Movement Stage 14

Well everybody, I try hard, but U cannot beat lawtrons, laswtronics, and their motive programs. Even my webmaster and PCG, [personal computer guru]. Really will not C the reality that is right there in front of everything, but requires open eyes, and all people have been programmed at birth and early childhood, to go along with only for the most part, accepted sociological attitudes and agreed upon things, remind anybody from prior blog teachings, of how not a lot is different on astral realms, with the [ agreed-upon interaction system?] Every stinking thing I do is going wrong, every, and I mean just about down to the nitty gritty EVERY thing, is being lawfuckingtronically screwed around with, there is absolutely no beating something on a lower dimension, that has its origins in a higher dimension. My luck test scores are as bad as they can get, using what I told You-all’s about where I use basically the game of Roulette, to test my personal interaction, positively/negatively, with the cosmos. Doubleton reverse wiped me out by over 40 units, reverse gave me 12, and alternation gave me 5, and a total loss of 27 units on greens also occurred, the normal green to other numbers ration is 19:1,LRP [long run play], and my ration last night just past 11 of the clock in the post meridian, was 5.7:1 for their occurrence. Until my horrific shitty day yesterday, off scale freaking BOTBAR, [BOTTOM OF THE BARREL ALREADY RATED] day, my LRP scoring on the full or total SUBSYSTEMS COMBINATIONAL READ OUT, was basically going around minus 8 to minus 13, in a TGA [10 game average], used for comparing moving averages with a current gaming score. This permits a player/luck tester, to compare short term with a longer term score, to see how the immediacy of PL [personal luck}, is moving, as if it is crossing above the average and climbing, you can go and win using these similar roulette systems, in the ‘real’ world, whatever that ‘really’ is. Concentrically, if it is crossing below the average and descending, you know you’re basically in some deep shit water, or as I call it personally, U R in the DIAREAH POOL bwaybee-wuv, and simply put, until shit changes and scores come back up, you keep a swimmin in this miserable callio-cow manure, until then, as it is merely a counterpart and a visible measurement, of what the freaking lawtrons R doing 2 U. All scummer and all through of-shittin’-six, my PLF or PERSONAL LUCK FACTOR], both have been turned to smelly loose squirrel shit, and the reason it has, is all due to one of the favorite games played by these wicked power hungry scummy runt slapping rock chucking gods, bored 2 tears with infinite existence, and using DISTRACTION, 2 forget that there is simply no damn way 2 ever reach the most beautiful damn thing possible ever, OFREAKINGBLIVION!!!!!!!!!

I WOULD DESTROY ALL LIFE EVERYWHERE IN A HEARTBEAT WITHOUT BLINKING AN EYELASH, 2 b SOMEHOW ABLE TO GET 2 NIRVANA, BUT U NEVER EVER EVER CAN, SO SCREW IT. Something 2 really shout about, so please excuse the caps, and not the Washington Ice Hockey team. Speaking of hockey teams, I told U all, that FLYERS WILL WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN, DOW MARKET WILL FLY FLY FLY FLY FLY FLY FLY FLY, FLY, FLY, FLY, FLY and I am sick and tired of never getting deserved recognition for my continuous LRP accurate predictions. Even EH loves to tell me I am not right all the tine and loves playing the devil’s advocate. I never said in anything I ever wrote, nor spoken in any way, and at any FIRKIN NOR FREAKIN time, that it happens [every single time]. I said, that in the overall, a frekin’ preponderance of events occur in the following simultaneous manner: Flyers will win, Philly’s will lose, Dow Jones stocks will be up, and my life will be down. If by a miraculous event of super wildness, some hot shot took pity on me and believed me when I say that for more than 20 years, a powerful cult called the LAMISTS, intentionally fucks with me and destroys my pathetic life moment after moment and year after year, in order to get this series of the other 3 parallels to occur, and would have the clout and resources and the desire 2 do the right thing, and help a poor pathetic fat helpless weak little dude out of his damn hellish nightmare, magically, I can guarantee 2 the entire global population, that overnight and lasting as long as my life is blessed, rather than cursed, U would all C the most inconceivable miracle ever shown on Earth, outside of the dead sea being parted, using an inverted black to white warp connection sub-atom flasher, and the dead being raised up through lazar trace tek. Suddenly, and 4 as long as my life would be blessed,[ME BEING LEGALLY COMPENSATED 4 ALL THE MUSIC AND IDEAS AND INTELLECTUAL PROPERTIES STOLEN FROM ME FOR NEARLY 4 DECADES OF MORTAL TIME, AND ALSO LIKEWISE COMPENSATED, ALTHOUGH NO AMOUNT OF DOE EVER COULD B ENOUGH 2 DO IT, 4 ALL THE COVERT EVIL VISCIOUS HARASSEMENT AND PERSECUTION THAT THIS EVIL ROTTEN EMPIRE HAS PUT ME THROUGH SINCE EARLY-MID WAY INTO THE 1980’s], and now and forever from this point on, like invisible magic and alagazam-ding-dong-dogshit, FLYERS WOULD FOREVER LOSE, PHILLIES WOULD FOREVER WIN, AND DOW JONES AND THE NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE WOULD DROP AND FALL TO EXCREMENT. No, I never said nor implied that every single time I get an air siege, or every bad day, this and or that occurs, but what I have been saying all along, and in reiteration, now say, MORE TIMES THAN NOT, THIS INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT WORKS, and if it is only 10% over random 50/50, that is big, but I know that putting me through constant siege and hell, these 3 entities move endlessly in these 3 directions, and would in fact reverse, if my life could be reversed from NIGHTMARE HELL to MAJOR BLESSED, shoot me dead man, I’d gladly takr, just being left alone and having all this stuff stopped that is being perpetrated against me, illegally and immorally, and I feel our government is PURE EVIL, as if they ain’ta causin’ my horrific hell, then they stand idly by and knowingly permit it to go on, and if this is not either mis or mal feasence, then I’ll openly and willingly whip off in front of the US Supreme court, and 2000 other witnesses. You harshly judge law-breakers, and then hypocritically permit me, A NATURALLY BORN UNITED STATES CITIZEN, to endlessly go through this stuff that I hereby swear is happening to me, under full pain and penalties of any and all federal and NJ state laws, is 100% the truth, all the truth in totality, nothing omitted nor ignored, nothing added nor exaggerated.

I said in a prior blog, that along a jogging trail, in National Park, NJ, in Redbank, County of Gloucester, NJ, USA, Earth, etc. etc., that the President at the time, WJ Clinton, was there jogging, or else his total doppelganger {double-from the German tongue}, and warned me that I was being set up. All I was doing was walking around, enjoying a nice park area, and maybe trying at least in my dreams, to shed a pound or 2 of weight, and a slew of under aged sluts come up to me and start talking to me, even coming onto me, one saying to another that she wished that I “were her guy, and she likes men her father’s age”, and so on. Many times young girls are attracted to me, and on many occasions I have told them, “forget it, you are a child”. There were 2 girls in early 1998 on a beach in AC, NJ, by the Hilton Hotel, the age of Hilton’s daughter’s at the time, late teens, and I tried ignoring these two girls, and it seemed that they would never get the message. They had long hair and were beautiful teen queens, but they were just 18-20 at the most, and I have nothing in common with kids, not their movies, their music, their interests, none of it, to me they are ridiculous, and belong with boys their own age. Stop thinking out there, you cyber cops, that it is always the old fart guys chasing the young stuff. It is normally either you entrapper scum bags, or real trashy young stuff, that obviously mommy did not teach well enough to them of the dangers in this evil sinful wicked world. Tease me all you want Dorian Wallbanger, I am a good guy, and U can all go 2 hell!!!!!! Anyway, I know that an attempted entrapment was ongoing at the park that day, and I said that Clinton warned me, not that he needed 2, as I am not at all interested in trashy little sluts like this, but I said in my blog that he was invisible only to me, and I meant obviously to tell U that he was VISIBLE only 2 me, and seemed 2 B totally invisible to all others nearby, I mean, crissake, the dude either was, or was a carbon freaking copy to the President, like who wouldn’t notice him on a park jogging trail, as the kids would like say, like?????????? No, actually this using ‘like’ as a preposition, was a baby-boomers invention, don’t let your parents tell U otherwise, kiddies, as I know. Hay dude, hell that was around forever. Hay, look at the dude there, he is all duded up in fancy swanky attire, reckon I will mosey over and kick his-=;p[‘.=p[,l[;’’[./,;;,’[. Crissake, dude was there kiddies, back when your great grand paw was knee high to a frog’s wart, gimmie a firkin frikn’ break, willya?????

The last few days, and weeks, except for 1 or 2 days rest bit, a few times, MILIFREAKINGTUFORCE is persecuting the motherfreaker ouda me!!!!!!!!! I was in good old rip off town, you know it as Atlantic City, yesterday, Thursday, 10/5, and was hit with jet fighters, loud military vessels, and lots of noisy privately owned black file agency type of piper planes [BFA]. When I walk in or out of my residence, or a library, or a food store, U just name it, loud low private planes right over me. They give me constant medical symptoms, yet all tests show up that not one thing is wrong with me, of course not, as Earthly, there godsdamn is nothing wrong at all, and it is all a vicious CIA/NSA/BFA, etc GAS, or government alphabet soup covert assault on my CIVIL HUMAN and CONSTITUTIONAL rights!!!!!!!!!!!!! On a prior blog entry, a major program screw up happened, a few stages ago on the MF blog, not mother fucking, by the way, it stands as U know 4 the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, THE PROGRAM MADE SOMETHING I SAY READ WRONG, BY PUTTING THE GRAMATICAL STRUCTURE IN THE PARAGRAPH out of order. I have had major problem with these word and notebook programs, but EH insists that I use them, and he is the WMG, [WEBMASTER/GURU]. Anyway, my mother’s mother was Grace Isabelle Huntington, and her grand daddy was Samuel Huntington, one of the signers of the DECLARATION of INDEPENDENCE. He was a good friend of Mister BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, also. The programs made these facts come out all wrong, and I will never fully dig the full complexities 2 all this very geeky computer stuff. The webpage is coming along, but it seems many early on snags occurred due to EH having varying web-maker programs, and the one he wants to use to do a particular thing, screw up the uploads from my word and notepad writings and blogs, etc. It is all still over my head, I am trying my best to learn these machines, it is no easy task for the giddy-up people like me, as I wish I had my old horse and was taking my lovely Sarah Karge to the Trenton Ball, to dance with her to a special waltz that Mr. Straus was kind enough to co-write with me, and is copyright in my name in the US Library of Congress.

Now for a talk doodle on my favorite subject of history markers, and how enemy LAMIST CULTERS love making them disappear around me: I was telling you a wee bit back that yesterday I dad some business 2 attend 2 in Atlantic City. I was going to maybe also, if the weather brightened a bit which it did not, take some [Tennessee Avenue] pictures, and I took my WMG, Mr. EH, down to SSJKK’s great Avenue, which in her great city that mortal man refers 2 as HEAVEN, called SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or the [city of the great Astral Queen, Sarah Krassle], and I showed EH a few sites, 4 one, how the old TRINIDAD MOTEL, changing in ownership twice since my great quest and search 2 find her began in the mid 1990’s, and 4 another, how the ROBERT MCGUIRE’S PITTSBURG HOTEL AND ERIN BAR, also is not the same anymore. It appears to have been fairly recently yellow-colored with aluminum siding, and was long ago sold 2 some one else, by big bully McGuire. Ed heard me stop and pull over to the curb in my old piece of junk auto, and ask a couple of worker looking people who seemed to me might know anything, upon my observing that the place had a sign change, and that it obviously in now owned by a different party, not Mick-gee, as the locals called him and his daddy who built that toilet back in 1902 when my lovely Sarah in human form out was an adorable little tike of just eight years old. Where do I begin, regarding these quickly vanishing history markers????? Turnersville Pathmark, the list is endless. Betcha Frailengers Salt water taffee’l B next. I know that things do not endlessly or even for very long, remain the same, on this crumby mortal realm, but freaking sheese, come on now, give me a damn break, can’t any of U C that something more than totally weird and twisted is being done to me by these sick shit head LAMIST-CULTERS?????????????????

Do what U want to me ya’ Fornicators Upon Consent of King’ing [FUCKING] slobs, my web site is up and part of the real world, and will B getting better every day, as the late 60’s song puts it so darn well my Morians, and lessians too, as U have a right 2 your opinions just as do I. I am here, just as in my song says on the webpage, music from 1988, and lyrics re-written in 1996 for my Sarah-Stacey nightmare life which came upon me like a galloping frekin cancer, the old song in ’88 called PROPHET OF NOTHING, then in’96, altered in title and lyrical content to the song now entitled, DON’T HIDE, YOU CAN’T HIDE. I am not going anywhere at any mortal time soon, as MOUNTAINPEN, so like it or not LAMIST skuzzy slime soup eaters, and as the song says [ I AM HERE]. You have 2 worry now every day forever, 4 just 1 person to believe me and help me, and then U R all done, gone, fine’!!!!!!!!!!!