TEOHIV-datfile #XXXVI, CB# 23

THE EPOTOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
020508.493.22, Chapter Blog # 23
Date And Time file 000XXXVI
Beginning Transmission:

Well, the morning is going to give way to afternoon this Tuesday shortly, and do I have some necessary things to tell my blog-aud.

I have been evicted by Mullica Township, and have chosen not to fight them, all though I could, I am moving, do not wish to remain where I am not wanted, and the slut owner and another lady, a fat pig nosy gossiping piece of trash, both conspired to do this to me, but my law suit over the poison water is going to knock them all for a major loop and a half, br. Nobody is going to tell me how I can live at my age, and what to do, as I am not doing one thing against any laws, just township and local laws invented to persecute those whom they hate, just as they nailed Al Capone through income tax invasion, it is a way to get you if no other way is available, or their “EXCUSE”. Long ago a dogfight ensued, that led to the movie with Tom Cruise, and I told on prior blogs, how the American pilots made sure before shooting down the men in Libyan jets, that they first knew what there EXCUSE was going to be! This would be disastrous for me, however, Stacey reminded me on Viqueens Island a week ago when this all happened, that we played an old Earth memory game called, “I Packed My Grandfather’s Trunk”, together near her Monolazarium Boulevard shop, for a reason. She told me a few nights ago, seeing this in mortal ways; that this was to orient my thought processes back in mortal waking life, and get me remembering that my grandfather indeed had a trunk, not really, let me explain. The chain and the “Book Of Beach” were in a strongbox that was a wood-working project from my school, that was made intentionally to appear as an ancient sea chest or pirates chest, and this was kept in my bedroom closet in the apartment that I lived in at during the time of all of this nightmare happening to me getting its real foot and strangle holds on me in the tail end of the 1960’s. Next to this was kept a metal, not wooden, box, also with a latch and a lock around it, both locks were combination type locks, and the basic type used in schools and private health clubs everywhere today. Now it was in this metal box that was given to me as a gift by an uncle, I believe if memory is properly serving me, Sandy’s father, cousin Sandy who was part of Sarah Callio’s Quoddy-Mocker teen-queen girl gang, known all over the south Jersey shorelines back in the day, that was kept mementos such as things written to me from my mother, birthday and Christmas cards and short notes after we would have an argument, etcetera, and along with this pile, beneath it were things under a cardboard separator, from much longer back, love letters from my moms parents during their engagement in the first years of the twentieth century. These notes by today’s standards would be considered by all except the most romantically oriented persons, as the epitome of corny, but they really expressed my grand father’s love for his girl, who obviously went on to become my grandmother. They were postcards sent to her by him between the MW years of 1907 and 1917. They had a long engagement as he was seven years older and was in college, and wanted to be proper and wait for both to be in the marriageable position, financially, and socially acceptable. This is not to say that I did not know many persons born in the 1900 circa that were not married at the ages of 14-18, today’s world would be shocked, but it was done more frequently once upon a time. So back to the point, Stacey reminded me of my blogging texts about not knowing about our treasures in our attics and told me I was the pot calling the kettle black and I stared at her while she smirked at me with her lovely huge chocolate brown eyes, eventually giving me her teen-girlish giggle, and she said that I had something of value and also did not even know it. These postcards are old but are of no particular value, but 100 year old stamps are not worth 88 cents, and I have half a hundred or more of them. I Googled around and saw my stamps being sold, the very ones on gramps’ postcards, for $275.00 each. As I said I have 40 or 50 of them, plus some wild looking other stamps in this strongbox. Now Stacey provided my moving money funds, so truck You MULLICA TOWNSHIP, I DO NOT REMAIN WHERE I AM NOT WANTED, just like any other of life’s many parameters, I do not care if it is the most hot awesome beauty queen on the planet for an example, if I ask her out and she says she has a boyfriend or any other of 100 return lines that polite girls use for TRUCK-YOU AND GET LOST, fine, if you don’t want me, then I do not want you. My mom was not a perfect saint, but she raised up a gentlemen despite what any jag officer out there may wish to reply to the contrary, and one of her very philosophic and ponderous phrases I remember coming from her mouth as I was growing up, was just this, that is someone or some situation is out right blatantly saying GET LOST, fine, I GET THE DOGTOWN LOST, and LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But for those that think that Stacey does not take care of people that believe in her and serve her and what she stands for, basically GOODNESS, I offer you all this example, as I have lived from Halloween day of 2000 up to the present time at my crappy trailer park, never bothering a soul, and being treated wickedly by many there from the urine drinking landlady down to most of the crud bag neighbors that I must endure there, and never knew all of this time that I had the funds to move the kit out of this lousy kit house. But when Satan did this recent thing to me, boom, it was my lovely SAR-ah-Stacey, right to my rescue. Thank you BROWN EYED GIRL, I totally BEG you to take me off this diseased mortal life and world just as soon as you can, and what a fascinating coincidence, a major left-side death angel attack is hitting me big-time as I pen this, at MW time on the Eastern Zone, of half past twelve this afternoon.

S[peaking of my evil NEIGHBORHOOD SCUM BAG ENEMIES, ever since the township inspector pile of filth started this persecution of me, my outside light switch that my blog readers have heard me refer to as hacked and shorted out almost constantly, has been working perfectly ever since this just past last Christmas nightmare started. 40 days of it operating perfectly without going out, yeah, I am just a deluded nut 3that belongs put into a dern psycho ward, huh??? If these things were ongoing in your personal lives, dear readers, you would not be seeing these things as coincidences either, and I will bet you huge money on it 2 to 1, if you front up the loot. Speaking of gambling and bookies and betting, and games, the eviction of course is going to turn my life up side down, and you all know that this will keep the FLYERS WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, and simultaneously, the DOW JONES MOVING FOREVER UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP!!!! Every time the NEW YORK GIANTS WIN A SUPER BOWL, STUDY THE DERN STATS, THE MARKETS FLY UP AND UP AND UP, and this is how I knew a week or more before the big game, the perfect storm would fizzle out in New England, and if you study all of my recent blogs, I gave YOU ALL THE CLUES AND THE FINISHING FOOTBALL SCORE, days and days before super bowl Sunday ever came around. This is why I said PERFEWCT STORM, Mister Rosemary Clooney’s son, for NEW ENGLAND, as in the PATRIO FOOTBALL TEAM, and then I added that the market is forever UP AN UP, and all statisticians know the parallel event of the Jessica Simpson thing, and I told about this, and even the “normal” people knew this and were talking about this, but I was talking to the powerful people as well as us tiny-folk. Then I went on to tell U about THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES, the song I wrote, along with succession of three things that all happened in a three-day string, getting EVICTED being the 3rd and final one in 1969, when I was age FOURTEEN. Then I said, special-ed-Jacobson-rehab, all this makes only sense if you all familiarize yourselves with my recent prior blogs, say the datfile blogs from about XXV through this one, XXXVI. I told you it was October of 1972 and I would not reach age eighteen until the 4th of December, during my interactions with Sarah Jacobson and Jerry Heitzmann, so I was how old during the time that Jerry blurted out the words to the great mighty SAR, “YOU ARE THE GREAT SARAH KRASSLE”. So obviously my age measured in years at that time was SEVENTEEN. The ball SCORE was indeed 14:14, was it not, it is all told in my blogs, and if you are not c ionvince3d yet that the future is not a mystery to me, I will be telling much more soon, but I cannot call it revenge secrets, SSJKK had a fit and said that I am THAT BOY, but she is the great I AM, only she gets to have VENGENCE on this diseased miserable whittle pwanet!!!!! The night of the game, at around 5PM, before it started, I was at work playing quanta cards, and verified it all, The greatest system I ever came up with, blew totally away. For normal people, here is Stacey’s Dogtown Permitted Vengeance Secret for this blogging day, or SDPV, as they will now replace the TRS as to prevent her from having a total conniption fit, and this is not something you want to be within a trillion mega light years of when it does indeed occur, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv- FUDD!!!!!! If you do not have a hundred or so horrific dirt ball ASTRAL PLANE GODS after you and wrecking you day and night minper to minper, astral for [mini-period].Here is all you do, and if you are not smart enough to dig this, apologize for treating your local geek like toilet water painted brown for so long, and get him or her to show you what I am talking about, and go to any casino and walk out a rich bitch and a half!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember the nine rows that I taught you how to produce using normal average playing cards? After about 6 rows of these nine picks showing 9 columns of W and L for wins and losses, watch the wins and losses columns as follows: If a win follows a win, the score is plus one, if a loss follows a loss, the score is also plus one, as this is a FOLLOW EVENT. Concentrically, an OPPOSITE EVENT is a WIN followed by a LOSS or a LOSS followed by a WIN. Why these are considered to be following or opposite-alternating events is really kind of obvious to a 12 year old monkey. Moving on, make the columns of a sufficient size so you can keep the score, your first row on all 9 columns is zero. Now at the end of each row of 9, total up the numbers, ignoring whether or not they are signed positive or negative. This TRN or Total-Ranging-Number, is the key to wealth. Once you start to see the score start to go into ranges, you know that betting the entire next row of nine columns should all be made as FOLLOW bets, or OPPOSITE bets. Even during the entire second half of this perfect storm going south to NEW YORK, I picked up 22 units of profit and surrendered 2 and a half units of house edge losses, for a net totals of +19.5 units, hay man, on triple black level, this is nearly 6 grand, and you can do this any day you want, as if I could not be sunk during the guarantee of a bullish market move, [this year’s SB game}, then anybody can do this. Play 10 times a month on triple-black level, and I have just given anyone reading this a guaranteed way to gamble your way to a steady profit of sixty grand a month, just move to an area near a trucking casino ladies and lads.

I have much more to tell, and later it will all get told, but for now, just know that they made SUPERBOWL SUNDAY, the most horrific awful freaking attack on me, EVER!!!! This was the worst day of my entire life, and 2-KATE has been not only two Kate’s too many, but the worst year of my entire Christless 53.2 years of MW MOUNTAINPEN life. This is making DOGTOWN look almost tame.

GOOGLE, SWIS, KSWL, VI, THIS IS MY COMPLETED BLOGGING TEXT OF DATFILE XXXVI. This is all Copyright Protected under MARK MOHR/ MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. Lots of entities will B sorry, you can see, the storms I said in prior blog are just beginning, and MAGNESONIC is on the war path to kick some freaking grass!!!!!!! DATFILE XXXVI now TERMINATES ITS TRANSMISSION, and this is all sworn voluntarily to be total truth containing no omissions and no additions to this total absolute truth.