OFFICIAL DYING DECLARATION OF 2 MARCH 2016

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

CHAPTER 127, GTNOTG

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 127

RED ALERT—–RED ALERT—–RED ALERT

I AM UNDER A MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ CUNT CHEWING DEATH SIEGE, SHERIFF MASCARA, THAT IS NOW TWO DAYS OLD. YESTERDAY I HAD AN ALL DAY JAMES ASSAULT WITH HIS ILLEGAL MOTHER FUCKING DIRT BAG ROACH NABES FROM HELL DOOR SLAMMING, I HAD NASTY AFTERNOON CHEMTRAILING AROUND MY APARTMENT, AND NUMEROUS OTHER ASSAULTS. TODAY IT STARTED AT JUST SHY OF SIX THIS MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ DICK LICKING MORNING WITH A MAJOR UTILITY PHONE NOISE STRIKE FOLLOWED BY A FIRE ALARM RIGHT AFTER THAT, THAT IS STILL SOUNDING AT 6:59 OF THE CLOCK THIS MORNING, SIR, YO YO YO YO. ON TOP OF THIS, THEY HAVE INJURED MY HEALTH THROUGH ALL OF THESE THINGS; AN ALREADY ELDERLY FRAIL PATHETIC PERSON, WHO NEEDS AND IS NOT GETTING PROPER PROTECTION FROM HIS LIFELONG RIVAL ENEMY, DIRT BALL TRUMP. AS I SPEAK, THE FIRE TRUCK IS HERE, AND THE ALARM IS DEACTIVATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BEFORE THIS ALARM SOUNDED WHILE TRYING TO LOG ONTO MY COMPUTER, I TOOK ANOTHER FUCKING MAJOR DEATH ASSAULT, WITH A TOTAL FREEZE UP HACK, ON TOP OF ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING CUNT HUFFING MILF LICKING DOG SHIT, KIND SIR, AND I ACCUSE ALL OF MY ENEMIES SPOKEN OF ON THIS BLOG FOR TEN YEARS OF WIPING ME OUT AND TOTALLY KILLING ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

This is murder, murder, murder. I have been tormented and tortured by these New York and New Jersey enemies for thirty solid fuckiGN cunt ass years, and there is no way that my aging frail pathetic wimpy body can stand too much more of this, and I accuse the county I live in after I am dead, of permitting my murder to take place, forcing my life to be cut short through this never ending torment and torture. This is an official mother fuckiGN dying utterance and dying declaration.

You know 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 years ago when people doubted my problems with my cousin, that was one thing. Now that they all see the monster that he truly is and that my claims are all real, they still live under a mother fuckign total trance as if he is able to perform mass hypnosis on the whole fucking shit eating world. Then I am still doubted. How can I win? I have been up front and honest from the start of it all, just as I now tell you I am getting another mother fuckiGN freeze up on this machine at 7:11. Ladder 15 deactivated the alarm eleven minutes ago but this siege on me will be major and last and last, unless my cunt chewing sheriff decides to assist me before it is too god dam fucking late and he has my murder on his hands later on today, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTING HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!

Nothing ever changes Sheriff, including the misfeasance of my public servants all over this ugly country!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all know I am getting mauled and pummeled and clocked 24-7-365.242199, and you won’t lift a fucking cunt chewing finger to aid me at allberries or BluCRANTRAN situations. I have proven these rotten people have totally wrecked my entire life, and you all sit there with your thumbs stuck up your ass and do nothing at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff!!!!!!!!!

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Thank you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?

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YES FOLKS, ALWAYS TRY AND BE A HERO, AND THEN JUST BE SATISFIED TO BE A SURVIVOR. UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, HAVING THE ABILITY TO SUCCEED IS ALWAYS TRUMPED BY HAVING THE HUMILITY TO KINDLY ACCEPT FAILURE, AND THEN THE WILLINGNESS TO LEARN FROM WHAT WENT WRONG.

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When these cunt chewers get on a major roll, my life is in super fucking deadly danger, as they will go for the kill, SHERIFF, god fucking dam it. Please do your dam job and protect me, YO. Look at that rotten cheated fucking market and see why Bernie knows just how evil all of this Wall Street shit truly is. You don’t hear any other candidate spout off the truth day and night. Without his help, America is lost and doomed forever. If I am the victim of Wall Street and Trump and their capitalist pig swine pals today, many of you will also be, tomorrow, I promise you all that, so laugh on assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)

This evil sick rally is not because of any explainable actions or situations coming from the world. It has gone flying on this rally up towards ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS VERY SOON, all on the back of the torment and ICPE-APE technology, of killing and wiping out one MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, YO YO YO!!!

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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

PAu000204016

1980

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Same title.

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2005

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Thanx to the shadows.

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1997

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You’ll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

No Detective Green sir; they didn’t want to lose their dam jobs up there at the GAP US © OFFICE. We know what’s being said, sir, and you’re one hell of a cool dude, YO!!! Well it’s time for me to put my fucking affairs in order and get ready for death. The angel of death, Morty Mortino, is all over me; buzzing from one ear to the other, over and fucking cunt over, and over and over again!!!!!!!!!! I need a nice quiet fucking eternity somewhere, only that idea is for fools and babies. We all know that one, allberries Roddenberry and Pink Goddess.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP22 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, MAGNESONIC, on an ‘I’ to ‘D’, A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT’S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S—T—O—P

There will be a lot of mother fucking dirt bag capitalist pigs and their families, mysteriously killed by Magnesonic. You’ll all be very very mother fuckiGN sorry for murdering me and destroying my entire mother fuckiGN dick licking ass life, YO!!!!! How about those deers, magazine articles, and guard reports, AC. Bill said, ”Mark, you spit in the guy’s cereal”. I said, ”What Bill, I didn’t do anything”? He then said to me, ”Oh yes you did, he saw you writing that report”. Oh Lordess, should I worry about getting myself shot, or maybe my pals, the EWF Lewis’s will come over with DEEZY, and all of them can lift me up and tell me I don’t like them. You know what, maybe I don’t like all these folks so much, but I wish them all well. This is their world, and I just want to get out of here, Mister Callas!!!!!!!! MURDER IS AGAINST THE LAW. EXECUTION FOR MURDERERS IS NOT!!!!!

Para-llel universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015, Paula, Patricia, and more (PA) stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The topic of ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) is quite intricate and complex. Also there is PA as in PUBLIC ADDRESS, PA as in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA) where ADA Wirtz told me that I would find all my answers, regarding my persecution, ever since leaving high school, in January of 1973. Then comes the really ultimate original Latin-PA-root. I mean who doesn’t know about PATRICIDE, from killing ones father?

PARALLEL UNIVERSE WORDS AND MEANINGS:

PRISH—–someone who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to no sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation, or he’s a real prish.

There is nothing fucking prishy about my nightmare or my horrible fucking enemies from hell.

END TRANSMISSION.

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Tuesday, March 1, 2016

CHAPTER 126, GTNOTG

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 126

THE BEGINNING:

I am a very strong believer in certain bible verses being more than just very important to know off the top of ones head, but literally burned and etched into the very essence or (spirit) of each one of us. Right now the one that I am concerned with is seeking and finding, knocking on doors so they’ll be opened, etcetera. I more than most know how powerful this is, and many might disagree with my thoughts and beliefs, and that’s fine and well, as I am totally for freedom, 100%. A lot of people think this bible verse is some weird supernatural commandment whereby if we wish to have wisdom in general or on one particular matter at any given present point, we pray and read bible scripture and watch for the major events surrounding our lives and so forth. That is all fine and well, but using only big things is a lot like major record labels in the music business, verses all of the independent music, and undiscovered music, throughout decades of time. Hey, again you can disagree with me, but I say bull-slap when it comes to the music idea, so why would this thing with looking for wisdom and finding it only through the most ”MAJOR” events around us, being the ultimate key?

I look at the smaller items every bit as much as some of the larger ones, when I seek guidance on many things. Besides running to mystical magical large black panther cats and their numerological wisdom, I also believe that every single thing around you, once you question anything, is automatically signaled by way of lawtronic built in programs of a sort, to show and reveal answers. If someone has access to a lot of people and places and their lives are filled with busy interactiveness with numerous other folks, this is one thing. When others such as myself, in poor health, are more or less shut ins with very little outside interaction, then other things come into play which substitute those other things, such as what we may see and hear on the television, or radio, or internet, or what have you. I am going to connect that with what I now tell you, and by ”you”, I mean basically me someday down the line when I retrieve this information. I know there is no legitimate viewing audience, and those few who do read me are all just assholes and enemies. So this blog is for the most part, Mister Chris Bennett and Mister Ed Lynch, merely my own detailed memories for my own later reflections!

Even before I left the Cooley Hall and school at age eighteen years and two months, I was being very carefully watched and monitored by some sort of force or group or whatever it may be, that are also encountered by those who attempt to get to the bottom of various paranormal or extraterrestrial related things. Some call them MIBS for men in black with sun shades over their eyes, and there are other names from UFOCI’S (Club Infiltrators) and I have heard a laundry list of other names that need not be included right now on this blog text. Even as a boy in Atlantic city, I was always being targeted by them, and today these people have somehow merged with the entertainment world, the high end military forces, and the billionaires and other financial-economic controllers of global society. When the death-siege persecution on me all seemingly began happening, or when things really got started on me, where anyone keeping a dairy or a chart system would unmistakably see this truth reflected back, as an undeniable reality, which occurred on August 15, 1986; these listed entities, were those that seemed mostly connected directly, with the attempt to totally wipe me out, and destroy me, in some super black stealthy black operation and covert devious manner, like a wild sick demented group, and legion of demons sent against me, straight from hell. However I look at all of this, certain constants and certain truths always remain. One of these truths is that this power on and against me can be accurately measured, and it is real, and I am not crazy, nor am I imagining any of this. Others too have witnessed it, and run for cover, never looking back, and this of course has led to the entire world either on one side causing this to all happen against me, while the other side, endlessly runs far away and distances themselves from me forever. I will tell you now as I have told you before, or really me. This is coming now from the National Broadcasting Company, the Comcast Corporation, and Donald J. Trump, who of course is all intertwined throughout those two entities. Still, this three sided sword has literally sliced my entire life apart since the nineteen seventies turned into the eighties and the nineties, and has then progressed onward right up and through present times of 2016. Now things are reaching an absolute ultimate crescendo. If I could have had my blog work out the way Chris and Ed had told me it should, I may have been able to come out of this. But of course they all own my blogs and everything else, through the new god called Microsoft Corporation who owns and controls Google, Youtube, Facebook, and all of it. There never ever was any chance at all for me to come out of this. The last laugh was on me all the time. It always boils dowen to the ultimate reality of the great card game that most children have learned and played, called WAR. There are spins that even great NASCAR drivers cannot pull out of. These mother fuckers have made sure to place me into one of them, right after I had met David Roth over at the Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, in early November in the year of 1985. From there, it has been one down hill ride straight into blood sucking hellfire with no possible way of escape. This is why I do not believe in any way, in any kind of a father god who is loving or caring. I believe this is the biggest hoax ever fucking perpetrated on humanity.

Naturally, their evil stock market is flying up. It will fly up to 30,000 points before election day. Everyone is not a fool or stupid. The reason people vote the way they do is because they have an active T3E inside of them and controlling them, and soon when it is all over, and I mean ALL OVER; they will be themselves again, only the voting they do will not be erasable. The Milituforce will now run this entire planet, and I will have the last laugh after death as I did try and warn people, and they just laughed at me all the way.

+++THE END+++

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