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RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL ---- 082107.688 --- Blog #10

Where 2 begin is now the biggie here, as there is no way and in advance I will tell U that too much has occurred 2 begin to t’hell. The evil empire has scored big time, the market at noon today, Tuesday is up, it was up half a buck yesterday and 2 and one half bucks back last Friday, and the Phillies were destroyed and wiped out creating a full evil sport spire weekend. This is due to the parallel event of my being persecuted 2 death starting back last Friday, JOE DRAGNET!!!! Made an error on PB while Eddie had the system on multitasking, meant to say that I did not know whether or not the home-growns had used the Quietacid on the MTMB, and was thanking them 4 retaliating 4 all the recent torture I have endured from this imperialistic evil empire. I have nothing against a single soul, but for some strange reason I do have a major aversion against being endlessly tortured and tormented. I am not asking 4 this type of help, merely thanking any HG’s 4 helping me 2 fight such horrific evil.

Karen, I have not called U nor come in with my official document against Resorts 4 what they did 2 me, but will B, things R beyond nuttsville 4 me right now, bare with me pweeeze!!!! There R things happening that in about 30% of all timelines/dimensions/universes, and go kitty Kat with your Phillies losing Sunday and the bad mood, but the can cum area paid 4 all this hell, but back on point without purring too loudly, a third or just less of all reality in 5th dimensional hyperspace will shortly B effected by a huger disaster than is humanly imaginable, I do not dare so more.

Hi Jason, thank U for your introductory membership into the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and yes the government’s worm is alive and well, knowing every word I type, as WPUR the CAT RADIO of New Jersey, just announced that the next 10 games that our Phillies play R gonna B crucial, no sugar mister Holmes. Anyway, J, thank you for your readership and glad as hell U were able to score down there, keep up the good work pal, I am with U all the way. Keep wetting your feet, and when U wanna get a bit richer, I will privately tell U much more of the secrets 2 cosmos, all I want in return is knowing another loyal Morian is there.

Soon, I will B explaining my PB need for “ketchup” to the world, and anyone wishing to secure it 4 me can become a billionaire, I do not exaggerate, but 4 now, let us all just go day to day, the world may not B here that much longer, things R indeed happening, and at a rapid rate, we won’t go down this road any further at present minper. No I am not a vampire or a sickie into blood, just randomly picking this item out of thin air, many will never guess what it is, of course I know my former SPR partner knows what it is, and believes none of anything I say, and I’ll fight and die any day of the week for his right to tell me that I am a sick whackadoodle, as he calls me!!!!!!!!!! Who is it hurting big guy, and since I cannot die, who cares????? The Otammite Milituforce, that is who cares, no happiness is ever allowed 4 poor whittle ol’ me!!!!

Saturday the eighteenth of august was off the scale air persecution and siege 4 me. And Saturday was worse. Then despite a major soaking drenching Sunday afternoon rain, a gang of 3 or so bikes with fat slob biker guys and their pussies went up and down the road next to where I work. Hope U all enjoyed getting wet as a river, ya punks and bitch hoes. After the biker attack by the roll soul boys or whatever this gang calls themselves, back on August 2, 11 years to the very day that my mom was terroristically threatened by some scum punk from India, I was so off my game from the siege, that I locked the keys in the trunk and the day was ruined. The whole day was hell. I collided into a kid while bodysurfing and he cried, and no matter how many times I waved at 2 lifeguards outside Resorts Beach and hollered 4 them to come out 2C if the kid was all right, they just sat there and totally ignored me. Guess U can drown there with their blessing, Mister Mayor Bob Levy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Over the weekend, I played a paper game of opposite shooting with Ed Himacane since the air siege was so bad, and I lost 16 more bets than I won. Imagine if I was playing green and he was playing purple, 475 bucks X 16 – the two green outcomes = 475X16-475= profit, and then divided by 2, half 4 me, and half 4 the Cane. Not bad if I have 2 say it. The gods knew I had a major Blog to do Monday, and crashed the Cane’s computer system, giving more time to the evil empire to gain back all their losses on their filthy fucking stinking stock market!!!!!!!!! The Cat and the Government Worm Virus is beyond any coincidence, a minper ago right after I typed in how U can just drown down there, on comes a Comcast Cable advertisement where they talk about drowning and lifeguards, I ask U Mister Sam Waterworks Waterston McCoy, would U believe in all the Mrs. Gaines Grand Jury Coincidences??????????????? I know I am not buying this 4 a single micro sucks seck!!!!!!!!! No. I bloody well would never insult the great Queen, ya Blimy Brit, yea, Earl Grey Tea is the greatest tea in the world IMHO, could drink it all day and night!!!!!!!!

Please remember my readership Morians. 1986 was when I began playing professional roulette in ACNJUSAESMWG, and 1986 was when all this super hell started around me, so do not think 4 a minper that this is not the casino’s doing all of this 2 me, again, this is the final down-stage operation, as all of this is but a dream, and the gods R really behind making my life a living endless death hell. Muzak has been off again and on again with the teasing, and remember that Mary Carter/CIA/Resorts International, it all is one if U properly follow the paper trail!!!!!

The tapes that I used to throw over fences at 3 AM telling my story B4 I learned about blogging, would talk 15 or more years about things U now hear on all of the Sci-fi shows. People to this day tell me that I should watch Matrix or watch the X-files, or that the Steel Pier has a magic spot 600 miles out to sea, and I just look at all of them and slightly smile, and remember that I said all things first, none of UR telling me a godsdamn thing!!!!! I have no beginning and no ending. And UR gonna tell me. The things I will get into eventually, and back most to all of it up with taped sound bites, even some video clips that none of U will ever get anywhere else. 20 years ago, no one gave a piss what their favorite star or music artist did as a kid, but along came my days at RPL, the sound studio that I worked at when I found Donna’s disc of Hair, and the whole freaking planet rolled over, belched, and changed forever!!!!!!!!! The great Coryell Medical Institute in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, another place of employment after my studio days, was where I met a very nice and highly intelligent lady that we janitors all called, Doctor Margret, as this was really her first name, and sahwee Andy, Building Maintenance Worker, he hates the word janitor, and the last thing I want is Donna’s super-dad mad at me!!!!!!!!! Bernie and Andy, what a motley crew they made in the janitorial biz!!!!!!!!!!!

Now a wee bit of discourse on what I termed 20 years ago in my ignorance, EVENTAL TIME WARP. Now I call it an enveloping interlocking of reality. The window or portal to this may very well B early 2005. Wow, how could they have known about my 1996 search to locate the Sar in the Wallbanger world wolves and detectives, I mean really, the 60’e episode where the guys break into a vault through the floor, and the last thing Jack says at the show’s ending was that maybe the 60’s will B over when the girl gets out of jail in 2K5. The show was from 94 or 95, and I had not yet started going nuts with this Sarah mess!!!!!!!!! How could my dad talk to me as a late teen as though he was remembering the late seventies from a future time from there, while discussing star Trek? He was falsely remembering the original show and said the ship was being built from space docks, and we all know, us Trekkers, that it started with the 2 hour movie called, “The Menagerie”, later this became a pilot episode to the original Star Trek, and the name of it was changed to “THE CAGE”. U know, the illusion and Tallosion episode. From here, regular shows aired for 3 seasons when it was abruptly cancelled. No space stations, no space docks, he was in 1983 with shipmates and they got stuck there until the freaking Eldridge, a US Naval vessel, was re-warped back into the middle 20th century, with the help of Albert Einstein~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~ 2005 was when I learned about blogging so that I can tell the world my life story and get my injustices into the public domain while enemies have tried so ferverently and vigorously and tenaciously to keep them covered up and well hidden in their vaulted closets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So enough all ready, what about enveloping interlocked reality? Well, if time is being moved through by future wicked bastards playing games with us poor bugs, a point of connective-ness must always B part of the equation, with any subject that is being interacted with. Many computer kids, kids being 10-28 by the way, to us old fucks, think that they actually own the highway, the tek, the keys to the club, and despise us newbie’s coming in late as we were forced to and really did not want any part of this. Someday, U2 will B old, and not born yet punks will B judging all of U to the Maxim. We do not ask 2 grow old, we all get 24 hours older each and every day, whether we like it or not, hair dye, fake hair, Trump sprays, wrinkle creams, lifts, tucks, and all the rest, not withstanding!!!!!! Reality check everybody, fake it or not, we R all getting 1 day older every day, got it, dig, and gaveech???????? So yes, we all now know that the computer is [1] a necessary tool, and [2] a total must, not a luxury, but a necessity, not the hardware, the literacy!!!!!!!!!!!! The dude that put me onto www.blogger.com and blogging or web logging, said it right to my face, us old fucks are not welcome on the web, and when I said who’s 2 stop us, his response was an angry glaring raised voice snotty, “We don’t have to help U or teach U or tell U anything, U figure it all out for your fucking self”. This was a guy who 2 minutes B4 was talking nicely to me about some entirely different issue, being friendly as hell!!!!!!!

My whole life was raped and robbed, the entertainment industry stole it all, and they left OUT NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!! If 2005 is indeed the interlock, and I could make all my blogs disappear forever, and my website, all my hell would vanish instantly like magic. Of course if I am wrong and take down my website and blogs, I lose more. I always am set up to lose and to fail, the odds no matter what all my life, R always against me, and U ask me Y opposite shooting would have made me and Eddie thousands each at the Atlantic City casinos???????? Y do U think they somehow hurt both of us, my back and legs and Ed’s legs????? Both of us survived, but were both hospitalized at Krassle’s Kessler Hospital horse pistol!!!!!! No these fucking dirty scum bag know what they R doing and how to covertly do it, and forever get away with it, no human group can pull this off, explain spirituality away all U want, ignorant skeptics, I know it is real, my life proves it 2B real, I don’t have faith nor do I need any, I know!!!!!!!!!!!

I told my rear gate next door property guard about the fascitar about 5 weeks ago, and have not seen hide nor hair of him since. He was an atheist with no belief in anything except death and then nothing, I wish!!!!!! U found out bud.

Giant and tall sluts have been on a super roll, on the beach, in stores, everywhere. Aggressive young pussies all over the place, what part of [I AM NOT INTERESTED IN U LITTLE GIRL] don’t u understood, and since I just bloody well just saved myself a bloody nose by not insulting my great teen queen or the Queen, let me finish up by telling the future to please listen to this carefully. This is not fair. Google and Swis R sending U my stuff, and bad send-backs have been coming here and fucking with me for 20-30 years now. Please send back some pop-ups from good labs or forces, to neutralize some of my hell. *I don’t fucking deserve this hell, and I know UR coming back here, it is simple interdimensional technology. Well little queen if the South, I just jumped a country mile when your song just started, Chrissake, thought U were playing ETERNITY WITH STACEY, thought I was magically spirited away to TECK BAY there Garth Brooks, for a minper there bud!!!!!!!!!!

In closing, get a book called “The UFO Invasion” by Frazier, Karr, and Nickell. It is a perfect example of how 2 rights can neutralize out 2 one big wrong. No I agree with these men that it is all bull crap, but things R happening that cannot B explained, and I never saw it as little green germs from Beta seven-AQW. But TTH’s R a reality, and people R getting this phenomenon happening to them. Basically these authors R saying that being totally accurate, one learned in all of this stuff, must logically come to the conclusion that no proof that would survive court-provable-scrutiny exists, where a lawyer straight out of Harvard University looking 2 make new case law and a huge name for himself or herself, could make motions to hall the government into court for deception leading to the endangerment of the civilian population, by covering up alien landings that may endanger all of our lives. Hence, if enough court evidence really was there, some one could make this new case law, and it ain’t happening in case no one is noticing. Yet I know Third Thing happenings R real, after all I get them continuously. This is a bit like a dragnet old episode, not the 21st century garbage remakes, the 60’s U know the good stuff when real talent was in Hollywood, anyway, the episode of the Temple of the expanded mind, where the entire show was a dialog of Friday, Gannon, and the Expanded Mind Temple Cult leader. Tape it or record it digitally, whatever, study it over and over, And it is axiomatic to an imbecile that even though what the two policemen say is diametrically opposed to what the cult dude says, all 3 men R telling major truths and none can B perceived really as wrong. All I am attempting to convey is that something is going on with these things, and if U get another book called, “The Inner World Of Daydreaming” by Jerome Singer, and quickly pweeeze permit me to talk about this daydreaming subject, and you will C some powerful truths, just examine them in your own mind and within parameters that lie within your own personal lives. First of all, daydreaming, verses real trance outs, is a day and night different animal entirely. A real trance, sometimes accidentally un-induced especially in youngsters from 2-8 years, connects one in their so called waking mind into the zone or realm of the ‘beyond’ or super consciousness. This is all the same as calling it beyond or outside the normal waking world. In a prior blog, [PB], I talk about going to the Newton Creek Park in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG in the autumn of 1969, to copy Count Petofi on Dark Shadows, with his famous usage of the I-Ching, and I said my wands were self mad, sahwee, meant 2 say of course self-made. Not that many readers do not think I am totally mad anyway, but that is topic 4 other conversations, where I will mathematically prove 2 a disbelieving and blind skeptical world, that I am totally sane, in that I am not delusional. Many adults can remember trancing out unintentionally and not hearing a friend or teacher or parent call them until it is too late, and U remember coming out of your ‘major daydream’ to hear your name being shouted and a teacher telling U2 pay attention 2 the class and not [wander off], or hear a friend say I have been asking U to let me ride the seesaw with U for a minute now, have U gone deaf? I know I was in a Pennsylvania park by myself, my parents were in the car, and I was about age 6. Suddenly a girl my age was saying she wanted to ride the merry go round with me, as I came out of wherever my mind was, far off obviously, as she said while we were riding it that she had asked me “a hundred times”, I am sure 100 was an exaggeration, but the point has been made, I’m sure. So much for DAY dreams, a little now on NIGHT dreams. A different part of mind or the 6th dimension entirely, but let us now go here. As U know I was given a winning 3 digit New Jersey “pick-it” lottery number, by a huge black cat on a bus, in the MW year of 1980, shortly after doing the 2 dance tunes on my website called Donna 1 and Donna 2, go to www.morianity-foundation.com. The lady that owned the cat said that the cat is always right, but that the number may come out straight up as given, or jumbled digitally, in lottery lingo it is referred to as ‘boxed’. The number was 495, and 594 came out that night, just as the cat said. A dream of mental processes of a normal daily routine, or from overeating and indulging in pizza and ice cream and going right to bed? Sure, right, believe that if U wish. How about aliens telling it to me and playing with me? Nope. Try the gods, the mythological powerful sky beings that historians tell us were created in the minds of Romans and Greeks. But their minds are nothing more than our minds, it is the SIXTH DIMENSION. That is what [MIND] is, and I know this. The book about daydreaming is fascinating, get a copy at Borders, Barnes and Noble, Amazon, or borrow it at the library, and read it, especially the top of page #161.

Lots of beauty queens R flirting with me big time, and I just ignore them, I am not at all interested in anything other than getting my message out to the world, and *I thank the gods 3 some loyal readership. Karen, Jennifer, Wall Street Lambrig Cultists will bury me eventually, and I have proof that WILL STAND UP IN A COURT OF LAW. What R the odds of a normal mortal saying watch out 4 the disasters, and then they come, but no, that is not the evidence. Lots of siege on the job Atlantica Atlanticare Jennifer HRA, just a lettin’ya’ know!!!!!!!!!!!! My world and my hellishness are very real, not imagined nor delusional. Doubters and skeptics and Missourians will fight veheminantly and ferociously, 2 explain away as total myth and bull shit, ANY EXISTENCE OF THE ‘SPIRITUAL’. Skeptics R on a vendetta and absolute life mission 2 do this. R they trying 2 convince themselves first, I sometimes wonder? Try all U like 2 believe that oblivion is a real thing that U will some day B able 2 achieve. U will reach it my ass, none of us ever can nor will, U either exist or UR in oblivion, once U exist, time is a byproduct illusion of that existence, and henceforth, U always have and always will exist, and if U do not exist, then U never did and U never will exist, and have this precious nirvana we call oblivion or non-existence, or being totally oblivious to ant interaction or the void infinity itself. I know what I know, and I know that the so called Lawn Mower Man Virtual Reality Memory Erase Switching System is more fragile than people know. Enough hell and suffering in one interaction can break this MEMORY-ERASE-SWITCH and then U put it together, all of it, just as I have done. It works no differently than a simple electrical circuit breaker or surge protection apparatus. Too much electricity going into it causes it to shut down and protect devices that R connected into it from being fried out, and keeps your walls from catching fire and your residence burning down. Skeptics R actually close to a break, but rarely if ever brake as my switching jack in system has. They fight the last part and basically refrain it from occurring by becoming powerful angry skeptics of [spiritual] things. Just as love and hate, if a man or woman has a great hate for someone of the opposite gender whom at one time they encountered in either a minor or a major romantic way, put the big bet my gambling friends from Calli City that once there was an equally as great and passionate a love as the presently existing hate that now fills the vacuum that otherwise would B there between 2 people that never shared interaction at all.

Certain clockwork precision things R at major work in all of this, the things that never change throughout all of my nightmarish Dogtownism, is what I am referring 2. A quick example, I was home, and it was 90 minutes or so B4 I had 2B at my work site on Sunday. My inspector comes by to check on the guard that I was soon about 2 relieve. At the split second he left the post, as this is all logged in a guard’s book, even B4 the great SORA, we did operate professionally Governor Corzine, but at this split second of his departure, I start getting all kinds of loud civil rights interfering aerial harassment while still at my residence. All through the past 21 years or more in this shit with these dirt bag casino/NSA/CIA/Mary Carter MC, hell, let a utility man or cable guy come over or phone lineman, to any of more than a dozen residences, and major air shit would start, not occasionally or usually, but always, CLOCKWORK PRECISION. Let me B outside concentrically, and I get a telephone call, which can B time stamp corroborated with my caller ID box for a lot of this 21 year period, not all of it, and at the time the call comes, I get a plane or a chopper attack over my car or at the location where I am. This is every time, and the gods only know what pleasure these diseased sickies get out of all this twisted satanic pig shit.

This was literally one of the worst weekends of my pathetic fucking life, and look at the evil empire, Phillies wiped out all weekend, the market up 300 points in 2 trading days, Friday and Monday. Oh yeah, 21 or more years of this fucking hell shit, but I am just a raving delusional lunatic who is making or ‘dreaming’ all of this up, nothing better at all 2 do of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brown eyed bush burner, Kali, Calli, cow, remember, U will always B my endless teen queen, C you tonight at your S16 party, my long haired giant love, BYE-BYE.