JOM #9

“LIFE JOURNAL OF ME, FROM NOW UNTIL I AM MAGGOTS #9”
8:13 AM, Sunday, 4 October, 2009, Opening of blog:


Good news and bad news, dear-diary. The good news is that I have isolated the problem, or should I say the newest and most current one, that the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL has caused me. It is definitely my battery back up box from the Staples Easy Store of Berlin, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Obviously if I could physically travel back and remain in the same atomic transdimensional frequency, I would return 2 early May of 2008, and never buy this computer, pack up, and leave 4 some far sway Pacific Island, or South America, some place that hates this evil empire as much as I do such as Americana down in Equatorville.

If I learn later today that the sleazy diseased Voorhees Scum buckets better and also known as the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS Ice Hockey team, R playing a game either this evening or afternoon, U will C a more powerful mother freaking earthquake than all the ones so far, and more. This toilet lapping group of filth, directed by Ed Snyder and Donald Trump, and other WOMO enemies, persecuted me in a special way this morning at my job, using a particular employee whom, they know I detest with an Italian passion times ten to the power of 66, to get at me and mess with me, and sure enough after he did, my greatest and newest roulette system, TOALLY CRASHED AND BURNED. These mother blankers know exactly what they did, Y they did it, and they know that I am totally onto all of it including the seriousness of it all, as if I am ever able 2 defeat this curse, their stupid SALVATION CULT GARBAGE will B wiped out, and I’ll B free 2 live a totally normal life, something I have only been able 2 mother freaking dream about since earliest childhood. This kajucking murk cough butt wipe filth bag is never there early on Sunday mornings, only the other total dirt ball that drives me nuts and screws with me. Both these diseased butt wipe stick in the south dudes R going 2 pay with their blood, but especially this pile of excrement. McGuire taught me the simple way of getting even with an enemy, I have the perfect opportunity 2 make good and copy his evil, and fully intend 2, when they least expect it, and yes, I will leave no freaking finger prints, I watch “Law & Order, BRO”. Yes this evil pile of filth has scored, and now I can totally promise U the following results, starting with, CU later and BYE-BYE PHILLIES, nice 3rd try, but CU next year, they will LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND BLOW OUT. THE FLYERS ON THE OTHER HAND WILL WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN, and as a result of this powerful SPORTS PARALLEL EVENT, the opening bell on Monday will begin the most lucrative week in the history of the American stock market system, and the DOW JONES will fly UP AND UP AND UP straight into intergalactic territory, and move up into 10 and 11 and 12 thousand within days. U will never C anything like what is about 2 happen. Not ever, as they totally blew away my final chance 2B free of this mother yukking HUNTINGTON-CURSE, my brother.

When I came home, the battery back up box was off and dead, now I have the system back the way it was when I first moved in, it merely is plugged into the receptacle directly, until I can repair or replace this piece of shirt, or actually this struck and attacked unit, struck by the what else?, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, huh Doctor Carbon Dioxide Dead-meat-Fake-Suicide-Bermuda-Triangle-Jessup??? UC, I have been dealing with all this triangle shirt personally all my life, I am very angry and have every freaking right 2B. If I did commit murder, I would get a lighter sentence, as the reasons 4 it R as old as the bible, these twisted vomit lappers have totally ruined my entire life that I will never ever get back, not one freaking day of it, looking at this as u all do, on a human and mortal waking world level. There is nothing wrong with the receptacle, they struck the actual back up unit, and when, within 5-10 days after I blogged exactly what I had and how I now had the system hooked up as. Happens every time that I ever open up my mouth, either on a telephone, or any kind of device that is capable of sending and receiving thought, that is 2 say, a tape recorder, the printed page, whatever I can say from a thought in my mind, that later, another separate entity can receive this information and blend it into their thought system, I know this sounds way out and far out, the trouble is tough beans cakes, it is all the total freaking truth!!!!!!! Also, the time on the VCR/DVD menu when I went 2 reset it again, was now June 12, 2028 somewhere in the ‘neighborhood’ of half past eight in the freaking evening. Again it is now reset 2 the correct time, but this is how I got screwed out of the opening season television show, THE MENTALIST. Forget about Sex and the City, Lenny Tevo Briscoe, this is real, and it is happening 2 a real live character, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A system that could not lose, that made units out the butt, and what happens after this parallel-event attack this morning? Every possible number comes out in succession that made the system lose and lose and lose until it gave back more than the entire 335 units that it had made over 20 days give or take. Boom, all at one game of about an hour and a half. Naturally, no professional would gamble away units like that, and would not even bring that many units 2 a table. They all have strict and stringent bankroll rules and systems along with the systems that they play, this is a merged dual-system that anyone not using in real life yet calls themselves a pro-gambler, is deceiving themselves times ten 2 the exponent number 99. Still, if they can ruin everything I ever try and do, whether it B socially, financially, or in any of life’s numerous and complex daily parameters, by using a covert and totally secret and in visible way of pulling this off, achieving and accomplishing my destruction in ways totally invisibly, and never provable in any court of law; then I ask u now, just how do I say, “I’M SCREWED AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED” and not make my mother rise out of her Missourian secret grave, YO??????????????????????????????????

So please miss honey-well Bradley, and others, do not tell me how EASY and SIMPLE things may B4U2 accomplish and how all I need 2 do is this or that, gimme a break. U think I am on the dumb side, while U remain about as clueless honey cakes as a one footed acrobat, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know what is going on. I know WHO and WHAT is and has been destroying and totally wrecking every single facet of my human life since I have stood knee high 2 a child, and still practically do, but I know what I know, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah the story of the great Miss Boswell at Bradley’s Department Store, do U think that is made up fiction 2, Missie? If so, as Mashell at the studio said 2 me in 1980, and I now will echo her sentiments 2U, UR entitled 2 your opinion. I would not have it any other way. I just sit back and try and laugh, and I know what is real and what is not. I am no brainiac god, but what I do know and this is not a whole lot, but that I do know, and it really is all as John Henningsen said so often a while ago, “JUST THAT SIMPLE”. Did the smoking cat warn me that this was all up here? What do U think out there? U know I do not have a coke habit, my habit is worse IMHO. My habit is so bad that if I wake up and take a leak and while doing so eyes shut and dead tired, I happen 2 think a thought and then wonder about something, B4I go back 2 bed, straight over 2 the paper and pencil and calculator I go 2C if it is a match-out or not. Well, it seems others a lot more accepted by this wonderful waking world have learned 2 use this as well. In all honesty, I Am happy 2B of service.

As 4 the game, if I lived down in Atlantic City and could just walk in and out of home and casinos like nothing, and not have miles of separation distance, and with my ability 2 follow the rules of safe betting and applying proper bankroll-2-play-value ratios, and with my discipline and now total awareness of how ETTOS is also a weapon used against me from the MILCO ARSENOL, I most likely could right now, still start this up and /b in business, Huntington Curse or no freaking Huntington Curse. Funny how a small letter inversion changes the word CURSE 2 the word CURES, using the letters of E and S, both of them indeed found in the name KRASSLE. Yes my grandmother who I knew until she croaked when I was 9 years old, and living in Philadelphia, attending the city-Center School, was a fantastic natural soul-traveler, as U would call her, Mister Harold Klemp, of the mighty and enlightened EKANKAR ORGANIZATION. Google it up peeps and get your minds blown apart, YO!!!! Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, she would B in school as a child and the story in the family is told how she was not paying attention 2 the teacher in class, and was so far away in ST that the teacher had 2 practically scream out her entire 3 names over and over again until she ‘returned’ 2 the class and her body, as many of U know darn well, that U all did as well when U were in grammar school. Suddenly she would eventually hear a teacher shouting out 4 the 3rd time, “GRACE ISABELLE HUNTINGTON, RU PAYING ATTENTION 2 THIS CLASS?” How I enjoyed growing up and hearing the family stories as I am sure many others have. The only story that was not pleasant was when turning 16 or 17 thereabouts somewhere, learning that my cousins did not fall asleep with the gas left on up in Braintree, Massachusetts. This is when I learned 4 the first time that I should have been a Collins, and that Dark Shadows the TV show may have some hidden truths and secrets all not so nicely interwoven throughout it. But the big secret 2 my mind at least, sure was not that gas was not the culprit up north back in the late nineteen-fifties. It seems that Huntington is just a name that there really is no escape from 4 me, and being stuck between this ultimate HARD-PLACE-ROCK with Scylla, whether any of this was ever on a waking mind level or not, song-wise that is, it all fits together like perfectly laid cement.

If U all do not stop hurting me, U will C more freaking WILDFIRES, DROUGHTS, FAMINES, EARTHQUAKES, TIDAL WAVES, VOLCANOES, FLOODS, INTERNATIONAL UNREST, AND SO MUCHB MORE, that U will look back at this freaking blog and pray 2 your gods that U had taken my request and warning a bit more seriously, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET THE HE-DOUBLE HOCKEY-STICKS OFF OF MY BACK, ya rotten filthy disease!!!!

I am now terminating this bwog, Elmer Wabbit Fwudd, WHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!