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“The Gods, Did This Puke Disease Pour It On”
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY PROJECT FROM 1885, CONTINUING HERE
DATFILE: 040209.397.5555555555555555555555555
BEGINNING OF THIS TRANSMISSION:


Yesterday, since both Joe King and the Harbor family branched, as well as their 5th cousin 3 times removed, Cola man, all had warned me against turning on my computer after late on the night of March 31st, and not activating it until at least 3 or 4 or so this moUrning, I followed the advice. The major hacking that I took however, in spite of blogging earlier on in the final evening of March, which is a month I have detested all my life, along with October, 4 bringing me major Helen Payne, an eternal girlfriend that I never can lose, also New-Prince, now known as HELL AND PAIN, between spell checker getting removed from the word program, and when trying 2 post up, a total major hack out, and many other hacks, When they use their famous, and THEY R on a major roll the last few years 4 this, UTILITY ATTACKS, and major continual bombardment of aerial pummeling with continual barrages of punishing crash level and zenithing stalking, Illegally violating and eviscerating my rights as a citizen and may basic civil and constitutional liberties, in combination, and as U can C4 yourselves, it places their twisted evil STOCK MARKET FOREVER IN AN UP AND RALLYING MODE, bullish, forever gaining and racing up and up and up, just as I TOLD U GIANT LOVELY GINA, and all others in my freaking blogaud. ALL FUCXKING DAY LONG, loud very low military and CIA/NSA private owned piper type of aircraft stalked me loud and annoyingly, at the house, and everywhere that I went, without let up or fail. Other larger military jets and fighters and all sorts of their dirt bag crafts also stalked both Ann King Silva and I, all the way down and all the way back from Atlantic City yesterday. Yesterday was more of a day where it would B totally fair of mew 2 proclaim that telling what THEY did 2 me would B better served by putting it in this way. It would say more descriptively, that it was more along the lines of WHAT DIDN’T THEY DO 2 ME YESTERDAY????????? U name it and THEY or WOMO=TAWF did it. I will not even bore U with all of it. Tall girl attacks, MUZAK attacks, teasing attacks, aerial attacks, utility and hacking attacks, IAD people attacks which is on a major roll as well, and kitty kat command is way down, so they know that they have nothing at all 2 lose. Dawn has been running me around like a fucking total slave, and I am a slave 2 this nightmare THAT FAMILY of 1970, and I knew it ever since awakening out of the bloody washcloth nightmares that July, BRO, using forward mortal concepts!!!!!!!!!

Now let me tell U a little more about how I was not supposed 2 ever get here in the first place, or dream down off of the Astral Plane, as the current me and in this current and present life time. U now know about the Roadtrip out west 2 San Francisco, California, USAESMWG, that my parent took in the middle if 1954. My mother was pregnant with me at the time. U know about the truck drivers strike and how these drivers tried literally 2 intimidate and even murder my parents by forcing them off cliffs on high winding mountain roads where there obviously were no witnesses around. U know about the Earthquake, and U also know about the automobile breakdown. My mother was extremely powerful and could pick me up and throw me like a rag doll all throughout my teens and beyond, yet being forced 2 push a heavy large car for 3 miles into a small town near the outskirts of the Arizona desert, was not all that great 4 a woman early into her middle trimester of pregnancy, and certainly this translates into not good 4 the potential unborn child, in this case, old Mountainpen or me, BRA!!!!!!!!!!! If U choose 2C all of this as a string of bad luck coincidences, as well as all those events that followed my birth right up 2 and including the very present moment, UR totally free 2C it your way, and B a total butt wipe!!!!!!!!!!! What U do not know is the stranger that my parents ran into hitchhiking, please don’t get a heart attack beautiful Vera Miles. Anipoop y’alls, this man went on 2 become a life ling friend of my father’s. When the trip was over and they eventually made it back on the east coast, this man had shortly thereafter inherited a sizable sum of money and started a small business that grew and became quite successful, and went onto find my dad and hire him. This was my fathers’ best life opportunity, and he was finally making a nice living at this firm. A year later he and mom bought a home in Levittown, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG, and all was going well. Dad came home nervous one night after we were living there about a year or so and told mom that his boss sold out 2 another man who now owns the entire firm, and permitted him 2 remain in the firm and my dad as well, still under his friend. But his friend no longer being the owner, needed 2 remain with the company in order 2 insure my dad also having job security at this position. My dad worried about this as my mom later reflected on this upon occasions, and told me as I grew older, all about it. A few weeks after this change was made, my dad’s boss and friend was in a car crash, and left this veil of tears. 3 days later the new owners gave my father the pink slippers, and made him walk away from the best job that he was ever destined 2 have. When my dad came back from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USAESMWG in 1974, in middle January, the seasons in the sun were really about 2 change for all of us, his son, and their seasons, Terry-J. My dad while mom was in Philadelphia one day at her job, told me at the age of just 19, the real story of everything, the sea treasure, where it exactly is as of then, things drift in mighty oceans over time, even when buried under lots of deep sand and sediment, as well as the story of Monica, the mysterious wife of his old boss and friend from nearly a Briper ago, back in the late fifties, and of course, right after the death of Herbert Huntington, that sent the 2000 year long curse rushing straight at me, at the force and water-speed of Niagara Falls. It seems that Monica had engineered this fatal crash, not once, \but twice. My dad told me that he was in the car with his boss at the time in the late fifties, and that just 6 months B4 he returned north 2C and visit with mom and me after not seeing each other since I was about 9 or 10, Terry-J. Fascinating that this song came out by McEwen and his co-writer at the very same time that my father contacted me, and my dad was working with men who were selling and promoting records, and knew these writers, of that great hit song, “Seasons In The Sun”. My dad brought with him a huge cardboard box containing a ton of vinyl record 45 speed single promo records, all saying on them, “4 promotion only, not 4 sale”. This was on every single label. Back however 2 this strange Monica character. My dad and I did laundry one day and without his knowing it, out popped a few papers from a small clip, not a wallet, and one fell out in plain view, and I was loading the machine at the nearby local laundromat while dad went 2 the car 2 get a pack of Winston cigs. The paper was a marriage license of both my dad and this Monica lady, last name not remembered. My dad B4 he left 2 go back a while with his Arizona friend Bill Kirtland, all involved in the treasure shit along with the 2 famous men at the time, and still recognized names in the salvage trades of today, Kip Wagner, and Mel Fisher, who lost his son 2 the sea, and Stacey told me Y, but that is another story 4 another freaking ass day, BR!!!!!!! Long story short as possible here, my dad through the back door basically admitted 2 me that he was not the same man who bore me in this part of hyperspace, that he had crossed over and left his crew of the USS Eldridge when it somehow skipped into a worm hole caused by a device that was wired up all throughout the entire battleship, by his friend Albert Einstein. I promised my fucking dad that I never would tell the world, but enough is enough is enough is enough, Babbs and Don!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He said that it was not fair that he had 2B broken into 2 pieces, and that this piece was really a young man who had now become suddenly 30 years older, and he never fathered me, the other duplicate that remained on the ship is the one that did, and now he had lost all this time and was an old man way ahead of his time, and that Bill Kirtland was part of a research team that was looking into positronic fielding experiments so that he could B turned back younger, the age he should B just not in this time. He told me that he went all the way into the year of 2057, and saw a list of people, and found out that he had fathered one child, a son, me, that I was born in December on the 4th at 9:30 in the morning, and will die in the middle of June in the year of 2031. At the time, I thought my dad had totally like lost or something, only now, and in lieu of all that has happened 2 me and being fucked with constantly by the fucking military, I am not so sure that he was mad and crazy at all. He knew things and told me things about Star Trek movies where the ships were built on platforms in space, and how new spin off shows with new actors would spring from these movies. He knew things that today, blow my fucking mind, there is no doubt in my mind that the United States Military and Government is indeed covering up time travel, and hyperspace crossing. They R the alien force and the saucers we C in the sky. Don’t let this twisted fucking lying disease tell any of U Ufology buffs any different, I know it is not so, I know things, BR!!!!!!!!!! And yet, reality as I have come 2 learn, goes far beyond what any of this twisted illness could even possibly start 2 freaking fathom. Bill Kirtland and his friends R also friends of the people that Roger was with a few months back in the outskirts of Tulsa if my information is correct. He comes back here whenever there R any family changes, he likes staying in the loop, and there have been changes, as many may or may not B aware, and I really could care less right now about telling anything. I live in my own hell, and never asked THAT FAMILY 2 involve themselves with me, but they do, and they use Ann and Dawn tremendously, especially when they drift off 2 sleep, I know this, I know the secrets of THAT FAMILY, and how powerful they R and what they can do the minute U drift away from the waking world. Thank the gods I was not here Sunday when the party got going and the barbeque, and the loud music. Dawn was telling me she had her 6th cuz blaring away and all of Hammonton was listening. Good 4 her and all of them. When I listen your cuz, I appreciate it in a softer way, I am old, and I do not like loud music. She was blaring her this morning in the truck that I was forced 2 drive somewhere so Chicky could get an inspection sticker on it. She says to me, “U worked in a studio, I don’t understand YU don’t appreciate loud music, and on top of that U call my cuz your brown eyed girl and act like U want her singing 2U day and night”. There is no explaining things 2 children in their forties, they R way 2 young 2 understand older people, we live in an entirely different realm. I will always have a special place in my heart for your 6th cuz MC, Dawnie, but not at eleven plus bells of sound pressure level. Also, I never said she is my brown eyed girl. ?I* will always call her that, but when I failed 2C all that was needed by the time Ernie sent me on that famous wild coaster riding journey that loops around forever, that ended that, I accept reality, and when MC says it is STL, it is STL, and that is that. If someone would show me a way out of this endless fucking hell nightmare and how I can escape this horrific THAT FAMILY, I would B their willing slave 4 all fucking eternity!!!!!!!

As far as I am concerned, this entire world can go blow the fuck up in space, it would solve and end all of my nightmare problems, 4 a few seconds, until I re-dream it all right back again, huh Ernie boy??????????????

Hay Rog, do not worry about Monica or anyone of those diseased dirt balls at that silly institute, personally, I think everyone on Earth should go rot in hell, and that is my attitude, as we all R just a bunch of filthy rotten twisted diseased sinning scum bags that need 2 know the wrath of the gods endlessly. That would fix out fucking wagons bit good. I worked out your system at RIHC yesterday in ACNJ, and I randomly chose black and red, since both the even and odd and the black and red came in with 3 straight simultaneously, BRO. I am glad I did, as I made 4 units minus a house vig hit, but could have waited 4 a stop out, but just quit with about 350 bucks. I think I used what is called by me, electronic event lock, or EEL, oh don’t start me here old buddy, did U ever check out what I told U at the cigar shop when wee first talked last autumn BR???????? Since I had just printed a positive run on a hypothetical outcome on a prior blog using the red and black parameter, I went with that as it was also on the red play mode at the real world casino yesterday. Ann said 4 me 2B sure they had not changed the rules and still allows players 2 write down numbers in roulette, and they do, but she said she did not want 2 get a message that I was getting beat up inside some security booth, so I asked a guard and he said that it was still allowed at that game, just not at cards.

Stacey my beautiful Atlantic Ocean, I enjoyed so much coming down 2U and playing our favorite game that we play out in reality, as well as here in this dumb dream. I love it when IU chase me back 2 shore, UR so beautiful, my lover. Will U let me B with U forever, my teen queen????????????

Hay Rog, I think however U told me 2 use in the case of simultaneous events of a tripleton, the one with the fewest opposite events going back 2 the start. U were with me last night in this really far out interaction, and so was your cuz but only 4 a quick flash where she walked by and laughed and told U2 stop showing me so many gambling methods, then U laughed, and I just stood there looking stupid while she walked on with a couple of her girlfriends. Then U said something and I think it was this, so on your next note RC, please tell me if that is what U were meaning 2 tell U, or even if U have any waking world memories of the interaction/event, and in any case, this would have worked as the odd and even would have lost and had more evens in the past game, than the red and black did by a ratio of 2:1. How I love walking into a freaking casino and in 20 minutes, walking out with 2-5 hundred, makes U feel light on your feet, almost dizzy, but I was born that way, and Tommy Roe says that the flip side is being all jammed up, so I guess I’ll gladly take DIZZY. Also Ann King and I enjoyed a nice sandwich in the restaurant on Ann’s comp. I got a corn beef on rye and it was beyond delicious. Casino food in general is terrific, my very favorite on the strip is HILTON, at their buffet overlooking my lovely Sarah-Stacey, (the Atlantic Ocean). Yes this father of mine Rog never married my mom or had me, isn’t hyperspace wild? The Lakehouse is wild also, in some parts of hyperspace, and I have had good times and bad times there, the good of course is watching your cuz swimming or hearing her singing and making up new songs that no one here in this universe most likely will ever get 2 hear. Y me, ROG????????????

Google, Satellite World Interconnection System-)SWIS), and King Soifer WL-of 2297, this is all copyright in the name of 1 Michael Windbag-Wayne Mountainpen-2009. As long as they have me 2 endlessly persecute and harass and destroy and violate, JUST WATCH THAT CHEATED FIXED EVIL DOW JONES as it forever soars like a freaking eagle, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, and watch the Phillies BLOW THEIR HOME OPENER AND HAVE A ROTTEN ASS SEASON, WHILE THE FLYERS GO ON AND TAKE SAR STANLEY’S HOCKEY CUP, the cheaters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The world was never meant 2B fair, if it was the moon would B made of green cheese and Santa Clause would not just live on the Astral Plane, that is powerful truth. Yes hyperspace does create lots of steps, Monica would B my hyperspace stepmother, right Trinidad? Oh well, after I’m dead, the Atlantic City Police Officer will help my poor pathetic mother and I escape that horrible Trinidad Detention Center. But then, I should have never tried 2 gain access into Sahasra Dal Kanwal as Rictafarius, that is a ‘total like no-no’, and the INS only exists down here on the waking world realities because it first exists higher in the Astral Heavenlies, as the AWA. The Mighty Millionth-Council hates me 4 many reasons, and one is because I have no planes on just going away quietly. FUCK U!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All things on these blogs R truths as best as I know it. Blahhhhhh and bleeeee and blummmmmmmmmmm.

END TRANSMISSION, BR!!!!!!!!!! AWA can KISS MY REVERSE SSA!!!!!!!!!!!!!