Sunday, July 1, 2007
Rats Tats and Playing Real Football, #30
TWIMCIFTHIM,
#30, SUBTITLED
RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL
FOOTBALL------070107.372
Merged and Married 16 years later with the BOM-BOB-Blogging project of the Mountainpen
Well
fiends and friends, Morians and Lessians alike, the subtitle
is because this will work as an intro for leading into the
title of my next blog name, the 4th one now about 2 begin on
www.blogger.com. Thus this is the 30th and final blogs in this
third of my blogs.
The worm hole incident from one
week ago down in East Dodge, NJUSAESMWG, in my IMHO got these
bastard crap asses off of me for my first little rest bit
since the ending of January. But starting 5 days after a
mini-heaven, all of Dogtown broke loose and struck me like
both of Diana’s parents, on Friday last, just past seven in
the fooking evening. It started with a big home theatre
attack. The scum bags kept cutting out the sound and crackling
through it, and there is nothing wrong with it, it all has
been checked out, so that I can send certified and documented
evidence to both the FCC as well as the ACLU, and CC to state
attorney general’s office of New Jersey, my local
Congressman, and the Board of Public Utilities. Keep plucking
with me, and I will rat and tattletale on U every time, to
anyone that will listen, and I’ll try even 2 those that do
not want 2 listen, as I have civil
trucking rights, U incestrallites. No
football team ever won a single game just playing defensively
on any field anywhere in the world. Give these ducking
rats turd scum dirt holes just a quarter of an inch, and they
will take 100 light years every time, B-4-U can realize it
even happens 2-U. Try simply saying “jackrobinsquat”, and
U won’t even get it fully pronounced, and they’ve got U
right by the cat tail Mizz
Purr; hold the plucker-juices out of that one, and
my stick as well. They match U point
4 point and dollar 4 dollar, and then hit U with a
couple of their dirty fighting boom-boom one-two punches B-4-U
know U even took a breath of freaking air. These
filth have no conscience and no shame. I have tried
2 shame them, they do not plucking shame, because entities
that R lower than whale twit are totally un-shame-able.
So what weapons do I have in my arsenal? Do I have armies of
believing helpers in a powerful foundation? No! Do I have
money or any resources at all 2 work with? No! Can I legally
go out and fight perceived enemies, shooting up people and
places? No! So what options R left 4
those few unfortunate persons in my position? Ratting,
tattle tailing, and exposing is all the available options left
4 poor whittle me bwaby-wuv!!!!!! Notice
when I exposed on an earlier blog, the
full evil empire of Phillies always losing and the Dow Jones
Stock Market crooked system, always being up, every single
Friday, it did not happen that week, last week, not this one.
Naturally since the siege on me started Friday night, my
Phillies got sliced up like a watermelon found by starving
island survivors. So what occurs, but 3 straight losses, and a
swept up floor by the Broom club of the Phillies Haters,
Incorporated. The weekend is constant furious air assault,
both nights my full moon was literally
wrecked and ruined, literally swallowed up with their filthy
poisonous chemtrails, making me sick and forcing me to
have wicked painful pits, and these total bitches have caused
me 'many an accident in the pants',
and all the axes they’ve created 4 me have not been via
automobile.
Eddie Himacane got
totally screwed by crooked
VERIZON. These scum R on my line at home constantly
ducking with me, and they know that I blog and tell the world,
or at least attempt 2, so they naturally R gonna' do all that
they R able 2 interfere with it. Really,
it does not require an Einsteinian mind 2-C any of their
motives, and the crimes that result, after all who can prove
any of it, so they get away
with endless major murder, and the absolute destruction of an
innocent human life, mine!!!!!!!! Do not worry loyal
few Morians, he realizes that they were not the only show in
town, and now is with the Comcast system, last laugh on them,
as they R connected with my Flyers enemies, and I get 2 slam
the fit oudda' them on their own network system, as
it is a free country; and I will speak out. I
have dying declarations and utterances all over. I have
several people that I keep constant current voicemail death
evidence messages on their systems, so
they can at least report 2 the authorities should
I disappear and get murdered
like my mom did as well as my best friend, Style Court Judge
Roth’s cousin David Charles. These bitches R
ruthless, and I think they even got to
McMeekan
on the ACPD Force.
Dave was working for his cousin back in 1997, at the Bucks
Cable Vision yard, just off of I-95, in Bucks County,
PAUSAESMWG. This post was a gun carry site, and my
friend Dave was a licensed 235
Card carrier. He used to go with a partner filling
ATM machines, and they had 2 and 3 million dollars of cash 2
handle; and the Jersey Police usually let them slide, as here,
in good old Puke Nerdsey, they do not
care if U die on the job, unless
U-R totally blue, [a police officer], not
a security officer or bank money handler/guard. Go
ahead and get shot. I was always worried that the enemy would
shoot them, and use the money as a good reasonable excuse,
should I start screaming to the authorities, as I always try 2
do; and will always go on endlessly, futile or not. You’ll
all have 2 plucking do me in bitches, and I do not go down
easy. I know 2 many secrets about what U
term [life and death]. I admit that 4 the most part,
guns should B in the hands of the
cops and the military. There is one + murder per
day on statistical average this year in Philadelphia. This
is totally not cool. Hunters should B able 2 rent
what they need 2 hunt, and those that can prove major death
threats on them, a possible exception, but please; give me a
break. U think I will take a job
handling 2 or three million cash, and have no side iron?
You’re nuts bro!!!!!! I
personally know a handful of yard birds that this very minute
would slice up their sweet old grannies for 5 sawbucks.
People really do need 2 get real. Of course Reale got me back
in 1970, when he sexually molested me, the
perverted bum famagot. No U can all say whatever U
wish 2 about our overseas enemies doing cowardly things like
attack with car bombs or crash planes into buildings, but in
all honesty; what weapons R they expected 2 have or use for
Crissake? I do not promote terrorism or war, or greed; or any
part of this new age, started by a total dirt bag who happened
2-B our 40th
US President, and whom us roulette players refer 2 him
upon occasion as 'Red-Red'.
WHAAAAAA-HA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!
I think it is time to
remind/expose, locals to the area of HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY,
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, when
it is in the larger half of the lunar cycle, from the first
quarter lunar phase of a waxing half moon, to the second full
moon phase, and then waning down into the last quarter half
moon phase, as opposed to the 2 weeks of the lesser and darker
moonlit skies; the night poisonous
chemtrailing is vicious
murderous hell 4 me. When I told about this many blogs
back, the exposure of this helped 2 get it stopped, 4 a while,
U know the old saying, “when the
cat is away, the mice will play”. I am sick 2
trucking death of this never ending constant siege, and the
only thing holding back my opposite shooting with Ed, at the
NJ casinos, is his recent increase in leg pain, and also a
recent move into my trailer park, yeah; we R just a couple of
plucking poor pathetic trailer rats. We have been screwed, he
was robbed, wrongfully accused of crimes; and the list goes
on. It is his business, and so I will say no more. My story; I
have been sexually molested in 1970 by a property rich
bisexual child molester, assaulted by 2 Atlantic City
lifeguard mascots in 1975 totally unprovoked, I think because
a gorgeous young girl was extremely attracted 2 me, and they
wanted her, and here I wasn’t even interested, poor whittle
helpless me was just down there trying 2 cool off, and
take a whittle dip in the Atlantic
Krassle Ocean. Then I have had a Saturn and a
Breeze automobile drivers side window broken and smashed,
trunk popped open, and car amps and subwoofer boxes removed,
once at Friendly’s Restaurant on Roosevelt Boulevard-RT #1,
in Pennsylvania across from the Ross Dress shop, she always
wanted a dress shop business since her days as a little girl
back in the Detroit Brewster Project, and now she is quite
happy. As I pen this, a crash level
private loud piss bubble airplane is scraping the roof off
here, at Ed’s trailer, while I sit here blogging away, and
EXPOSING this evil astral crap. I have also been
defrauded, once by a record promoter who took $600 and shoved
me under a bus, threatened me with a gun to run a red light in
center city, Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG. I was defrauded out of
$4,000 by a tow truck driver, who said we would buy a truck
and start a business; and he knew the dealer and the Glendale
Bank President in Haddon Heights, NJUSAESMWG, defrauded out of
10 thousand by a contractor who conned me into purchasing a
'HUD home in Kramer Hill', a section of the city of Camden,
NJUSAESMWG, a judgment on him was at least fully satisfied by
my agreeing on getting half the money back, and then the
gargantuan fraud, a man answers my ad where I said I want a
promoter for my songs that I wrote, and cleverly he got me to
pay close to 36,000 dollars, and basically it was him and his
wife that was getting promoted. I admit I got some, and had
stuff that I have written played all over the world, and even
had a song reach #1 position on the Independent Country Charts
of 1998, back in the summertime. I was played on Muzak and CD
Dish, and received quarterly royalty payments from BMI, a
music industry royalty collection organization, about 5 years
or so. But all monies gained, although one year I actually
paid tax on it, was a wrung out wash cloth amount, next to the
monies expended. I have jury duty on the 13th of August, and
will have this page on a print out sheet, when the prosecutor
or the defense attorney asks me at voirdire, whether or not I
was ever a victim of any major crime, as all these incidents
are legally on file in 2 county prosecutors offices, and I
am not even including the great 1996 terrorist threat that was
made to my mother where the man told her and scared her into
literally an early grave as she never really was the same
after he told her, “I am going to kill your son, and I will
kill U2 if U do not get away from my truck”. She was
only going 2 ask him if he wanted something from us, as he had
been following us around 4 miles, turning every time we did,
and it ended up at the Turnersville, NJUSAESMWG Pathmark Food
Store Parking Lot. Spellchecker does not give any better way 4
me to spell the word for jury selection, I spell it hence, the
best way it sounds 2 me. I am not trying
to get out of anything, and will gladly serve, as this is
considered an obligation and duty as a citizen. But I must
tell the truth under oath when I am questioned about all the
shkit that has happened to me in my pathetic whittle life.
I think that lots of crime has been committed against me, and
these R some of the more major incidents, reported, police
documented, and filed at Atlantic and
Camden County Prosecutors Offices.
Now I
wish to make something as perfectly
clear as the 37th President: The motive of creating the
foundation called MORIANITY, has nothing 2 do with suicide Jim
Jones pacts, nor R we in with weird looking inter-galactic
aliens like the 1990’s crazy bull slit cult. The motive is 2
create a place, a giant multiple purpose, but
‘harassment’ oriented safe hose of a sorts,
where anyone, big or little in any way, can come and get
protection, get heard, get help, and along these lines.
Admitantly, I wish 2 take what I know 2-B truth, and merge
this foundation into a religious order, and
let the world C that this is all true and real, and no
one ever need fear death again. What
has happened to me, talking humanly in forward mortal time
illusion, is not a made up story, nor is it the product
of a diseased mind; but if Social
Security and government shrinks disagree, and give me 10
sike-named diseases and some benefits, great.
Working a full time job is not possible
under all of my persecution; it is hard enough 2
survive their rotten writ for a part time 24 hour weekly stint
at work. LORDESS
HELP!
Now a little
discourse will begin, on directionality. In a recent prior
blogging text, I talk about A and B events, and direction.
Does one cause the other only in one direction, or both
directions, and along this line? Now let me start to open a
huge can of worms that at later times, will B harped on with
much greater alacrity and detail. Right at present maya minper
or illusion of mortal world time, I remind U of earlier blogs,
starting with my first one, the Morianity Bible. Many entries
in this series of blogs, and those that follow, start some
early discussions on a night in December of 1969. I went 2
bed, and the very next instant I am aware of definitely NOT
being either asleep or awake, but in a 'T-T-H', or as I say, a
THIRD
THING
HAPPENING. They
know every keystroke, as another plane just struck, and the
famous combo 1-2 punch included a super grass loud piece of
junk motorbike. Anyway, I am first on a beach, the time was
the early twentieth century; and I was with the most beautiful
young teenaged long dark haired big brown eyed girl that I
ever saw in my pathetic life. She told
me that her name is Sarah
Krassle. I had in my right hand, a heavy
large motorcycle chain. She and I walked along the
beach making light conversation, and I was in total awe of her
physical size and beauty. Her long hair was light brown with
many highlighted shades of colors that do not exist here in
the waking world. Also, her hair shone as bright as 100 suns,
and yet I was able to B with her and C her, and not go blind,
nor literally fall down consumed and evaporated. After a short
time, she seemed 2 appear 4 years older, about age 14, as she
was about 10 at the beginning of our interaction. I was just
15 back in human life, and about this age in the interaction
on this dream-plane. She said out of the
blue that she wants to have my chain, and that she needed it 4
her great city. I
am up here in the future now by about
16 years,
and noticed that what the church folks call THE
DEVIL AND SATAN,
managed somehow 2 scramble my mind, and force me 2 reverse
some powerful information and if U go back and check the
original document, U will then know just what I am referring 2
here. She
then proceeded to take it away from me, grabbing it out of
my hand with more force than if I was trying 2 hold onto it
while connected up 2 a moving freight train. Neither her
strength is comprehendible, nor is her physical beauty. Do not
think for one rotten minper, that the Mayor of Atlantic City,
and all his pals, starting with Robert
McGuire on Tennessee Avenue; do not all know about
all of this, as when I told Sergeant
Frank Callio the story at his Police
Station back in 1997 in the springtime, shortly
after my miserable and frightening meeting with
the dude 'McG',
he tried to act real nonchalant about it
all, but I could C a look come over his face, that told me all
that I needed. Anyway, after
the great SJK took the chain, we both were
instantly transported from the beaches that looked across the
inlet from the beaches of Brigantine, to her shop, in the
upstairs area, and into her bedroom. In this bedroom on the
rear wall across from the entrance door, was a 3 drawer
dresser, and she opened the middle of these 3 drawers; and
there was the chain. She smiled at me, and closed
the door; just starring at me with her huge chocolate brown
eyes, with natural super thick and long eyelashes, that were
so gorgeous I thought I was not going
2-B able 2 get another breath inhaled. She kept
thanking me 4 giving me her chain,
but now a word was started 2 get added, thanking
me for returning ‘her’ chain. Later on, years in
mortal time, I did come indeed to learn that this was stolen
from her, and sank on some boat down in South America. She
actually is the energy that flows through the oceans of our
world. Without this energy, the
ocean would B dead, hence she
is the life of the Ocean, or really said better; she is the
Atlantic Queen, the great Ocean herself, and
coming 2 me intentionally in a pure energy to energy
interaction, my unconscious
dreaming energy connected into her energy,
no differently than your printer is connected into your
computer, or your DVD, VCR, TVO, or stereo surround
amplifier is connected through your cable television system.
This is not when I mortally as me in this so-called here and
now, came to know and understand with full clarity, that
I am directly dealing with the ALL
MIGHTY JEHOVAH SCYLLA GODDESS,
an upline girl who is no different than me here in this down
line of reality, controlled by operations and systems in the
6th dimension, that curves up and over in right
angles, out beyond themselves, over
lapping all of the unfathomable numerous 5th dimensional
multiverses of hyperspace, HS. Eventually, as a 5th
phase being, I in this lifetime, since no matter how many
times they murder me or I die from fatal strokes and heart
attacks, I remain unaffected by normal release through the
physical death exit; so I fully intend 2
totally master the lawtronics of this entire system, so that I
will B able then 2 get upline
to Sarah Krassle’s world,
and escape my hell.
Nirvanic oblivion is never
possible, not 4 any entity; but just to escape
this life, I would sacrifice a trillion 'tars' and 'entities'
without plucking batting a single
eyelash. As the great Sarah-Stacey
Scylla Jehovah has told me on many occasions, and
her cousin the Earth Lightning
Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis as well;
Oblivion or [NIRVANA] is only 4 those
entities that do not exist. If
U exist, U cannot ever hope to have oblivion, it is
only forever available 4 those that do not exist. Once U
exist, U always have and always will. All time is one time,
and all space is one space; and out of that total zero
dimensional void infinity, springs all 6th
dimensional interaction, leading down into all multiverses or
5th dimensional parts of a larger 6th
dimension, creating it in various ways too far out 2 get into
right now. I am on a schedule, and I must get 2 work shortly.
Yes, my lovely Jupiter Scylla sent her energy from the
physical planet Herself, HER lightning, and
crossed 500 million miles of near vacuum space, to merge with
our dark cold quiet still oceans, and 'cousin Diana' and HER,
did a lovely job of putting this world into operation,
but really; it is all just a dream.
Nothing physical or supposedly
tangible is real, we dream it all down from an astral world,
that upline Sarah is unconsciously entering into her own
creation from. But in my private 1969 December
interaction with my teen queen,
this chain seemed 2-B so very important 2 HER, and
so was the 4 year variance in her age, being
10 on the beach, and 14
in HER shop; and HER name, and this 4 year
variance, was indelibly left in my
minds’ consciousness, so it must have a major significance
in ways I still am working on figuring out 2 this very day,
and now I speak 16 years further out into the antimatter
space, up here in 2023.
www.acpd.com/
This website has info on Sgt. Frank Callio, and the fallen
Sgt. McMeekan, whom was his very good pal. This site has great
stuff, and learning about many of my ex-pals starts here,
including the current Mayor, Bob Levy, the ex-Chief of the
Lifeguard force. My website will soon B much better, as I have
much to add 2 it, more of my many copyrighted songs, other
audio sound bites; and much more mapping and text information
is upcoming. So go to www.morianity-foundation.com/
and get a real mind blowing. If
time permitted, I would tell U so much more about the chain,
and my Scylla, SSJKK,
your all mighty God. 'Simplllleeee' as that, huh there
Officer Chuck Kim?
Last night I lost my 'waking-world
awareness' at work, and passed out 4 just a few minpers, and
crossed into astral projection, as we always do in dreams, but
feeling and remembering the out and in to this, is called by
mankind, [astral projection]. The great Sarah told me that a
major event is around the corner 4 the world; she will not say
what it is. If I admit that a machine does exist that can
alter the space time continuum, and that
a magic clock and a magic
mirror also exists, and that
I have access to these 3 devices,
U would laugh and call me a space cadet. A Space
Cadet huh, just do not call me a
Sarah Callio,
because I am way uglier, and she is
beautiful, but colder than ice
cubes. Another plane is now
scraping over Ed’s place, at about 12 shy of eleven, on the
late moUUUUrning.
Directionality
of interaction is where I
will leave off, but only opening up the subject 4 right now.
When I woke out of this Sarah-chain
interaction in 12/69, I got on a bus to go to
school. There was a huge **************** 3 piece asterisk
chemtrail in the sky, dissipating; and this was years B-4-I
mortally was in any way part of these jet vapor condensation
trails. This harassment and persecution
would not come to B used in the MW-4 about 18
plucking years,
1987-1969, U do the
fudging Copperkessle math bwaby-wuv!!!!!!! I
believe the 3 jets that crisscrossed, were from the astral
plane, that they abducted my mind/soul/call it whatever U wish
2, took it in one of these or perhaps all 3 were all
part of one super astral airship, &
similar to the one that I own on the astral world as Duke
Rictofarious of Ricktown. Until a year ago, I thought
the interaction was first, and then the sky incident; and this
includes what U’ve heard me discuss in 1994, my
mid-life Krassle interaction.
Now I totally believe that we all R
abducted in these ways, and nothing can ever really B trusted,
illusion/maya is all over, like maggots in a cemetery. The
BIBLE is filled with stories very similar 2 my late 1969
experience, just read it!
Brown
eyed girl, do not burn any bushes for Moses or our
43rd. Stay around brown eyes, as some day, I
will make U all mine, just like the 1969 song says
in the autumn, and I remember it like it
is happening live at this very minper. Bright
haired Scylla, come over and B friendly with your white car,
& I will B real friendly with my Teen-queen, as U
know U love your THAT
BOY.
Screw your parents, and tell them the truth,
that they only think that they R your
parents, this whole entire creation is really yours, &
it is your upline thought; and someday,
I will get up line, and U will B mine, if I have to
crush every star in the skies into dead
ashes.
Bye-Bye brown eyes
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Please come 4 your “THAT-BOY”, lovely SSJKK. Take me home with U, my brown eyed girl and awesome T-Queen!
“THE-END”! Well, I WISH quoting classmate Wendy Smith from Cooley H-H-Hall, in 1972; huh FCC-BOB McD?????
WOW-WOW-WOW-3-4-7-12-1984 R-H-MACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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