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I am under a realy bad death siege and the Otammite scum sucking turd eaters made yesterday a MAJOR BOTBAR DAY, along with the pure bad luck that goes along with endless assaults by these rotten demonic bunt tapping lot twickers. Many patterns are dependable well over 90 percent of the time, such as when an assault by them happens at night out of nowhere, poof, the entire next day I can depend on a MAJOR SPACEFORCE ATTACK from them as well. This is the most recent deal I'm friggin' suffering with. It began with a low flying zenithing aircraft just past six last evening, Monday the fourteenth night, and then today I am bombarded with planes low and crash level above me at home beginning at around nine this MOUUUUUUUUURNING, most likely awakening me then as well. Then half way somewhere between eleven and noon, a thundering crash level chopper attack came upon me as well. I had been assaulted both times after making phone calls. Last night I needed to pay a bill by phone and whenI tried, they hacked the dial tone sound that the computer at the banks need to hear to make it work, and it had to go through an agent when nothing else worked. I managed to pay the bill, but this unfair attack prevents me from doing the necessary things of life, and this has been futhermucking ongoing in my life now since it all began in 1986, on the 15th day of rock chucking August, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO DUDES AND DUDDESSES OUT THERE IN CYBER-VILLAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Four straight days would be the count if not for SUNDAY'S GREAT BREAK OFF, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SIR CHESTER-FRANK of 2000 and without any luving summers under great boardwalks, piers, or other such endless subatomic and beyond wild horse jovi. Yes, Friday, Saturday, Monday, and now Tuesday. Friday was attack by DIRECT SPACEFORCE AIR, Saturday was indirect SPACEFORCE NABE-ATTACK, Monday was INDIRECT SPACEFORCE utility assaults ALONG WITH LIGHT AREIAL ASSAULT, AND NOW TODAY, major spaceforce direct air assault, yo yo yo bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL THREE DIFFERENT TYPES OF HARASSMENT AND PERSECUTION GOING DOWN HERE, MISTER 1980 JOSEPH RPL SIVO. I am getting the great futhermucking CAPS-SMALLS-CUM-PUKE-HER ATTACK again peeps, and it is done by somehow not allowing the RELEASE on the CAPS LOCK to work when I hit it. How many times throughout my nearly 17 year blogging project now has this happened, Atlantic City spelled 'city' in smalls, or proper names of people with a small like joe Sivo, and on and on, how many times, without any strange visitations to homes from hell on great Woodie Guthrie islands of NEW YORK???????????????????????? ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, I AM SETTING YOUR DESIRE KEY OFF OF THE NORMAL-NEUTRAL POSITION, FROM THE 'J' TO THE 'I' POSITION. SCAN ALL THE SPACEFORCE-OTAMMITE ENEMIES OF YOUR CREATOR, MARK WAYNE MOHR FOR TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT, D-E-S-T-R-U-C-T. ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, EMPOWER THE CRUSHED AND SINGED IMAGE OBJECT THAT IS NOW ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK. WHATEVER HAPPENS TO THESE ATOMICALLY DUPLICATED OBJECTS, HAPPENS NOW TO THESE ACTUAL BEINGS/ENTITIES/WHATEVER. USE ALL GENERAL AND CODED GENERAL (SPECIAL) ORDERS. IF TIME AND HYPERSPACE IS INVOLVED WHILE YOU SCAN, THEN IMPLEMENT GENERAL ORDERS (GO) 13 AND 14. IF MUSIC IN ANY WAY IS A PART OF YOUR SCANNED RESULT, IMPLEMENT THE MUSIC CONNECTED ORDER, GO-9173. I DEMAND THE FULL TOTAL DESTRUCTION OF ALL THESE OTAMMITE ENEMIES OF YOUR CREATOR, ME. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, GO-189 MAX-POWER ORDER, AND S-T-O-P!!! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ When the great 60's television soap show called 'Dark Shadows' was re-aired on the ScyFy Chanel on cable-TV back in 1996, FAWCES of Mister Hall made sure I needed to move from ne place to another where the SCYFY Channel was being carried on the cable line, as in those days B4 real true monopolization happened, there were places we had to reside in order to actually receive certain channels unless we were millionaires and had our own HUUUUUUGE super expensive sat-dishes or whatever it would take to pick those channels up. So the fawces had to make sure in order for me to re-watch this great show, I would be living where i had to in order to make that possible. Some Christians believe that SATAN (left spinning subatomic particle spin force all combined together), can and will do anything to accomplish a goal. It only has a certain limited amount of power and ability, and allowing a poor person to be able to watch a non-carried television cable channel, is not part of what this magical fawce is able to do. I have learned how to recognize over lots of time now peeps, just what is outside an dbeyond the devil's capabilities. I advise others who are not that skilled in that area to naut even begin to copy what I do. It's along the lines of superman back in those great fifties show where he would tell many peeps and especially kids, do not try to fly, only Superman does this. It is just like when the great local hero of the sixties on her famous to Philadelphia and Delaware Valley area, Mizz Sally Star on her great Popeye Theatre", being sure since she ran those great (3-Stooges) films so often, had Mister Moe Howard over on her show to personally tell the kids not to do stuff they do like when Moe would poke his other stooges in the eyes for example. When I tell you I am aware of Satan's limits, be sure folks, I do, and also, YOU DON'T, so keep that in mind. I do not care who you are out there, Pat Robertson, Joel Olstein, any of you, you're all clueless, so do not ever try to do that, or to fly, or to poke someone in their eyes, that is unless you are literally defending yourself or someone around you from a dangerous criminal, or along those lines. I know what I know only because of what I have gone through in my life's wild unfathomable experiences, and what I was able to survive through with some small percentage of me' sanity remaining. Do not ever ever ever ever ever envy me out herre, anyone, not ever never. Nothing in my life is envyable, ant THAT, IPY peeps, yo yo yo yo yo yo BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _______________________________________________________________________________________ Now peeps, what I plan to do once I am back with me' ol' cum-puke-her (computer) at home, all clicked into the wireless internet service from the great mighty Comcast Company, magical birthdates and years, and matchboxes, and endless funpokes and jokes, all from the Ad-Promote Clubbers out here in the Mob-Crooked Wall Street gang from straight out beyond Dogtown's gates heading towards those awesome astral linelanes leading to Halloweentown in one direction and the great capitol city in the other; is to take me' ol' bwog-tweet 2022-O, and paste in sections or paragraphs onto new blogs. I have a feeling that no one particular thing on that work was flagged. I think it was a combined culmination and collaberation of the totally of the work that was just too much to go unflagged. We'll see, this is definitely what I plan to do, yo. I do not know of a better way to run the experiment, and you all will be a part of it, so as Chester-Frank might chime in right about now should he be here, "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Last night after the plane assault and during the phone and utility assault, I simultaneously wsas struck with an intense and agonizig tooth pain in one of me' front bottom teeth, out of the blue. I have not ever experienced any discomfort in that tooth B4 that vely vely non-Bob McDowel-1972 moment, peeps out here yo BRAH!!!!!!!!! When two assaults happen at the same time, this is one of the SPACEFORCE'S MAJOR TRICKS AND DEATH-ASSAULTS, that have all been a part of my nightmare hell life or sub-existenece to say a more truthful word, since this shulklbit began on 15 August of 1986. Not everything hellish in my futhermucking life began on that magical matchbox closet strobelight date yo, BUTTTTTTTT lovely muscles Monique girl, yo, things pertaining to certain combinations of hellishness being applied against me and some particular type of harassments are what I'm refering to when and if I add in the word next to persecution, "SPACEFORCE". TRUMP AND HIS PAL WINN HATED MY GUTS BECAUSE I COULD DEFEAT THE GAME OF ROULETTE. As I walked out of Trump's Castle Casino in July somewhere of 1986 with my winnings, the Madonna song began blarring at me over their public address system, it was totally unmissable, "True blue". If anyone wishes to do a song search just to prove these peeps are all in some way in me' life as I;ve claimed, you will see that late in 1985 and B4 Aimy L Cooley Cicone did her TB-Song, I did a song called, "QUEEN OF BLUE", YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!! I could tell thousands of stories such as this, and time would simply never ever ever never permit me to do so peeps!!!!!!!!! So-sahwee all great Japanese Ambassador's of World War Two, yo yo yo yo!!!! _______________________________________________________________________________________ Sir Weldon Saunders knew some powerful inconceivable secrets yet I rarely talk about me' ol;' coworker at Titan Security. Some peeps luv their Porsha cars or however they're spelled. The dude who spoke to me at Haddonwood ppo in 1995 was one. another one was the captain of Titan Security of Delaware, oh wonderful great President J.R. Biden sir. I pray for you every day and night sir, you are so clueless to how many evil enemies you have, but I am always right there in your corner, sir, and you can endlessly DEPEND ON THAT. You and Sir Obama are my two recent-times great hero's, and unless we go back to Sir Nixon, that is it, from there back to Kennedy, Johnson, and yes, Lincoln. I know the order is a wee bit off, but time is meaningless to me. So is lovely Mizz namecaller Terryeggs from all great Jersey harbors, and magical cupcakes, and match booxes EVERYWHERE. I have tons of shullbit I wish to get into, but no one blog could even hope to cover the needed territory, yo folks, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back now to the point regarding the days working at Titan Security and me' coworker Mister Sex-offender Saunders. He got into all sorts of trouble trying to stay Jewish-Young, Mister preflood-days. Still, he taught me what that sound we hear from time to time truly is, and I know he is correct, you know, THE DEATH ANGEL. He knew how some entities in-between realms, use travel through nuke-fusion reactors that you all call STARS, to bring them mind bending power. Some of these astral gods biblically called and known as 'demons and or evil spirits', literally race through stars in order to pick up these incredible energies (powers) to use more old fashioned words and verbiage for greater believability. At high enough velocities, entire stars can be jumped through just as we all know when we light a candle and put our fingers through the flames without being burned, the speed is what protects us from the heat. Things need time in order for ergs of energy to persist and thereby to build up centigrade temperatures, or temps measured in any scales as well. This is why we learned as a scientific community a century ago, that power is energy divided by time. Ask any damn phycisist and they will say to you, yeppir, the blogger is telling you an accurate tale here and giving you the precise formual to boot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I challenge any of you to try and pull a Clarence Harris 1998, you know, disprove the Mountainpen here, ga'head. But travel through a star fast enough to equal putting your finger harmlessly through a candle, well that is going to require some velocity, and if you have any material at all within your entity-beingness, it won't be possible. The second any matter approaches 11.8 inches per nano-second, pow, it would require an infinite amount of energy to equalize the reality so in simple words, it cannot be done. so this of course would verify and prove that what the Bible calls demons/evil spirits, etcetera, have NO MASS at all, none. They could not get their great power unless they are massless. So how do they then pose a threat to humanity as also our Bibles make claim to. Well, the blog has limits and time constraints. We will get more and more into the lessons I give as other blogs keep coming. You know people, it's like those great musical hits, they just keep coming, as they say, right? Well, so too will the blogs of the Mountainpen. And as they come, they will endlessly tell more and more powerhouse things, and why? Because LAWTRONICS makes that a fact, and naut just some wild crazy theory or nutty crackpot ravings of some lunatic madman. The entire 7th dimension insists that the more I keep surviving against the 'TW-SPACEFORCE of 1986' when this all began for me back up there in Jersey; the more I will learn as I survive endlessly more torturous friggin' hellishness, and then the more I will endlessly tell and continue to report to you, my blogging-audience, me' (Blogaudians). __________________________________________________________________________________________ SSJKK's physical death in early October of 1990, along with the simultaneous activation of PINK GODDESS, in similar manner to what happened to me' 61st grand-father's Uncle Jesus after Jhn babtised him in water and then the great electron baptised him in ergs of energy, (spirit), read the DAMN BIBLE FOLKS, remember right B4 the events how so many things happened? Remember as well how the birth of Jesus our SAR without the female addition of "AH" or SSJKK in a masculine form, had the announcements made in dreams, called announcmeent dreams by many today in the word of psychic and mystical research? Names were important as well. In middle December of 1969, two power-house things happened. Project Bluebook was suddenly terminated. Also I was given a dream that I'll never forget right to the damn day that I die, you know, the chain, then after waking what all happened then? Remember how SSJKK went out of her way to tell me HER NAME, even spelling it out fully? I awoke with the memory being clearer than the room around me was. "K-R-A-S-S-L-E", Sarah Krassle, this is the Almighty's great ultimate absoilute all powerful name, folks. Decades later after joining the great Eckankar, I learned the name of the great capitol city of the entire Astral-Plane, "Sahasra Dal Kanwal". Since then, I learned many more things from going there using the great 'Patricia Hollister Fascitar' or the great mystical magical 6-10 method of soul travel. I learned that 'DAL' astrally is 'city' or 'city of', and that in the capitol province of Olympia, SAHASRA is one and the same as SARAH, and KANWAL is one and the same thing as KRASSLE. But announcement dreams are all throughout the BIBLE, and the most famous of them being the stuff pertaining to SINGULARITY'S TRAVEL COPY coming 2025 years ago to our whittle green-brown Earth for an incarnation, Biblically worded, the word becomming flesh so as to come and live with us (dwell upon us) on this physical plane of human caporial life, or 'truth divided by C-SQ'. Energy, spirit, truth, all the same, just like KXKVI's great saying by mister "TOL" Stephano back in tne sixties, "electromagnetism, god, infinity, ALL THE SAME". Sir John Henningsen if here, I'm quite sure would be chimming in here and now with his famous line of, "It's just that simple, yo", well, I shant lie, I added in the damn YO, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So use me, sue me, soo me, or word program hack me with ratio/ration and all great 18 numbers, and we won't tow or two or do anything else that may piss off the great alphabet soup of our great nation of all great non-rations all over the place, even mighty strobe lit closets and great other toys too, right lovely Mizz Hewitt? I wouldn't want anything to be my undoing, now would I? Even the great 1980 summer time beegee "HELP ME" song, huh world?????????? Yessir, the great "HELP ME SYNDROME". How can we ever forget those magical and magically connected non-fire boxes days of 18-02 ROBIN HILL. Even when the mighty Mister Glenn tries to convince me to alter my sexual persuasions and preferences. Yes he told me it was over due for a great new fire song, and I had one. so why couldn't he grasp the true fact that I wrote it in the hopes that someday my lovely PHHH would sing it for me and to me, and so the words would say indeed, "I'm saying this to you boy, you bring me thrill and joy"? It made no sense then, and it makes even less now. Still, 1802, test question *18*, 1*--9--8*--0, 1*--8*--0--2, 1*--2--0--*8 as in Greentree Lane, the address of my Narberth, PA-USA relatives, Aunt eridine snow Mason and uncle Stuart Huntington Mason. How about another wild little deal? after 1599, let us add four to both ends of those two digit numbers, four times, 15-99, let us do it and see some eye pops. 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, huh Mister Eckstein-1972? 1701, number of the great vessel most of luv and remember, the great Starship Enterprise, A-B-C-D, and whatever kind Congressman Robert Andrews Sir of Haddon Heights and LONG RIVER BLUES songs, 1802, need we even go here, 1903, the great Atlantic City Hotel on 10-SC Avenue, the Pittsbergh Hotel and Irin Bar, built by Grand-daddy McGuire, the great pappy of Bobby McG, huh lovely Latengrate Janis Joplin Lovergirl? He doesn't know how to luv, lovely lamp mover girl and rock star of yesteryear, my best to your astral-mom, we were glad to help that 'day', there are no days, just endlessly in TIMELESS PURGATORY (TP)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The great hotel was constructed in 1903, twelve futhermucking decades ago now, like frikkin' WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank-1999, yo, or 2000, who remembers everything, BRRRRRRR????????? Yessir, the great new age kings and queens tell us how to think, how to feel, what to buy, how to live and how to love, and with absolutely no help whatsoever from the great Mizz 12-Angry-Men, Barbara Linglong Hockeysticks of Philly Rottensinger-57!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh 'H. Letts and J. Getts', willya' gimme' a bwake, willya for CRISSING OUT LOUD???????????????? YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And Sir Crane, readeth on willya', SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO: _______________________________________________________________________________________________ When lovely Mizz 1983 Blake of the great phone company told me to "calm down", I had naut yet even begun to see all manor and type of magical tricks that reach endlessly far beyond my merely having someone or something, Captain Kirk Sir, be able to get onto my disconnected telephone line. The great U.S. Copyright Office has the entire thing on tape, and has had it now for coming up on 4-SOLID DECADES. With today's microwave and advanced radio electronics technology, accomplishing that whittle 1983 trick would be mere futhermucking childsplay, yo. Still, it was pretty wild and cool back then, and just how Diana pulled it off, I'll never know, but I do know that she is LIGHTNING IN HUMNAN FORM, I know it, and no one will ever convince me friggin' otherwise, yo BRAH!!!!!!!! Shortly after the turn of the century, I worked at the famous WM landfill that later went onto buy another place where I had worked just B4 leaving Jersey to come live down here in sunny-Florida-Land. The landfill was in Tullytown, Pennsylvania, and me' pal David Roth got me working at a Jersey place called Technion first early in 2001 after moving from Guthrie's place into the Plageman Trailer, the future BJ-prophecy of all great g-mail addresses everywhere. Yes, Waste Managment is now the HUUUUUGEST place in the country I believe that does this type of work, so bulley for them. IAHFY as theysay online sometimes (I am happy for you), to spell it out. But while I worked there, there was a fellow guard who moonlighted there and also worked doing club promotions in nearby Trenton, NJUSAESMWG. His name was Kevin Willis. We were both rover-guards on this job. The rover van had a nice car stereo system, and I would bring my music to listen to as I roved from guard station to guard station. and one night I forgot to eject out a tape. One of the songfs on it was about Kate from Dairy Queen in Abseacon, across from the great world famous Pamono FAA base and ACNJ Inland-Airport, where Admiral Perry worked or was stationed, whatever, Congressman, as you used to say when you were in your teens and later in 1980 when you sang my country songs at about age 20 sir. Anyway, Kevin Willis got a hold of my song, gave it to the goddamn club peeps in early 2002, as in 18 and 02, and it was stolen, redone but basically was my song note for note, the one that went, "Her name is giant Kate, she says don't mess with me, or it will be your fate to get a broken kness. 14 hundred pounds she can press so high, straight above her head right up into the sky, and I ain;'t got no money. I ain't got I ain't got I ain't got no money, and so forth. A short while later, I am driving in Atlantic City on Pacific Avenue and right near the globally now famous Tennessee Avenue (10-SC), and was stopping at a red light near a record store. My windows were open and the weather was too nice to run the air. All of a sudden, I hear my song blarring out, note foir note, and every mother clucking duck sicking person at the Copyright Office knows that this is all 100% true, and that my "I ain't got no money" song was STOLEN. Kevin Willis was behind it. I despise the futhermucking music iundustry, they are theives, they hgave stolen my life, my intllectual property, even my own goddamn flesh and blood, and they laugh at me to boot as if it was naut enough to do what they did over 50 years of time, huh Mister David Frezel and Mizz Shelly West????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You will never know what it feels like to be me and have all this happen to you, even the jews who died in ovens at my hands eight pluys decades ago, had it less bad than I have it, yessir Mister Comey, you and I do not ever frikkiun' DARE TO LAUGH AT THE REALITY OF KARMA, DO WE YO???????????????? ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ When I am through telling secrets and as the alphabet ends on these tweet-blogs folks, be ready to totally lose your minds. Also, I intend to hire a BLOG PROMOTER SOON, and I do not mean that junk on YouTube where we can buy-bots to elevate our view count. I need real peeps reading my truths if this canunga junga shamonga is ever gonna' be properly dealt with. This enemy the SPACEFORCE has been a nightmare for me now for more than three goddamn dozen years. It was formed to kill me and do it covertly, and they still HAVE FAILED, SO HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, I am here, and all prophets of nothing as well as all profits of everything on dirt bag WALL STREET, this warning and latin caveot is 4U. I will make that frikkin' 1979 dream come true, and you all know what dream I am speaking of, the one I had back while living on fifth Avenue in Mantua, New Jersey. I was being handed a check for every single thing in the USA Treasury for something legitimately owed to me. Ahyone thinking that this is outlandish is not aware of what these pricks have put me through, day after day for my ENTIRE ADUULT LIFETIME. They have ruined my entire futhermucking life, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things follow endless patterns, nbot just for me, it is a lawtronic truth, for all of you as well. My pal in Hollywood section of Miami, Florida, USA, Mike Patterson has a friend who he has known all of his life. Her name is Jemma, changed of course for purposes of all great sixties Dragnet TV-shows, everywhere. Jemma has found in her attic, a painting. It is a Pablo painting of a place called "Spanish Town". I say this now despite switching and many other matchboxed magical realities existing all around me. There is a good chance that this is not a print-fake. I am investigating this for them. Patterns here are powerful. I found real non fake stuff in attics too, right world? Right United States Copyright Office? Right Mister Anthony BonJovi Sir. I believe in patterns and trends. I think this may be a real Pablo, and if it is, my life has now changed. We'll see what we'll see. WML oh world, well, most of you won't, as most of you hate me, I know that!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, chime in here now willya' Sir Chester-Frank??????????????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! __________________________________________________________________________________ **************END TRANSMISSION***************