BTAT---CHAPTER 0024
Monday, February 13, 2023
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START TIME: 9:07 ANTE’ MERIDIAN
My situation is a
nightmare on mother fucking total steroids. HALLS
FAWCES seemingly won’t allow me to do home blogging, or at least,
naught so far Mizz Blake from AT&T. Arthur Crane could kick in here
perfectly and precisely with his favorite line, “I am imagining very little, if
any of this”. The man is 100% on the $.
The geek from the BBGS
was supposed to come out yesterday afternoon, no
call-no show, as we used to famously word it in the Security-Bizz. These
‘fawces’ will fight me endlessly, will they naught Mister Hall from McAndrew’s &
Forbes and Mizz
Blake of 1983? I told Mike Patterson on the phone back on Saturday
evening that if the geek installer does not get me up and running, it will be
curtains for my Philadelphia EAGLES, and I AM NEVER EVER MOTHER FUCKING WRONG,
maybe in all honesty one out of twenty times or so at best, and there ain’t a
single cunt lapping stock broker on the planet that can boast a claim anywhere near
that accurately, not and be an honest one who ain’t completely Bernie Madoff
crooked. For fifty blogs, I have harped on my family, distant, close,
in-between, the whole ugly rotten ball of brown-stench-wax! This blog will now
move the curving angles completely away from this. One thing that I must in all
truth and candor fully admit to online right here and now folks is that P&M,
as well as any other part of this incredible extended family through many
outlandish twists and turns that lead to this present nightmare second in time,
is in no way a part of the real and most powerful and bizarre part of things in
my Huntington Curse, and I speak of the so-called non-Jenny
Love Hewitt “GIFT” of being given 2 me by the most powerful force on
the planet Earth, known as PARALLEL EVENT!
I indeed can type on for a million years on family and the seemingly
unconnected in any way stuff pertaining in the slightest, to anything related
even remotely, to
parallel-event and the misuse and abuse of it, which is the
application of it in order to do intentional harm to a human being in order to
get their way in some facet in their own lives. This began for me in the summer
time of the year of 1986 and it never looked back, stopped, or lessened one
tiny wee bit ever since. I knew B4 the end of the year of 1986, that the main
part of this parallel event nightmare that I somehow became trapped in, with
absolutely no mother fucking way out whatsoever; pertained to two items that
would never go away in my lifetime, no chance at all. The Dow jones Industrial Average’s
stock market system was the main part of this system, and also this system
contained a subset system which was the Philadelphia professional sports teams,
all of them, but the main two of them being the Flyers Ice Hockey Team and the
Phillies Baseball Team, but the smaller two parts also were definitely an existing
part of this, being the Eagles Football Team and the Sixers Basketball Team. Every
single smallest part of my being connected with any possible positive and good
thing in life that would bring any human being any happiness whatsoever would
seemingly cause the following PARALLEL EVENT to endlessly occur. When I am UP,
the MARKET IS DOWN, and vice versa. Then the subset kicks in after this which
means that when the DOW JONES IS UP, the FLYERS WIN, and the other three teams
LOSE. Again, the concentric opposite to this always exists, so when I am DOWN, THE
MARKET IS UP and then the subset of the UP-MARKET causes the FLYERS 2 WIN, and
the other teams 2 LOSE. Forget me and forget my reporting on blogs all these
years of my unlimited endless attacks and death sieges, as this will complicate
things for anyone trying to disprove my claims here. Instead merely begin to
follow the pattern of the DOW JONES UP, causing a predominantly WINNING FLYERS
TEAM, and a predominantly LOSING PHILLIES, EAGLES, and SIXERS teams. I showed
several peeps this phenomenon between 1990 and 2005 back while I was residing
up in New Jersey, and a few of them nearly lost their minds and wanted nothing
more to do with me, a typical human being reaction to shit that they cannot
comprehend or be able to explain away within some of their endless rational
logical thinking processes. I challenge
anyone out here to verify or be able to disprove my MORIANITY and the stuff
claimed to be true by the Mountainpen for seventeen-plus years now.
Go ahead and try, as you won’t be able to do it; not on any of your miserable
lives folks, IPYT, and THAT ain’t the HUUUUUUUGEST
part of my shit here, oh wonderful awesome Senator Bernie Sanders, kind
sir. What is great peeps out here is thisssssssssssssss,
oh lovely Mizz Susan AMC-TV-soap-show Lucci snakes
of 1983 and everyone can take this straight to any bank on Earth: The entire
nightmare I am in and have been in ever since the year of 1986 is nothing but a
gigantic monstrous diseased rotten GAME, played by evil TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS. Now to quote the original SUPERMAN,
played by the great Mister Christopher Reeves back in the nineteen-fifties, “Here’s the situation, Inspector Henderson”, only
my discussion here lads and lassies has absolutely nothing to do with crime
families, crime bosses, or anyone by the great wonderful name of Louigee. Yes,
here is my nightmare mother fucking horrendous situation peeps out here: I am
now coming off of BOTBAR TIMES 4, and the
magnetic percentage for BOTBAR is 37% on the year of
2023, and as horrendous and cunt lapping monstrous as this year is
gonna’ be folks, what do you think the following one will B4 me when it numerically has
no choice but 2 incorporate two HUUUUUUUUUUGE negative items, the presidential
election and leap year cycle, and the electrical number of my daughter, TWICE
OVER or magic-dreams-year-1997+27 years more=2024 so who out here wishes to cut me even the smallest
wee bit of a mother fucking bweak YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO 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 now 5:12
on the month of February when the installer did a no-call-no-show yesterday on me, and caused my
poor Philadelphia Eagles Football Team 2
get slammed on their damn ass and now I open up today with absolutely nothing
to even work jerk, work off jerk off with; opening at 3-3, dropping instantly
down to 2-2 after 3 or more straight botbar-days. The DEATH
ANGEL Mister Mortimer Mortino is not giving me hardly
a second of mother fucking peace on top of all of my other goddessdamn endless
woe-whiz-me’s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am very close to cock sucking suicide, Sheriff Ken Mascara, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These prick
monsters have been permitted to get totally and completely away with the total
utter destruction and obliteration of my entire life just to play
their silly endless monstrous game from HELL (D-O-G-T-O-W-N)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And this brings me to the true and real mat of today’s goddamn ass blog, kind
peeps out here, so here we go,
not again mommy so pweeeeeeze don’t try and convince
Doctor Breyers Shriner to keep me in that miserable rotten Chester-Frank
initialed private Exton, PAUSAESMWG School, in the autumn of 1971,
TANKS-----B---O---O---M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For decades and decades,
DJT has done countless things that we all completely and totally know are fully
naught legal, but close enough to legal to keep endlessly buying his way out of
ever having to pay any single consequences that all of the rest of us mere
mortals have to because we are all under rules and systems that this maniac
psychopath sicko is naught under because he is the Lambrigg Leader of the
Astral-Plane, or his true persona is, and he is in complete control of his
Earthly-dummy-puppet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My ignorant pal in Miami,
FLUSAESMWG is inconvincible and no matter what I say to him or how much
absolute irrefutable proofs that I can ever show him, he is blind and willingly
so, refusing to endlessly see these truths, as so many others are around this
goddamn globe. Any of you out here can prove me wrong so easily. I have made
all of these claims now on these 17+ years of my BOM-BLOGS, and you all know
it, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!! All of my BOM-BLOG, all of my MORIANITY, is all 100%
total bullshit if there ever comes a time when Mister Donald John Trump has to really
and truly pay for his crimes against so many innocent people who he and his
vicious evil twisted pals have wronged. If this dude is ever put in jail where he more than belongs,
then my entire MORIANITY PROJECT IS A LIE AND A DELUSION! That is a promise and
a pact that I hereby now willingly make to my fellow citizens of this world,
the Earth-planet! IPYT. You cannot prove me wrong, I am not wrong
and nobody on this diseased evil twisted globe wishes to be wrong about all of
these things the family, the DJT dude, the ICPE-APE-TECH hellishness, ALL OF
IT. Wake up you fucking ass holes out here, do you think this blog is important
to me in comparison to having all of this get stopped for me somehow someday
good people? W---A---K---E--------U---P, YO YO YO YO YAH, ME’ BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just look at my
life this year, and then look at the goddamn mother fucking stock market and
the DJIA (Dow jones Industrial Averages). I am not making this up,
nobody on this planet would be smart enough to be able to make up something as
wild and that holds endlessly true decade after decade, not even the mighty genius
from Princeton University, Professor Albert Einstein. There is not a single
soul who could accomplish that task, and for crissake folks, WHY WOULD ANYONE EVER WANT TO DO SUCH A CRAZY ASS FUCKING
THING EITHER, YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME’ BREEEEEE? Any rationally
thinking person cannot deny that I am making many powerful indisputable points
here. Yes a lot of recent blog typos are happening, adding LY when it does not
belong, or when it needs 2B there, it ain’t, and many uncounted other weird mind/machine
hacks as well. Yes I have been on a somewhat lengthy tirade since last autumn
to discuss the wrongs done to me by family, but family is not in any way
connected with PARALLEL-EVENT nor its misapplication of it. When I interacted
in the 70’s with lovely Mizz PHHH, little Merry was a toddler and I never even
had any dealings with her until that day that I mentally suppressed and that
came back to me in a sick nightmare while living with Patty’s distant King
cousins in late 2008, up in Blue-Berryville in Jersey. PHHH never ever was in
any way a part of ICPE or any even remotely related stuff to any of it, great
peeps. I believe in credit when it’s due and giving rightful props to peeps,
friends or foes. I also believe that no worst enemy should ever be blamed in
the smallest or slightest way for anything that they are naught guilty of,
lovely Mizz phone-company BLAKE!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC, WHOEVER IS
INTERFERRING IN ANY WAY WITH THESE BLOGS, STOPPING ME FROM HOME BLOGGING,
MESSING WITH ME, HACKING ME, CAUSING BLOG DELETIONS; OR ANY OTHER POSSIBLE
RELATED ITEM FOR PREVENTING MORIANITY FROM REACHING THE WORLD AND ASSIST IT IN
REACHING SOMEDAY INTO A TYPE-1-CIVILIZATION, WIPE THEM OUT AND DESTROY THEM,
AND ALL WHOM THEY LOVE AND ARE DEAR TO THEIR HEARTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL
ORDERS, ALL TECHNOLOGIES, I-2-D, A/B-TONE PPSS.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE----TONE-A
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE----TONE-B
G-189, AND
S---T---O---P!!!!!!!
I will leave
the world and all of my foes with a wee bit of additional info here, YO BRO! I
do have a couple of ultimate tactics up my sleeve and B4U get to me, 2 quote
Mister Dark Shadows Barnabas Collins when he said this to Doctor Julia Hoffman
back in the sixties on that fantastic television show,
“I WILL GET 2U”!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION, Lads & Lassies. WEEEEE!
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