SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0279

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0279
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My mother fucking rotten neighbors are continually disturbing me with many loud noises. After-all, I live in a ghetto housing project, and this is to be expected. Today, around twenty minutes or so shy of one this afternoon, MISTER MONSTER STEREO MAN next door is blaring his horrific music, shaking the walls. The across the hall dude has dozens of friends, a gang of men and women who party around, and obviously love to hang here for a while, many times at all hours, and shout and holler and make all manner of loud sounds for all to hear right outside my thin little wooden door. This went on last night, and is still hot and heavy today. Both of these neighbors are on one hell of a serious roll to be offensive and annoying. They could care totally less whether they disturb other folks, or perhaps, they are doing it intentionally, paid well for their willingness to participate, in making my life miserable. People in this horrible THAT 1970 WASHCLOTH FAMILY or the “K-FAM” for short, are the most likely suspects in my book. I am all ready looking around and plan to move out. My plan is either becoming part of a paid security detail in either Iraq or Afghanistan, or to move to the area of Bismark, North Dakota where the unemployment rate is around two percent, and I can get a security position with overtime, and live in another small trailer park for the 55 and older crowd, somewhere, minimizing the hell of park living. But one way or another, rest mother fucking assured folks, I will survive this shit, MRS. GLORIA GAINER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every day has been BOTBAR FOR ME now for a while. This particular siege has been real bad since about the twenty-third day of November. The blogs show all this to be quite true and accurate. ALSO, THIS IS THE FUCKING WORST NIGHTMARE THANKSGIVING OR THANX-2-GIVENS SIEGE I HAVE SUFFERED FUCKING THROUGH SINCE MANY MANY FUCKING YEARS NOW, BUT WHY NOT, WHEN 2011 HAS BEEN THE ABSOULUTE QUINTESSENTIAL WORST MOTHER FUCKING YEAR FOR ME, IN ABOUT A MILLIOM CUNT LAPPING MUFF DIVING YEARS NOW?

Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis, whose name, my computer tried hard to prevent me from printing out on this document, told me and confirmed what I all ready had fully fucking expected was going on, and that is that, WOMO wants me to anger SCYLLA ALL MIGHTY GODDESS, and for me to break my contract with HER, or (covenant). SHE has kept HER end of the bargain that we made out on Vi-Queens Island recently, and if I break my word and tell HER huge secret, it will cost me in ways a lot bigger than suffering through loud noise, or even any and all of the shit and hell that this evil diseased bunch of Otammite's of the Milituforce, could ever do to me, even all combined together. Still, notice how I said something bad last weekend about the high and mighty super megalomaniac and ultra ego-man, Donald J B Trump; and all hell broke loose around me ever since? Remember how whenever D do a real long super power hitting blog like SJ-CH-0269, same thing again? So it is obvious that I am doing some damage. This is shy, I no longer negatively judge those defending their honer and way of life overseas, who drive a car-bomb into a school or a church or area of cappy control oppression and or occupation. Sure on first glance, this deed is both cowardly in its appearance, as well as viciously inhuman. But this is ALL that they CAN DO. We do not allow them to have super computers or nuke weapons, or anything that can fight us on our level, wo what really should we expect their counter-strikes to materialize and manifest as folks? Everything peeps, is how you see it, and this makes the word PERSPECTIVE, just about the most powerful word in the English Dictionary. It is why the word relative is used so often as well. If only the velocity of light in a vacuum, is the constant, and all other things in one way or another, are then relative to this constant, then again, the word 'perspective' becomes instantly brilliant in the dictionary, as to its powerful importance. This leads up to my connecting in these two thoughts now. If all I am able to do, is blog to a few peeps willing to read some of these words, every so often; then that is all I have; or all that I am able to do, to legally counter attack this horrible fucking enemy , for all the wicked and inhuman and unconscionable stuff that it endlessly chooses to perpetuate against my life and me for 20-60 years somewhere around in there.

Let me illustrate here. I am a citizen, and a victim; of this EVIL EMPIRE, that is much more ruthless than the Roman Empire of the times of Jesus Christ; whether or not, any of you ever decide, and choose; to see this giant truth or not. What can I do? I have to follow the law, or I'll be tried in court, found guilty, imprisoned; and lose even more. In fact, this is exactly what the Camden County Prosecutor ADA Ron Wirtz told me all throughout the early and the middle nineteen-nineties, and he did know quite a lot about my story an my persecution, and had met my mother, my pal David Roth, as well as myself, the original meeting on the afternoon of the 5th day of December, in 1989, one day after my 35th fucking birthday, while I was residing at Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, USAESMWG, Apartment #1102, or my PCN + Donald Trump's PCN.

What peeps do not know is that I used to love the entire smack. I traded stocks, speculated in commodity futures, T-Bills, T-Bonds, you name it and I played it. I did all sorts of things. I tried jobs, schools, careers, relationships, all the things that you take for granted, and think I am merely to fucking mentally ill to be handle to properly handle, and you b judge me, and you have things just about as backwards as it can get without entering and surviving a wormhole experience and entering into an antimatter world where time would be running in a reverse direction, and would be the same second it was on the other side when you step out beyond the event horizon, only now you can see it all redoing itself. This is how many have blatantly chosen to believe things about me. You have it all wrong and backwards. There is nothing any more wrong with me than with any of you. Some of you are better, some of you are not as good, and we all have this situation, just as we all have more talent in one thing or another, and also, less talent in something else here or there. I am no different than any of you, no matter how far out any of these words and blogs may appear to you. You merely have two misconceptions about all of this. First, you do not know my story, and second, you do not have the time to or the desire to, so you will read a little bit here and there, and say to yourself, WOW, this WILD NUTCASE must have just escaped from the banana bin, on top of this, he must have been their leader. Then you never have the smallest desire or inclination to study or take one bit seriously, a few simple facts that do not require lots of your time or serious study. You do not need to go to school and get a degree in Quantum Mechanics, it would help a lot, but it is not needed here, some real simple logic would suffice, just as Star Trek's Mister Spock would say it so well in the 1986 whales movie, when it came to the seemingly insurmountable task of locating George and Gracie, the two Humpback whales that they needed to find. Why not ask questions like, would anyone sane enough to be able to get to a computer, and live on his own, and operate in this messed up bad economy rotten society, and make these incredible and surreal sounding blogs that are claimed to be nonfiction events, and totally the truth, not have some merit, and why if he as he claims, if not being stopped and literally prevented asnd interfered with, will nobody ever anywhere take the remotest chance of believing all this, and trying to help, after-all, say my biggest commentor's that call me the ranter such as on the UM website, randomly choosing the nice lovely person who said whey did after my blogs ended on this “UM” web-blogger-site, after I told a nightmare hell about abuse and neglect, and my having to give up all I had in the world and run for my life, scared and alone, and look what this piece of human disease said to me. If this is rational, this and locking me up for crying at a police station on Route 73 in Blue Anchor, Winslow Township, New Jersey back early in the winter of 2000, and on and on we can go with hundreds of painful examples every bit as big and nasty as these; yet there is no rational reason or rhyme to treat anybody this inhumanly, UNLESS OF COURSE, SOMETHING BIGGER THAN THE MOON ITSELF, IS BEING COVERED UP AND PROTECTED, BY THESE WORLD FUCKING AUTHORITIES, it just leaves no other possibility here, Elizabeth and Darren and Agnes Moorehead.

People's reactions when they stray and deviate too far away from the so-called established norms, tell the story of truth, without any further details being needed at all. When I tried to talk to folks in a very calm, rational, nice, quiet way; in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, back in 1997; they acted as though I was 'ONTO THEM' and 'ONTO SOMETHING'. It was right out of a television show where this kind of thing is the plot in the movie, and it is a really good movie, and all movie goers and basic EW-FABNS know exactly what I am talking about. The same thing happened to my friend David and myself, the previous year; in a town in Pennsylvania, known as Carlisle; a short drive to the west of Harrisburg.

A normal person of normal intelligence, knows fully well, when they are doing nothing wrong, and all hell just jumps out at them and against them. This is what has happened to me now on TYHREE HUGE FUCKING OCCASIONS, folks. I NEED NO PERSONAL INVITE TO THE WHITE HOUSE OR PRIVATE TALK WITH THE PRESIDENT, to tell me this is all real and true, and a nightmare beyond totally monstrous. I would much rather have Collinwood Manor come to life, and die a horrendous and ghoulish death there at the hands of all the characters they could ever have imagined, than to have suffered through the Stanley mess that I find myself in now, and have been in basically all throughout my entire life, worsened in several exact stages, one when Jim Burr told me that Satan was destroying my life and I thought he was a total nutcase at the time, then again when my dad came back after being away from age 9-19, diving on the Treasure Coast where I bow have come to reside; then again in the nineteen eighties, and then in the nineties, when I just had to find the great SARAH, or ELSE; out of the blue, one day!!

Well, there was no way in hell to ever find Sarah, because Sarah was not who or what I thought she had been. This led me onto a path from thinking I was pretty fucking enlightened, into real honest major enlightened thoughts and attitudes about the all-ness of the cosmic reality. When I saw the TV show the other night about the show called STAR TREK, it was clear to my level of KNOWINGNESS, that these great peeps behind it, even great wonderful Gene himself, were all doing no more than opening themselves up, and channeling, and permitting higher truth and higher concepts, to make contact with their lower 90% conscious mind system. This is how STAR TREK came to be, and lots of other great, and well, no so great things such as Hitler and Hell, also came into the carbon-biological condition.

Still, there really is a future, only it is so many of them, you could not keep up with it, and would go mad in seconds if I could force what I know on you in an instant. There are various ways of interacting with 45th dimensional particles, and she is only too anxious for humankind to realize it and move into this new age, for real, not this silly 21st century nonsense, as compared to what I know, it is apes making dumb grunt noises, sorry Selena and daughter. There really is solid helium, and a world made up of objects that are constructed to weigh whatever we want them to, going from 1X10 +100th-G down to 1X10 -100th-G. Solid helium or compressed boxium in a universe I have visited, is a wild place. I live there in the year 2074. My name is Joseph, I go by JOJO, me and nicknames, you know. My car is 26 feet long and 7 feet wide, the entire front to back in a bubble that at the center is 65 inches high, an interesting amount of inches. It weighs about 7 pounds when in motion, and when parked, about 1000 times more. My brakes do not lock wheels, they change the car to weigh a million times more than its mobile-7 for several seconds. There is a lot more to tell, only telling it will cause me to die today. I will however, Maria and Arnold Kennedy, most definitely, ******BE BACH******, and that you CAN most certainly believe.

I will say, the enemy WOMO woke me up with loud music attack, and a major health attack, a terrific nasty mother fucking sore throat. Fortunately, I found a cure for that, and it sure ain't a fucking apple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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