recorder, and the second that I pushed the play
and record buttons to make a journal entry about the plane, the pilot
somehow got onto the fucking radio frequency of the machine and began
to speak through it, and he said, “I have a bomb and I may be
dropping it on that apartment down there”. Then whoever he was
speaking to also came on the same tape recorder and he said he was
Mountain Man and told him to, “go ahead and do it”. Then the
pilot responded back to him, “Hey Mountain Man, this is Dizzy Dee,
there will be a liud bang in a second”. This was the end of the
conversation and then the ILLEGAL PERSECUTING AIR VEHICLE AFTER
CIRCLING MY PLACE FOR TEN STRAIGHT MINUTES, FLEW RAPIDLY OFF AND
AWAY. I then took the tape over to my local Voorhees Township Police
Station and played it for them and told them what had happened. I
spoke first to Sergeant Smarzinski,
and later after that I was taken downstairs to the office of
Lieutenant Sakavich. I may be or
I may not be spelling these names correct, but Sheriff KJM sir, you
can certainly have your county boys verify my story, as this happened
on 10 January of 1990 at around dinner fucking time somewhere,
yo. I know that it is a crime to report a false thing to police and
authorities, and ever to blog this if it is not absolutely 100% real
and correct, me' wonderful awesome freaking kind sir! All that
happened after my talk with both these officers as well as playing
the tape, is that I was taken to the Cherry Hill Crisis Center, sort
of a preview of the coming attraction when I was taken there in
handcuffs in 2000, after reporting that I was being stalked by an
officer that I believed Frank Callio had put up to doing it, and this
was at the Winslow Police Station on south Route 73, just a mile or
two down the highway from my Blue Anchor home that I was renting
there shortly before Chester-Frank came there and rented a room to
help me out financially after the murder-death of my mother and of
course sir, I cannot prove in court that she or my pal David Roth
were murdered, BUT I ABSOLUTELY KNOW THAT THE
TRUMP-SPACEFORCE-MILITUFORCE INDEED MURDERED MY TWO CLOSEST PEOPLE IN
MY LIFE THEN!!!!!!!! Also kind sir, if you think for one
damn minute, Admiral Spock and Senator Sanders; that this was
the only great evidence of my persecution, taken to a place of
authority where I got completely screwed, and treated like shit, as
well as the bad guy rather than the damn victim; you'd be vely vely
much mistaken! Now for the conclusion on this second DAMN
supplemental blog before resuming later on with ANIKTIK-CH-19,
and for which I'm so well known by the great illustrious Library of
the Congress for saying, “HERE WE GOOOO”!
So
without “any Katy IK'S”, or any
other silly pronounceable abbreviations here folks; allow me to tell
you some details about my pal, Mister Mike Patterson of
Hollywood-Miami, Florida. As you know, in the final week of July, his
car screwed up and he has been without wheels ever since, 4
STRAIGHT MOTHER FUCKING MONTHS NOW. Before his car
blew up, he was going to pick me up and take me to the Miami
FIU Professor, and we were going to discuss promoting the
'Krystal's Ball' Project,
as well as the other idea that he claims over the telephone would not
be feasible in today's limited computer technology, and he is not
correct, as many things can be done with the present tech, and then
later on, it could be expanded. We all know damn ass well that Mark
Pukerturd and his Facebook, did not begin with all of the
features and bells and whistles that his site has now in these
present times. Things advance and grow as times keep improving the
methodology and technology of the world of computer science. That is
a basic quintessential “DUHHHHHHHHHH”. But without a face to face
meeting, you cannot get certain points across that easily, and this
is one of them. You need to be face to face. The HUNTINGTON CURSE and
those who carry out the needed steps that make it an endless fucking
nightmare reality around me, didn't want me to get a face to face
with the professor, and nothing was able to work. This is why THESE
FUCKING FAWCES broke Mike's car, but as with the ROACHES
being done to me, here is some wild additional fucking shit to gnaw
on; wonderful Sheriff Mascara,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! Before I met Mike here in fort Pierce during my
early times living here and working up at the Harvest Outreach Center
at 25th and Orange Avenue, he had lived here for a while,
but not that many years before I came down here and met him, he was
in the Miami area for years. He dealt with two mechanics who always
treated him good, and if I had been taping on the phone which I used
to do on my JOURNAL for decades back in Jersey, and is completely
ILLEGAL to do here in the RED STATE OF ROTTEN ASS FLORIDA, I would
have mountains and endless hours of recordings of mike saying only
terrific great things about these two mechanics, “Manny” and
“Nick”. I of course can absolutely completely and totally relate
to the sudden changing of people, when HALLS
FUCKING FAWCES need to MIND CONTROL THEM in order to fuck me up.
Why do I say, “FUCK ME UP”?
Well, two days before Mike's car blew up and left the man totally
fucking 'wheeless', he and I discussed NAUT ONLY picking me up here
in Fort Pierce so we could all three talk, me, him, and the
professor; BUT, 'BIG ASS BUTT', to quote
many of me' ol' 2006 and 2007 blogs; we also had an extremely serious
discussion on starting a small company and he would be the salesman
as he has had plenty of advertising experience from his earlier days,
and his last words to me before his DAMN car
blew up, Senator Bernie Sanders sir, was “I will be the
salesman and talk to people and push these things until we eventually
locate a social media 'influencer' who can bring us millions of
hits”. You see how things all endlessly fit together Sheriff that
endlessly endlessly endlessly fucking hurt me, and destroy every
single chance for me to ever escape
fucking total ROACH ASS POVERTY?????????? If you
cannot see the crime here, or what this diseased mother fucking
monster maniac Trump has done to me for forty years; then
you are no better than all the rest of Trump's cronies and fixers and
henchmen who've covertly ILLLLLLLLLLLLLEGALLY, wiped out an entire
mother fucking HUMAN LIFE, MINE, SIR, YO! Also if you still
doubt PARALLEL-EVENT (ICPE-APE-TECH) sir, you need to watch the damn
reruns at night of the fucking Impeachment inquiry. All the dates
match my hell, and also I have NAUT had an after summer time
AUTUMN-THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE anywhere near this fucking bad kind
sir, for DECADES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I cannot make you believe me for
one damn ass minute, kind great awesome sir!!!!!!!!!!
Now
the 19th DAMN chapter of ANIKTIK will be an off the dials
chapter that may come close to the maximum
8th
STAR RED ZONE on the Secrets-Thermometer-Scale (STS). I
only say this now, so the M2F can choose to back off shit and give me
a little period of quiet. If NAUT Mizz Blake, well, be ready for a
whole lot of peeps going the way of Sir Joe Paget!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON
ME DURING THIS NASTY DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT, AND
EARLY 2019 THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH ASSAULT
ON ME, WITH ALL MANNER OF ENDLESS PERSECUTIONS AND HARASSMENTS,
RESULTING FROM ILLEGAL ICPE-APE-TECH USAGE
FROM DONALD TRUMP;
on a crush-destruct order,
under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
ANY
PASTED IN POSTS WITH OWNER ©'s ON THEM, ARE THE SOLE PROPERTY OF THE
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Endless
mother fucking ROACHES are
impossible to get rid of in my cunt lapping
horrible apartment here, in this corrupt
Fort Pierce Public Housing system. This shithouse here is
more corrupt than Fred Trump's Queens, New York
PH junky dives, when the President was growing up. My upstairs
cunt lappers were hammering for an hour or more on my mother fucking
ceiling back earlier on Sunday morning, with absolutely no respect
for the cunt chewing sabbath, and more importantly; I am now doubting
what this dude in the fucking elevator said to me about the 707-NABES
above me, moving the hell out of here; as what maintenance assholes
work on SUNDAY'S for crying out loud,
and not FRO, you GASME-GAMER
GODS of the HA-HA-WHO Astral-Plane? I said it before and will
now take it a little further after a CAP-JOB reiteration, that during
the fucking 2001 bad time in America's history, and what we all
reference as “NINE-ELEVEN”
the day that the Towers fell in NYC; caused me a very
wonderful nice three week MAJOR
MILITUFORCE BACK OFF. So what exactly am I to think as far
as who is doing all of this to me since I cunt lapping left the
illustrious COOLEY FOOLEY HIGH HELL HALL, OF HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY,
at the end of January of 1973???????? just what would you be thinking
about all of this if you were me, and standing in my shoes; oh
wonderful SIR SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO??? I have nothing against anyone or
anything, BUTTTTT, I have every goddamn right to DESIRE TO NAUT BE
ENDLESSLY AND VICIOUSLY PERSECUTED!
Yes,
this is the worst fucking ROACH INFESTATION I
HAVE EVER HAD, and no amount of fucking RAID
CAN SPRAYING is ridding me of these
monstrous evil demonic filthy germy things; oh great and
awesome AMERICAN CIVIL
LIBERTIES UNION,
(ACLU) YO,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of that, I
have endless problems with MY COMCAST CABLE SERVICE, AND FOR THREE
STRAIGHT DAYS I HAVE HAD TO CALL THEM FOR SPECIAL HELP TO MAKE MY
FUCKING CUNT TV-SERVICE WORK, AS MY
PROMPT AND TIMELY PAYMENTS TO THEM ARE SUPPOSED TO GUARANTEE FOR ME,
ONLY, HA-HA-HA, AGAIN, FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN, YO ME' FUCKING
BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Also, there is a
QVC-Channel on the lineup that if they will not show me how to delete
and remove, I will switch over to Antenna-TV
service, and they will lose
my big monthly cable bill that I faithfully fucking pay. I go to
watch a channel at least four times every day now, and out of
nowhere, it switches to this QVC-3 Channel, and
sometimes it is Helen Wheels to
get it to go off, even when I go up one or two
channels or down one or two channels. This problem is only
escalating, Federal Communications Commission (FCC), ACLU, Federal
Trade Commission (FTC), Florida State Police, and any other
regulatory or Law Enforcement Authority out here within the reach of
the words and shout outs for help, from this goddamn mother fucking
blog of DOGTOWN!
I
may be a bit clueless here like ol' 1995 Sir Poolroy,
'BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT' and BUTTERCHEESE
BIG ASS BUTT but;
I do know that I ain't imagining any of this, and I had a pal named
Arthur Fucking Crane, who Paula King tried to murder that day at the
Super-Walmart Parking Lot in the summer of 1994 while I was residing
at the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, and who used to tell me three years
earlier, while we worked together at the Thompson Consumer
Electronics Plant, that used to be the Radio Corporation of America
(RCA), and I quote him verbatim here folks, and Sheriff Ken Mascara
sir; “Mark, you are imagining very little IF ANY of this shit
around you”.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
gimme' a buzz someday if you ever are reading these whittle bwogs,
Arthur, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
For
all I know Sheriff, you're just laughing at me too. How can I know,
to quote NYPD's fictional Detective Ray Curtis?
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I
AM UNDER A MAJOR THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE,
and
know I know why after a very careful perusal of the Impeachment
Inquiry. Parallel event is not only real and more mother fucking
dangerous than all of the atomic bombs in this world all going off,
but it will be punished in what mere mortals in their ignorance call
their 'after-life'. It
is absolutely FORBIDDEN to do what Trump has done to me since the
fucking nineteen-eighties.
Hey JAYJAY EVANS, what can I say, you ol' mustache twirler you? You,
me, and Hurricane smith, and I guess without mighty and awesome Sir
Sigmund Malyeska of Atlantic City, it would just be you and the
Hurricane, and definitely NAUT, Ed Lynch!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
huh Sir Chester-Frank, who most definitely knows who the hell he is,
placing him way ahead of most of the rest of us poor mere 'DAMN' ass
mortals, huh Senator Sanders? I also went to my local branch-store
Toronto Dominion Bank, AKA its abbreviated name, TD-BANK, to check on
some balances. Aniwho folks, lots of LOUD CAR STEREOS WERE BLASTING
ALL OVER AND AROUND ME, in an absolutely non-coincidental fashion.
Then when I drove back home to my non Patricia Hollister (PH)
Building here at 7th
Street and Avenue B, a tall African-American (AA) man, about six feet
one or two and medium build and age approximately in his thirties,
approached me and said, “Give
me your bag”.
I was holding my 'Publix-Bag', as they sell these bags for a dollar,
and where I had placed my candy and also a couple cans of Progressive
Soup, and I also keep my emergency phone for any automobile
breakdowns in that bag as well, along with my water bottle and the
mail that I had also just retrieved on my way out from the
Building-Community-Room. I ignored the dude and managed to safely get
into the building with my magnetic pass key, SHERIFF MASCARA, but I
am still shaky and upset by this rotten gangster assault, and
potentially
very bad shituation.
When I told the SO-CALLED
'CRIME-STOPPER' SECURITY MAN AT THE DESK,
here at this non-Patty-Hollister building, what had just happened to
me; he just ignores me, and won't do a damn
thing, Senator
Sanders.
When I first moved here, this place had two things that once I got
here, slowly were no longer available to me as a resident, and an
endlessly ON-TIME-RENT-PAYER HERE FOR GOING ON NINE FUCKING YEARS
NOW, COME EARLY 2020 SPRING TIME. One of those two things were video
camera surveillance, and the other thing were those great annual
POLICE LED INTERVIEWING OF TENANTS, where these fine officers would
ask us if we were having any problems with either GANGS,
(ol' buddy Sticks Larken), of that marvelous TV-show called
“LIVE-PD”,
or any other bad-guy related CRIME PROBLEMS. Now,
there is no more camera surveillance, and no more annual police
interviews.
The hell with poor little me, let me get mugged or eventually killed,
HUH WONDERFUL SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA,
OF FLORIDA'S 'HA-HA-HA' GREAT AND WONDERFUL SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, IN
THE MIGHTY AND ILLUSTRIOUS UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“AND
THAT'S JUST FUCKING REALITY”; MISTER DENNIS SNYDER.
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