THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,

CHAPTER 1

All mother fucking day today, my asshole fucking nabes across from me in unit #608 and their ILLEGAL COUSINS, have been cleaning some furniture out in the hallway and slamming their goddamn door, in and out with this shit, OVER AND OVER, ALL DAY LONG, YO YO YO YO, and I know that Donald Trump has paid them off to do it, or threatened them to do it, whatever which way it needs to be done for this mother fucking horrendous criminal monster, who has been doing ALL OF THESE THINGS TO ME NOW SINCE THE MIDDLE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES WERE HERE, YO YO YO YO SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5:18 POST MERIDIAN

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON

29 JANUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Every single fucking day since last summer, Trump has screwed with me using his world famous magic trickery that he learned from me at his Castle Casino in the summer of 1986 when his henchmen asked me what system I was using while playing roulette, and I was foolish enough to tell them a small bit about “PARALLEL EVENT”! The only time that I had a small back-off from Trump's DEATH PERSECUTION ON ME, since last July, when he struck my car, and AGAIN fucked with that goddamn catalytic converter switch that he and his henchmen-mob have done now four times since living here in Fort Pierce; was when his DEFENSE TEAM needed to prepare to defend this monster MILITUFORCE crook in the United States Senate, after wonderful awesome Mizz Nancy Pelosi brought those two great Articles of Impeachment over to this governmental body of one hundred legislators, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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No pirate jokes from Gloucester City, please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark, shark, shark” , oh wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth, of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!

But I will holler out for some damn help to my County Sheriff to the left of me, and my State Attorney General to the right of me, leaving this poor pitiful pathetic elderly stealer's wheel clown face fool right smack dab in the middle, along with perhaps Lamont Sanford's Aunt Esther and her fish eyed 'other' fools, spoken of so often in that great and marvelous television sitcom show with REDD FOXX, known as 'SANFORD & SON'!

Also, I will remind everybody how a bunch of trick or treaters back in 1975, tagging along with their little friend 'Merry', and supervised by Patty H. Hollister H., and without the final 'H' for another few years yet; even if my mother wishes to scream at me for continuing to refer to her as HOLLISTER, since my mom wouldn't know what to do with herself if she couldn't find fault with, endlessly criticize, and complain about her only son, who never smoked, drank, took any drugs ever unless legally and medically prescribed by an authorized physician; so I proclaim here and now to this Earth-Planet, “LET HER YELL & HOLLER @ ME 4 CRYIN' OUT DAMN LOUD, YO”!!!!!!! But yes, according to lovely Patricia HHH; one elderly lady such as around my age today, up here in this PHOTON-PROJECTION, observed one of the little boys in this Halloween groupation, and she said to him while noticing his amazing looking pirate costume, “Sonny, where's your buccaneers”? This little squirt responded back to heredahelda and to HER, oh wonderful 'future' Microsoft Corporation, that perhaps was ahead of all of the curves; “They're under me' buckin' hat, lady”!!!!!!! Patty of course nearly died, or at least that was what me' adorable whittle mommy told me the following week, when the two of them spoke at her office, in the early first week of the “TRICKY-MONTH”!!!!!! McNulty would put it quite well I suppose, right about here, would he not, ME' BLOGAUDIANS; with his now globally quite known, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”?

So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

CUM-PUKE-HER HACKING is off the fucking cunt scales MAJOR AGAIN, FBI, ACLU, SHERIFF KJM, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, and LOCAL FORT PIERCE PEEDEE AND CHIEF DIANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somehow quite Potter-magically, the MILITUFORCE has managed to really fuck up me' computer-mouse, and not only electronically with digital data hacks, but somehow interfacing even mechanically so that the clicking operations are malfunctioning and somehow are in a perfect duo tandem effect with each other, just as they used to do with analogue tape recording machines, both electronic as well as corresponding fucking mechanical hacking, somehow miraculously achieved in ways that go beyond even PROJECT BLUEBOOK shit!!!!!!!!!!! No known hacker can screw with the mechanical operations of a machine by any science I am privy fucking to. Just as all day long, these pricks in unit 608 won't cock sucking quit slamming their doors, and I know that they are SOMEHOW BEING TOLD AND OR FORCED TO DO THESE THINGS TO ME AT CERTAIN EXACT TIMES!!!!! BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT, speaking of Project Bluebook, I now know at least some of the reasons that my COMCAST TV SERVICE WAS HACKED AND FUCKED WITH LAST NIGHT at around 10 when the History Channel was airing episode number 2 of the BLUEBOOK SHOW'S SECOND SEASON, based on the re-viewing of the show at two in the morning. I was able to catch a later rerun of the very same show on the great HISTORY-CHANNEL, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things I heard spoken were obviously NAUT things that TRUMPS-PEEPS (M2F-SPACEFORCE) did NAUT want for me to listen to last goddamn ass night, ME BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA. HA-HA-HA-HA.

HA-HA-HA-HA. HA-HA-HA-HA.

The (`~HACK) is also getting quite bad again for the past several mother sucking days, Sheriff sir, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes folks, this is no new fucking news to me whatsoever, NAUT 1 TINY ASS BIT, YO! As soon as the short back off period went on maybe close to a week, I knew it was GONNA' BE RIGHT BACK TO FUCKING CUNT EATING BIZZ AS USUAL, just as soon as TRUMP'S HENCHMEN TEAM were all done defending him in the U.S. SENATE, and were again free to go back to FUCKING PERSECUTING POOR INNOCENT MISTER MOUNTAINPEN, (ME)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THURSDAY, DECEMBER 27, 2018

3:19 POST MERIDIAN

“Boy oh boy oh Uncle Billy Wonderful life BOY”; am I UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL ASS DEATH SIEGE, AND THIS IS TWO STRAIGHT CUNT HUFFING DAYS OF THIS NOW SIR, AND KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, YO YO YO YO!!!!

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WOW is this pathetic chosen HUNTINGTON under the big ass guns with death sky assaults, chemtrailing, poisonous vapors bringing me death bowel assaults and diareah, kind sir, and TOTALLY VIOLATING MY CIVIL RIGHTS, MY HUMAN RIGHTS, AND NOT TO MENTION MY HUNTINGTON CONSTITUTIONAL MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS, SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO YO!!!!

Well, there is a whole lot to mother fucking tell, folks, and since the enemies and the HALLS FAWCES who control them; are so mother fucking hellbent, on wiping out a pathetic, and totally innocent United States citizen, who's done absolutely nothing ever to anyone; unlike what they all have done to me, for about five straight cunt chewing goddamn decades; I will now tell some things that put quite frankly and totally politely; WILL CROSS OVER SOME HUGE MOTHER FUCKING RED LINES, YO YO YO YO!

First off, I ran into a vely vely intelesting non Bob McDowell from Cooley Hall high Hell character, and maybe this dude was put in my path by them, or by those on my side of this great cosmic altercation, and as always,who can ever really know such things as these save the angels themselves, and their creators, which is a wild tale that would so much interest and fascinate dudes such as the great and wonderful two somewhat famous now television educators, those being, NYU's Professor Michio Kaku and Mister great author, David Childress!!!!

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This dude works in a private capacity, and not in any way for the County of Saint Lucie, Florida, USA; and he is part of a group who runs errands such as small food deliveries to the poor and needy folks, around the holiday season, and other such philanthropic duties. His pal knocked on my door twice now with a box of foods, ranging from canned veggies with far off expiry dates, nice turkey-stuffing boxes, pinto beans, marshmallow bags, and so forth. Today, his manager was in the common area, talking to one of the tenants, while I was checking the mail that I only go and check about once in five days or so; and we talked for a moment after he had said good-buy to whom he was speaking with, and we sat down at one of the tables, and I only had two minutes, as I was going to my psych clinic, the Treasure Coast Behavior Health Clinic of Vero Beach, Florida, on US-Highway-1. But it was indeed long enough to let him know a few interesting things, since he said something mind blowing to me first, that literally opened up the door for my then saying what I spoke to him. It seems that he, along with a friend of his; both know a man who lives in the next county over from me to the south, Martin County; and this man gets a tone on his machine every time I post up a blog at Google-Blogger; and he goes up and prints it up. Then at meetings in his club, my blogs are topics of conversation. This is a place similar to a lodge that my late pal Mister Roth used to be a member of so many of, and this lodge is very secret, as are Dave Roth's Masonic Lodge; only this place is even more into things that pertain to the supernatural and the ET-situation. They only stumbled onto me about two months ago,but have now printed my older blogs back as far as about early 2014, and they are still working on getting all of them printed, all the way back to Morianity's beginning in early January somewhere, in the year of 2006, while I was residing at Jenny Plageman's trailer Park, the Mullica Manor, in Mullica Township, New Jersey, just east along Route-30, from world famous BERRYVILLE, also known as (AKA) Hammonton. On top of this incredible stuff, me peeps, and other wonderful great blogaudians out here, YO; he personally is, as am I, a major fan of the great New-Age-Author, Mister James Redfield, and the other two giants IMHO, Doctor Bruce Goldberg, as well as Carlos Castaneda. As most Blogaudians know only too darn well, James Redfield is in total agreement with Morianity's concept that synchronization allows otherwise hidden stories to be told and realized throughout cosmos. Hidden by the way is merely another word that means 'occult'. Ask any really knowledgeable English Major from a great Ivy League University, and they will most definitely corroborate this powerful yet fully accurate information, me folks, and IPYT!

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I will tell you more about this fellow in greater elucidation, but not today on this blog. Still, he said that the group wants me to do something that pertains to many things that Morianity discusses on blogs. He said to go to four random blogs from anywhere in the past, and scroll randomly down the Open-Office pages of them, and stop at random as well, and without even looking at anything, paste in two paragraphs and just keep going, from one blog to the next, four times, and do not post up photos or diagrams or anything pictorial or non-text material. Well, you want it, you've GOT IT!

In the middle of October, twelve years ago, Sheriff Mascara sir; my friend Ed and I, went to a library in Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey, one afternoon. I posted up a blog from a computer there, saying that he and I were coming down now, to Tennessee Avenue. This was the day where that crime was committed on me by Robert McGuire, kind Sheriff. Why is he allowed to destroy numerous automobiles that I drive? Why is Paula allowed to RAPE ME, TORTURE ME, TRY TO RUN ME DOWN IN STORE PARKING LOTS, and make my life an endless living hell, coming to me in nightmares and dreams, singing her stupid garbage song to me???????????????????? WHY? If I did these things, you would put me into prison for the rest of my life, Sheriff, AND YOU SHOULD!!!!

It began with unbloggable shit. I will tell you that a huge ZEST SOAP BAR was handed to me by the owner of Haddonwood Health Club or the dude who was there in early AUGUST of 1996 right before it closed mysteriously down on a dime without any reason. After grabbing it, Mickey the lifeguard who I only know from this one particular universe out there in hyperspace; shouted to me, “Hay King David, wash up you fat slob”! Then as I stared at him, he charged over to me, and pushed me into the pool. As I fell in, I realized I was in the deep end part of it, and that no water was in it. I hit the bottom very hard and heard my head crack completely open. I then got up and climbed out and everyone was screaming and pointing at me, saying, “Look, he's a zombie, he can't fucking die”. Then my old Maryland camp counselor, NON RED-X MACK KAITER grabbed me, shook me hard and chanted loud prayers at me, and then he threw me in the pool, and this time, it had a normal amount of water in it. I then found myself scrubbing up with this huge triple normal full sized soap bar, and it was a ZEST bar, and I will not forget this wild shit in seventeen million mother fucking years, I promise! When I have a wild NIGHT, I just about always have a wild DAY that follows. You might say that the parallel fuckign cunt event for this to happen, is around 99%. WHAAAAAA!!!!!!

At mother fucking 20 past ten this Monday morning, out she went while switching from a Music Channel to The Weather Channel. POOF, out it went and when I tried to call Comcast Cable Company, it won't go through to fucking shit. Some shit about circuits being busy and the first time the recorded messages came on saying that I did not dial correctly, so which one was it, NSA-TRUMP mother fucking dirt hole shit licker???

I know that you tried to come to me yesterday, Lightning, my endless love. Our love is like a flower, baby-blond; it only can grow!!!

Here are the two recent YOUTUBE VIDEO LINKS, CLICK AND ENJOY IF YOU WANT, AND LOG OFF IF YOU DON'T WANT, SAWN YOU, FOLKS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

http://youtu.be/KExU0kPESqk (Governor Jesse Ventura)

Governor Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone receiver.

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU 100% machine created, tkpop.

YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983

NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC

TRACK ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.

To sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with the words to the song, YO.

Here are some other very interesting video links to Youtube postings, for those interested in my story, as most of these will connect what Morianity is all about, in one way or another. Hay, if you're not interested, that is your business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAVE A VERY NICE DAY, PEOPLE.

Before you have that real nice day, the submarine dreams at Highview were all coming when I was going to the Haddonwood Swim Club, and they were all over the near shoreline of Long Beach Island, not far north of Atlantic City and Brigantine, in New jersey. But there was more to those dreams, and it involved stuff way up here in this new present time, and only recently have I been able to see the connection and correlation between these events. More will be told later on this topic, as it is a real good time now to say the word, and so I will, like, *****W---O---W*****!!!!!!!!!

Recently, I have picked up a new enemy jerk off on a motorcycle who tears by the building and intentionally guns is bike illegally, just to annoy and persecute me, it happens right at my point of hearing it the worst, and I am planning to install a video system, a simple web-cam to allow me to keep a continuous surveillance of the street outside, and then take the prints into the police for a close up zoom of the license plate, and demand that I want to file a complaint against this WOMO ENEMY. His registration has to have a real human name, and it won't be WOMO, unless by sheer coincidence, it is James Q. Womo, and I doubt that will be the case. By the way, the nabes did some door banging and loud talking out in the hall, and a little bit of their subwoofer noise earlier today, as now it is ten minutes before seven on this Thursday evening as I type on. Still, they were toned down from their usual real loud annoying and uncouth partying norms. Hellapukeyuk praise the SAR. In ancient Aramaic lingo, SAR means LORD, and ESS means ah. This is why the name of Goddess is equal to the name of Sarah, in Christianity of olden times of biblical antiquity and even into BCE dates.

When I was on Tennessee Avenue in the winter of 1997, I met Robert McGuire for the first time, in my adult life. I know that I encountered him at least once as a youth as well, and this is topic for later blogs. Still, about just less than ten years later in the autumn of 2006, while with Edward Lynch, AKA Ed Himacane, on my blogs; this man did something that was right along the same lines of what he somehow did to me when we met in 1997 when I went down to ask some questions about the great Sarah Krassle. AS I SPEAK, A NASTY LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL IS STRIKING ME AT TWO MINUTES PAST SEVEN THIS EVENING, 12/20/12. I have had since just the first day of summer, within a three percent tolerance of this figure, about 985 of these attacks now, pretty much averaged with left verses right sides, with a slight gain on the left side, reported just in case this bears out to have some weird significance, shortly, or far into the future; so it is now being recorded onto the blog legally, and permanently; and this will not be a part that is edited. Let us keep moving on with the topic of worm holes, Tennessee Avenue, the Ancient Astronaut Theory Club, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and great family overseer and director, MISTER Robert Nonwaterhosedreams McGuire.

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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, and all those powers and forces and people responsible for this two day siege siege of 26 and 27 December of 2018; 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-QP17 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

These mother fucking ILLEEEEGAL pricks in unit 608 are slamming and slamming all day long, and I may have to give the PHA a buzz at midnight if it doesn't fucking stop. I was first told by Marotto call the cops, and when I call the cops, I am told not to and to call the PHA. I can't fucking win SHERIFF, and this leaves me prone to any amount of cunt lapping attack that the M2F sees fit in making t his POOR ELDERLY COCK SUCKER to go through. I AM GOING THROUGH SOME THINGS, YES I AM, UKRANIAN AMBASSADOR, YO!!!!!!!! Naut just you, mahm, TRUMP has been doing thissssssssssssssss to mother fucking me FOREVER, yo, so pweeeeeeeeeze don't feel bad or all alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Trump's People Were Busy With Defense For A Short While, Leaving Me a Week Of Peace

11:13 P.M., on Tuesday night, 28 January of 2020

I AM UNDER A MAJOR ELECTRONIC MILITUFORCE DEATH ASSAULT AND MAJOR FUCKING CUNT ELDER ABUSE ATTACK; SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It began a day ago approximately, with my TV service; and now I was struck hard for a third time at shortly past mother fucking ten while attempting to view the HISTORY-CHANNEL on my COMCAST SYSTEM, and was FROZEN OUT. Someone or 'some thing' CAPTAIN, didn't want me to see something on that show, most likely, 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 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 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 yo yo yo yo yo yo! I am getting major MOUSE JUMP HACKING, and I got that fucking annoying TWIN-SAVE HACK where when I attempted to title and save this document to my open office files, two mother fucking screens pop up, one hidden cleverly underneath the one that is visible. This can cause major fucking shitass problems during blogging when not caught and rectified, me' BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

I frequently ask me'self, what in mother fucking goddess's name would it be like to be like everybody else, and NAUT have to be going through this endless NIGHTMARE HUNTINGTON FUCKING ASS CURSE?!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jesus fucking Christ in shit eating Dogtown, it must be beyond anything that I can possibly ever hope to even cunt lapping imagine in me' wildest dick licking fantasy's, yo yo yo yo BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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