CHAPTER
28-B, MAJOR HACKING, FBI!!!!!!!
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MAJOR
COMPUTER HACKING, SHERIFF KJM!
1:05
P.M. WEDNESDAY, 4 MARCH, 2020
THE
ABSOLUTE WORST YEAR YET OF MY MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN LIFE, PEEPS!
UPDATED
TIME: 4:44 PM ON 3/4/2020
MICROSOFT
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AM UNDER A NEVER-ENDING MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ATTACK. IT IS EVERY
SINGLE CUNT HUFFING DAY; SHERIFF KENNETH J.
MASCARA SIR, AND MY GODDAMN FUCKING BLOOD IS MOST DEFINITELY
ON YOUR HANDS, JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, LEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY,
YO!!!!!
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THIS
IS AN OFFICIAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DYING DECLARATION POSTED HERE
LEGALLY ON THE INTERNET, TODAY, MARCH THE FOURTH, TWO THOUSAND AND
TWENTY YEARS INTO THE COMMON ERA.
I
WAS AWAKENED SOMEWHERE AROUND SEVEN OR SO THIS CUNT LAPPING EVIL
DEMONIC MOUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING TO A MAJOR OFF THE SCALES UTILITY
ATTACK, AND AGAIN COMCAST AND MY ACCOUNT WITH THEM, WAS USED AS A
HARASSMENT BY THE MILITUFORCE, TO FUCK UP ANOTHER DAY FOR ME.
SUDDENLY I AWAKEN TO A HORRENDOUS LOUD SOUND INSIDE OF MY APARTMENT
COMING DIRECTLY FROM MY TWO LAND-LINE TELEPHONES, AND AGAIN AS IT
HAPPENED THE LAST TIME SEVERAL MONTHS BACK, THE ENTIRE SYSTEM ON THE
PHONE THAT I USE TO TALK TO LIGHTNING GODDESS
DIANA WITH, WAS COMPLETELY HACKED OUT, AND MEMORY-CLEARED; AND
THE VOLUME ON THE RECEIVER WAS ALTERED. BUT HERE IS THE WILD SHIT.
THE SECOND PHONE ON THE VERY SAME COMCAST LINE,
WAS NOT AT ALL EFFECTED BY THIS
MILITUFORCE PERSECUTION.
SLAMMING
DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-DOORS!!!
Now
the gloves are coming off once again since this DAILY
DEATH SIEGE WITHOUT LET UP IS NAUT GOING TO EVER STOP ON THIS 2020
ELECTION YEAR OR SO IT SEEMS, KIND SHERIFF SIR.
I will tell some things that I never thought that I would really
seriously entertain. Only I know and
fully comprehend and or understand the intricate significance to it
all, but I am going to discuss this fucking shit anyway, and
hopefully one day, humankind may just advance to the place
where this will make some better sense
to people, and global populations in general. So here we
GOOOOOOOOOO, oh great, fantastic United States © Office in the
SWAMPLANDS of DEMONICTRUMPVILLE, AKA
Wash your hands WASHINGTON, DISTRICT OF
COLUMBIA, 13-600, and especially at the great address of 1600
Pennsylvania Avenue! Funny how if we take that 1600 number and break
it into hundreds and tens such as 16-00, and then three times keep
adding a ONE to each side of it, we get the Starship Enterprise #,
then we get the mighty FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD NJUSAESMWG #, and
finally we get the year where in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, Robert
McGuire's pappy (SENIOR) of Tennessee Avenue, the great Pittsburgh
Hotel was built in the year of 1903, 1600, 1701, 1802, 1903. As I
typed this major mathematical truth that lays inside of the endlessly
present James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome (JRSS), the mother
fuckers BEGAN
HAMMERING LOUDLY ON MY WALL OR CEILING, as I never can
truly tell which part of these nightmare TRIAD NABES FROM HELL these
noises are emanating from. This occurred at 24 minutes past one of
the clock SHERIFF KEN
MASCARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is another HORRIBLE
FUCKING DAY OF DEATH PERSECUTION, SO FAR WITH A MAJOR
UTILITY DEATH STRIKE AND NOW A MAJOR TRIAD-NABE ASSAULT, and
this is all MAJOR ILLEGAL FUCKING CRIMINAL ELDER ABUSE (against a
person over the age of sixty-five fucking cunt dirt bag
years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
following fucking paragraph was somehow HACKED AWAY BY BLACK HAT
HACKERS, VIOLATING MY CIVIL RIGHTS!!!
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THIS
IS AGAIN REPRINTED FROM THE BLOGGER PAGE ON THE CUNT LAPPING
INTERNET, AND MY CIVIL RIGHTS WERE VIOLATED AS THIS WAS REMOVED
FROM MY FILES, MIGHTY FBI!!!!!!!!!!
Now
the gloves are coming off once again
since this DAILY DEATH SIEGE WITHOUT
LET UP IS NAUT GOING TO EVER STOP ON THIS 2020 ELECTION YEAR OR SO
IT SEEMS, KIND SHERIFF SIR. I will
tell some things that I never thought that I would really
seriously entertain. Only I know and
fully comprehend and or understand the intricate significance to
it all, but I am going to discuss this fucking shit anyway, and
hopefully one day, humankind may just advance to the
place where
this will make some better sense to people, and global populations
in general. So here we GOOOOOOOOOO, oh great, fantastic
United States © Office in the SWAMPLANDS of DEMONICTRUMPVILLE,
AKA Wash your hands WASHINGTON, DISTRICT OF
COLUMBIA, 13-600, and especially at the great address of
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue! Funny how if we take that 1600 number
and break it into hundreds and tens such as 16-00, and then three
times keep adding a ONE to each side of it, we get the Starship
Enterprise #, then we get the mighty FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD
NJUSAESMWG #, and finally we get the year where in Atlantic City,
NJUSAESMWG, Robert McGuire's pappy (SENIOR) of Tennessee Avenue,
the great Pittsburgh Hotel was built in the year of 1903, 1600,
1701, 1802, 1903. As I typed this major mathematical truth that
lays inside of the endlessly present James Redfield Synchronicity
Syndrome (JRSS), the mother fuckers BEGAN
HAMMERING LOUDLY ON MY WALL OR CEILING, as I never can
truly tell which part of these nightmare TRIAD NABES FROM HELL
these noises are emanating from. This occurred at 24 minutes past
one of the clock SHERIFF KEN MASCARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is
another HORRIBLE FUCKING DAY OF DEATH PERSECUTION, SO FAR WITH A
MAJOR UTILITY DEATH STRIKE AND NOW A MAJOR TRIAD-NABE ASSAULT, and
this is all MAJOR ILLEGAL FUCKING CRIMINAL ELDER ABUSE (against
a person over the age of sixty-five fucking cunt dirt bag
years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not
only do we have an almost indisputable weird numeric coincidence here
showing in a cosmic code if you will, the powerful cosmic connection
with me and the JANE FONDA NIGHTMARE ONE NUMBER, but also with me and
these four incredible truths, the White House of Washington, the Star
Ship Enterprise and the great beyond marvelous STAR TREK, the great
ROBIN HILL APARTMENT #1802, and finally, the great PITTSBURGH
HOTEL STRUCTURE OF ATLANTIC CITY'S WORLD FAMOUS TENNESSEE AVENUE,
for crying mother fucking out loud, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!! But
let us discuss the final deal for today, or the city where this 1903
year structure was indeed constructed by DADDY-Mick-G! Oh Janis
Furniture Redecorating Joplin of all great Atlantic
Palaces EVERYWHERE; just what in DOGTOWN is truly and
really happening in all of these unfathomable goddessdamn things; oh
lovely Latengrate sweetie pie??????????????????????
Chester
Perkowski wrote me a letter in 1998
responding to a correspondence to him from me several months earlier,
back late in the year of 1997; and without any time mishaps,
futuristic beach shoebox-tablets, thefts of such devices by thugs on
transdimensional Black Horse Pikes of No Joysey, Crooked Publishers
Clearinghouse Prize Patrol winners with fantastic Sheriff-matching
initials, songs, daughters, or high school reunions or reminiscences
here; and in that wild letter, this fine Pennsylvania gentleman from
the great College-town area naut that distant from the
inconceivable Ron Wirtz Senior Carlisle town; went OUT OF HIS WAY TO
INSIST THAT I WAS NOT CORRECT IN MY ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT TENNESSEE
AVENUE HAVING 'WEIRD OR PARANORMAL QUALITIES' ABOUT IT, and he stated
that quite vehemently, going onto elaborate on many things that
basicly said I am way off base there. Then the
HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE Senator Sanders kicker to this entire crazy wild
deal, comes from the very following sentence after that in his
letter. He stated that, “Working in
this hotel owned by his step-mother Mizz
Estelle Anderson Bassler, really
changed his life”. My now Latengrate pal, Mister
David Charles Roth was amazed and
beyond stymied by this, when I let him read the DAMN letter for
himself, and talked about it until the day that he died, early
in March, eighteen years ago in 2002. Let me tell you one quick
obvious fact. Late in the month of October of the year of 2006, that
street altered my life amazingly and incredibly ALL OVER AGAIN,
causing me to switch automobiles, since McGuire put sand into my gas
tank while Ed Himacane Lynch and I parked on that street and walked
up to the boardwalk so that Ed could buy a newspaper from the
Boardwalk Vending Machines that sold various city and county and even
Philadelphia newspapers. As soon as I drove about a hundred miles or
so, the car ran slower and slower and within a short time it was
unable to get up past forty miles an hour in speed, eventually
completely dying just outside of Atlantic City and just down the
street from the ACMUA, Sarah Callio's world famous WATER COMPANY,
mainland branch that is separate from the 401 Virginia Avenue place
in Atlantic City proper. Ed was with me on that day as well, and we
had been at the Genlow Northshore area of
Atlantic City, and right there on Shannon
Kickacar Avenue of hyperspace interactions, all spoken of in
great detail on early Morianity blogs, some of which have been
recently recopied and re-posted. Yes Tennessee Avenue altered my life
forever as a boy and was written of by me as well when I was fourteen
years old, and was called, “THE BOOK OF
BEACH”. Later, the adult version became what we all know
as MORIANITY, the story of full truth,
and the interactions between myself, and the ALMIGHTY
GODDESS OF THIS MEGAVERSE, AKA “PINK GODDESS” Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah Krassle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course most of my
BLOGAUDIANS know fully well that the OLD BOYHOOD VERSION OF MORIANITY
was naut only destroyed, (BURNED) as in some witch movie from great
Long Island towns of demonic possession like world renown
Ammityville, but burned and made to disappear in the very same
inconceivable and unfathomable fashion that naut only many other
things were also made to VANISH AND DISAPPEAR AROUND ME, but was done
in a way that is beyond any possible chance of being within ordinary
acceptable human realm only forces that lay behind the ever invisible
curtains of OZ! I speak of all great peeps such as Razzy Russ from
COOLEY-HALL, and his famous one in the morning visit to my apartment,
while my mom was out with her boyfriend Sidney Crown on night early
in January somewhere in the year of 1970, if my best time
recollections are being true for me. HALLS FAWCES even then, had
major vested interests in my never having that original YOUTHFUL
VERSION OF ORIGINAL MORIANITY, that with a little assistance from the
JRSS could break up into three parts for even wilder and 'trickier'
discussions, such as MO-RIAN-ITY,
or Monique, Ryan, DAD, telling it just about as powerhouse wild and
true as any possible PINK-GODDESS-RELATED story ever could hope to do
for crissake crying loudly, Sir Fonty the great SURFER of 5th
dimensional hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Life becomes so much more
intense indeed, when we know a little bit about how language all got
started, root words, and where sources of these things all came from.
As I type and have been now, and after a completely quiet time until
this blog started, MAJOR DOORS ARE SLAMMING OUT OF THE BLUE, SHERIFF;
and gee fucking ass willagars yo, I wonder why, MISTER BOXER CAMNEN
HALL? I really wonder like-DUHHHHH-Hyundai cars, YYY? Boy am I
'wheetahded', yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER
MICHAEL MCNULTY OF 1971 YO YO YO BRO!
When
I told Dave Roth outside of the Medport Diner in the spring of 1986,
all about the great SARAH KRASSLE OF ATLANTIC CITY, for the very
first time since we had met as security officers at the mighty #113
Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights on Route 45 up there in
No Joysey in November of 1985; JUST WHAT HAPPENED TO BOTH OF US
WITHIN TEN MINUTES TIME OR LESS? Most of you know, but for new
readers if any, we were SET UPON while legally in the parking area of
the diner after we had come out from LEEEEEEEEGALLY EATING DINNER
THERE, by the local PEEDEE with shotguns and dogs. We were taken out
of the car just as you see on cop shows with FELONY STOPS, the car
was searched thoroughly and so were our persons, by dogs and the off
duty officer himself, and later after arriving home at the Highview
apartments of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG; I had my mother call the
local PEEDEE that did this, and all they would tell my mother was,
and I quote the Shift commander Sergeant who answered my mom's phone
call that evening, “Your son and his friend were in the wrong place
at the wrong time”. Hey, if that is true, then fine, I have no
problem with that at all. BUTTTTTT, big ass BUTT but peeps; tell me
thissssss in all truth here, willya'? DO ANY OF YOU REALLY BELIEVE
THAT? I have lived for precisely 65 and one quarter years on this
very day, on this planet, and only on that one particular time, A
TIME WHERE I WAS TELLING DAVE ROTH ABOUT SARAH KRASSLE FROM TENNESSEE
AVENUE IN ATLANTIC CITY, did anything like this bizarre shit ever go
down. I know for a fact that all of my problems, be it alien &
UFO connected, be it entertainment world connected, be it
governmentally connected, be it “WHATEVER-ANDREWS” connected, I
KNOW FULLY FUCKING DAMN WELL THAT ATLANTIC CITY AND SARAH KRASSLE,
ARE WHAT IS TRULY BEHIND EVERY SINGLE HELLISH SHIT EATINBG NIGHTMARE
THAT I AM STILL SUFFERING THROUGH TO THIS VELY DAY, AND IF ANYONE
ANYWHERE KNOWS DIFFERENTLY AND WILL TELL ME THE TRUTH BEYOND WHAT I
KNOW; just ask me who you want me to murder, or anything else,
ANYTHING ANYTHING ANYTHING, because if you can show me the answer to
my woes and miseries for 65 years and three months now on this very
day of 4 March in 2020, there is nothing that I will not do for you
in return, ABSOLUTELY MOTHER FUCKING
NOTHING!!! I would suck President Trump's dick, and
work like a maniac to get him reelected. I would murder a thousand
people. Just show me what is REALLY BEHIND ALL
OF THIS, AND THEN ASK ME TO DO WHATEVER YOU WISH IN EXCHANGE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
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Steve
McGinty is another wild character, my old boss at the great
1977 print shop who I now think about
daily since I used to work with the cousin of a great football hero
who has retired to Palm Beach, Florida, USA, some years back. The man
I knew from Mars Graphics was John Namath,
cousin to Joe the great football player; Sir
Tom Glenn, music man for the great National
Football League, who I also know and had over at 1802 Robin
Hill one day to help me do the song from that parallel world called,
“Love is for Carpenters” in
very early 1981. See how dots never quit
connecting, that is if ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH ABOUT LOOKING FOR
THEM, AS TOLD TO ALL OF US BY THE GREAT ALMIGHTY
JESUS LONG AGO IN GALILEE. But Steve McGinty was the boss over both
Printer-Bindery man John Namath and myself. He always was so
interested in “my personal problems”, back in the days and times
where many job places were not all that different from early
industrialized American culture where peeps all worked and lived
together in common areas, and the employers knew all of our personal
lives and were quite close to their employees. 1977 was a special
time in America, just after the great Bi-Centennial year of 1976.
Things were very different, and I loved my wonderful President, Sir
James Earl Carter. Steve McGinty always wanted to know why I was the
way I was, scared of women being the very top thing. When I was about
to tell him why and all about the great PINK GODDESS HERSELF, lovely
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, he was super anxious to hear all
about it, even up in the year of 1996, while I had moved into the
recently purchased Somerdale home on the corner of Yale and Harvard
Avenues, in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG. The door slamming by the way is
horrible, SHERIFF SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to Steve
McGinty heredahelda and HERE, Sir Mike Soft
(Microsoft)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was all set to meet with me and I
was all set to tell him everything, as this was those times and days
where I was in that horrendous monstrous search to find this almighty
teenager from my boyhood days. A toddler child dripping with drool
from his chin, can see how the times, and the people, and ALL
OF IT, all fit together in
ways, that to the rest of this world, would seem beyond incongruous
or surreal, CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just when we were supposed to get together, he refused to contact me,
and I never was able to reach him again, despite him living right
there in my nearby Somerdale area in 1996. I later learned that the
McGinty family
was all over both the area of EGG
HARBOR CITY and ATLANTIC CITY, and
that there were even ATTORNEY
MCGINTY'S IN ATLANTIC CITY. You all
do the mother fucking mathematics, yo
BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bob
McDowell, my COOLEY HALL PAL from 1972 and the early part of the
following year also, later became the Chairman of the Federal
Communications Commission. We won't touch all of the HALLS FAWCES
obvious wild stuff that things like this are all interconnected
through, at least naut for right now, lovely Mizz Blake. BUTTERCHEESE
and BIG ASS BUTT but peeps, we will tell this much, or I will, to all
of you. We got together a couple of times outside of school in the
summer time in the year of 1972, once going to Knights Park, once
going to his local town of Gibbstown, you know, GIBB, Gibbstown,
Gibbsboro where I used to live at Misses Patty Meeker's rental home,
but for now let us focus on other more germane points to my current
topic of ALL THINGS ATLANTIC CITY RELATED. One time I met Bob's
grandmother in their car that his parents had driven him to my
apartment in Oaklyn in; and she had cancer and had an operation on
her throat and her voice was gone and she used what was termed a
whisper-voice. This is a powerful thing up here in 2020, and I will
tell you about why I say something like this that may appear to sound
beyond absurd on a mere surface-Paul Pedersen level of thinking, yo!
I love to THINK OUT LOUD, mainly because I have no one to ever talk
to. I've learned that if I involve myself with people, the HALLS
FAWCES merely eventually use them to hurt me and wreck my life, such
as THE KING FAMILY UP IN JERSEY FROM 2007-2009. We all know this
story well enough, right FBI-AGENT and X-Landlord Steve Caruso, of
Austin, Texas, USA? Anyway, I need to talk once in a while or I will
literally forget how to properly speak. So in my bathtub, I do lots
of out loud thinking, which tends to annoy anyone who resides on the
other side of that mother fuckign paper-thin shithouse wall. I cannot
say I blame them. I forgot myself yesterday and was talking aloud in
my shithouse (bathroom), and shortly into my little conversation with
me'self, BOOM, the prick next to me blasted his sub-woofers at me,
ALL DAY LONG. Now I admit that this was done the night before as
well, but only between shortly past ten and shortly before eleven at
night, Monday night. It may just be coincidental, and I'm open to all
sorts of possibilities, and always am. I
am naut a close minded person, and am
always willing to listen to LOGICAL RATIONAL answers, solutions, and
possibilities, yo!!!!!!!!!! Still, from now on, since I must talk out
loud to avoid losing my sanity with my lonely pathetic life of this
HUNTINGTON CURSED MOTHERFUCKIGN TOTAL NIGHTMARE, I now will use the
'Grandmother-McDowell' (whisper-voice-technique) to do my
out-loud-thinking. I did this on this very morning before starting
this blog. I get the same relief from using this new plan, and I
don't have to worry about giving any tyrants an excuse for their
applying their tyranny. I know that Dick Wolf used the bugged
telephone I always seem to have or the FBI connections with it to
their ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, when he came up with that cool
expression on that “L&O-SVU” episode with the judge who asked
SVU Detective Elliot Stabler assist him in finding the remains of his
deceased son who had been killed by some perv-sicko, and this comment
was made, and originally it was a comment made to me on the phone
quite repeatedly from David Charles Roth to me, where he would say to
me, “Don't give our enemies a pretext for their aggression”. It
may sound different, but anyone can see the truth here, and hey, if
I can make little contributions to the BRIGGBASE'S Earthly-Based
Entertainment Industry that makes for some really mother fucking
great television, well then, goddamn it, and so mother fucking be it,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yessir
world, Steve McGinty used to love to call his bad behaving employees
underneath him, 'TURKIES', and he was probably right.
BUTTERCHEESE-BIG
ASS BUTT abnd yessir, but, he
was naut so on the money with what he did with me in the autumn of
that vely vely non-McDowell
magical year of 1996, yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo, as it hurt him since he ALWAYS WANTED TO UNDERSTAND
WHY I ACTED THE WAY THAT I DID, AND YES, WHO'S KIDDING WHO HERE
LOVELY LILLIAN URBY; it hurt me too,
as I needed to tell people just WHAT ATLANTIC
CITY AND THE
HALLS FAWCES WHO SEEM TO ALL STEM FROM THERE,
HAVE ALL DONE TO TOTALLY WRECK,
RUIN, AND ABSOLUTELY DESTROY AND WIPE OUT MY PITIFUL LITTLE MOTHER
FUCKING DISEASED ASS LIFE, BRAHHH!!!
Some cunt lapping prick FAWCE out
there hacked
the shit out of me' mind while I
tried to type out that paragraph that
I just did. Things I wanted in
smalls or in caps, kept reversing; and
it still is not the way that I wanted it,
but I am naut gonna' keep mother fucking screwing with a losing
venture.
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That
night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112
Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way
Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30th
Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH;
memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild
dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231
PRIZE-PATROL truck
with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997;
and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013
Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend My Time'', the fence at Eden's great
garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the
television set, little as it may have been mizz Britney Lavino, and
Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1
episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I
was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of these things are on my earlier
parts of this now freaking ass ten year blog project that we all know
as 'MORIANITY', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the
venetian blinds, the episode on the show
called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'',
and a bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have
been ''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY
PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all
babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon,
for shorter and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange
rhyming rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the
multiversal hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
am thinking about mother fucking running far away to Alaska very
soon, since I have totally mother fucking had it here, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEE! SARAH and the rest
of HALLS FAWCES really want to blind me from so many powerful and
awesome TRUTHS, and who knows just who or what else is behind the
NIGHTMARES
OF ATLANTIC CITY, NJ-USA?????
The Torture And Slow
Murder Of Mark Wayne Mohr By Trump And His Mob,
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MIGHTY
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MARCH OF 2020 SO FAR, AND ON THIS 4 MARCH OF 2020 WITH THIS OFF THE
SCALES UTILITY EARLY MORNING DEATH STRIKE AND NABES FROM HELL WITH
DOOR SLAMMING AND HAMMERING; WITH A MAJOR MONDAY NIGHT
TRIAD-NABE-NOISE ASSAULT, FOLLOWED BY AN ALL DAY TUESDAY MAJOR NOISE
ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME THAT IS ALL STOCK MARKET AS WELL AS
ICPE-APE-TECH-DEMOCRATIC SUPER-TUESDAY INTERRELATED AND CONNECTED
WITH ALL OF THE INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT ASSAULTS AND
ELDER ABUSES COMMITTED AGAINST ME SINCE 1986, and that is all a part
of DONALD
TRUMP'S
ICPE-APE-TECH
death strike
on me since August 15
of 1986;
on a crush-destruct order,
under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Crush and destroy all enemy nabes making horrible loud noise to upset
me as well as anyone being told to make endless fire alarms go off
all day and night. 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.
I
couldn't say this one bit mother fucking better me' kind SHERIFF
MACARA, “Oh Mack Kaiter from 1967 summer time and oh Queen Katy
from Abseacon's-DQ from 1997 summer time; “THIS IS TOTALLY MOTHER
FUCKING WEEDEEKAWUSS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO!
OH
CHESTER-FRANK, SIR!
I
mean, to quote Queen Katy
and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”!
So
I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:
'YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND ALSO,
MY
VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM
AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE
FROM POMONA, N.J., AND A BIG-ASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'.
SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,
AND
VIVA MORIANITY
Yes
Russ old pal, those Haddon Avenue mean statements can hurt people,
yo!
Between
dish detergents, mean statements on Haddon Avenue, and all things
related one way or the other to 'wonderul' ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG;
all that I am left with here to say for right now, would be
thisssssssssssssssssss, lovely Erica Kane Snakes of a 1983 'All My
Children' episode:
Diana
Ross sang it vely beautifully in th eseventies, and I wholeheartedly
concur with the song lyrics, “Goddess bless the child” for crying
out loud surfer Fonty!
THE
“BOM”-----BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
THIS
BLOGGER WILL REMOVE ANY © MATERIAL UPON
REQUEST.
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
WEDNESDAY,
MARCH 4,
2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 2:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2
WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1
WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
Lads,
Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-techs:
Lads,
Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-techs:
Lads,
Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-techs:
Lads,
Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-techs:
Lads,
Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-techs:
Lads,
Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-techs:
Lads,
Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-techs:
TITLES
TO BLOGS AFTER END OF MORIANITY
I
just GOOGLED up this info, yo BRAH!
Highest
hourly minimum wage states:
About 183,000,000
results (0.88 seconds)
Search Results
Featured snippet from the web
|
State
|
2019 Minimum
Wage
|
2020 Minimum
Wage
|
|---|---|---|
|
Maryland
|
$10.10
|
$11.00
|
|
Massachusetts
|
$12.00
|
$12.75
|
|
Michigan
|
$9.45
|
$9.65
|
|
Minnesota
|
$9.86**
|
$10.00**
|
•
Dec 6, 2019
Massachusetts
HERE I COME. I am so fucking adddddddahele Governor
Desantis and Sheriff Mascara, yo.
The great GOOGLE also says thissssssss: People also ask
Which
state has the highest minimum wage 2019?
|
State
|
2018 Minimum Wage
|
2019 Minimum Wage
|
|---|---|---|
|
Arizona
|
$10.50
|
$11.00
|
|
Arkansas
|
$8.50
|
$9.25
|
|
California
|
$11.00*
|
$12.00*
|
|
Colorado
|
$10.20
|
$11.10
|
•
Jul 1, 2019
Minimum Wage By State 2018 & 2019 | Paycor
www.paycor.com
› minimum-wage-by-state-and-2018-increases
Search for: Which
state has the highest minimum wage 2019?
Which state in the US has the highest minimum wage?
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
'KRYSTAL'S
BALL'
EXPLORING
THE UNCONSCIOUS, using this APP:
All
the items in cosmos are out of 81
possible realities, with some of them connected
into each other, while others NOT.
Using
this formula allows us to make ultimate decisions!
Krystal's Ball
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and disclaimer information:
Anyone
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can have $5.00 back!
Publisher: Krystal's Ball
Rating:
Price: 0.99 USD
(ninety-nine pennies) Just
how cheap are folks?
The
joke is that this is worth 100,000 bucks, and I would say this to any
damn district attorney in this nation, as I know how powerful this
thing really truly is.
You
will have to prove to me that this does not work for you, I am no
fool!
DOWNLOAD
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Hey
so sue me if it ain't August 6, 2014!
I
AIN'T GOT A PENNY, AND I
AM JUDGMENT PROOF,
KATY!
AUGUST
6, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:20,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 89 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 60%, IT FEELS 102 DEGREES FOLKS!
That
ever fucking annoying pop screen hack where this stupid thing pops up
when all I do is change color on a font with some words, and it's
naut supposed to do this, so it is another fucking BLACK-HAT-HACKERS
HACK, huh lovely 1981 Mizz Gorgeous Lovely Stacey Lattisaw. Yeah,
some coincidence, one of my first cousin's names for one of her girl
twins was STACEY-ALICE? Gimme' a break heredahelda and here, Mizz
Sarah Callio MARTINO of ATLANTIC CITY!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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