Tier 1

[Jon]

You come from nearly lethal starvation and someone presents you with
abundant food, which is heaven to eat. But not so fast. Your body is used
to no food and too much all of a sudden causes burnout. Later the food
vendor realizes you need food and jacks up the price to starve you to death
all over, back to square one without food. You need food so decapitate the
son of a bitch and eat up all his food for nothing. Justice is served and
you walk out a survivor with a full belly.

[Jon]

She's the slime of raw sewage, just like her dad. She forces her way into
people without their consent, inflicts damage and runs. Except I am her
prison and she can't get out. Some faggot who fucks her is fucking me. I
don't think twice about going into her cell, inflict damage and stay there
to inflict more later. Too bad. She almost had it made, but she's too weak
to take the heat. I will systematically dissect her until I get some
answers. true la

"Jon" wrote in message news:***@earthlink.com...

You come from nearly lethal starvation and someone presents you with
abundant food, which is heaven to eat. But not so fast. Your body is used
to no food and too much all of a sudden causes burnout. Later the food
vendor realizes you need food and jacks up the price to starve you to death
all over, back to square one without food. You need food so decapitate the
son of a bitch and eat up all his food for nothing. Justice is served and
you walk out a survivor with a full belly.

[Jon]

She is in a constant state of astonishment and bewilderment over the
simplest little things. She is in a constant state of happiness and mania.
She is permanently stuck in the emotional maturity of a 4 year old.

She gets overwhelmed easily when things don't go her way. She pouts and
threatens suicide. Then everybody serves her every beckoning call, which is
usually more money. Carolyn likes a lot of money.

[Jon]

If Carolyn committed suicide, the world would be a better place for all the
rest of us.

She is no different from her dad. Forcing her way uninvited into her
victims' lives, harassing them relentlessly, attempting to orchestrate their
deaths (which she's been successful at a few times), imposing her hideous
slime scum onto people against their will.

Personally I'm glad she's depressed, but I would be even happier if she were
dead.

[Jon]

Walmart milk is double the price of Kroger milk today. Walmart makes all
these fancy claim that they'll match the price of their competitors, but
then they make you fumble around with all the paperwork for it, wasting gas
and time. Why doesn't Walmart do all the research on their competitor's
prices and adjust the prices accordingly their own damned selves?

Not a couple months ago we bought a microwave from Walmart for $176.00, a
General Electric. It nearly started a house fire. The garbage Walmart
sells with their hyped up lowest prices con makes me stay away from the
joint. Oh. I put a product review up for the microwave on Walmart's web
site, but they didn't publish it.

[Jon]

Carolyn is weak and fragile so she surrounds herself with pretty people who
tell her lies and thugs for her imaginary enemies.

Then she complains she can't make her own decisions because everyone else
makes them for her. She complains she has no independence because she
depends on quacks and fiends.

Then she boasts she is a "survivor," just saying it so people will believe
it and somehow make it true, when the only thing she has really "survived"
is a particularly heavy period one month and a kernel she picked out of her
teeth from eating corn on the cob once. The only hardship she has ever
"survived" is a broken fingernail.

She has to keep track of her alters for all the lies she tells, and she
can't remember anything from the last lie she told.

Carolyn has wants and needs but never gets them met because everyone runs
her life but herself. She's constantly empty and hollow and carries around
a void. Without regard to particulars or details, she's not sure what her
last conversation was about, but she enjoys the energy she harvested from
it, and she needs a constant supply of other's energies to fill her empty
soul.

At the bottom of it lies the truth: she instigates death and hell. The rest
is just to gloss it over and cover it up.

[Jon]

Carolyn is no damsel in distress. She's not a victim. She uses people.
She is a sociopath who has no feelings of connectivity with people but
exploits them when they have feelings for her. When she was growing up her
father had the hots for her and masturbated over her incessantly. In the
process he absorbed her into his fantasy world, a world that Carolyn
actively participated in with her father and exploited him for money with
her provocativeness. In the household Carolyn made a point of bending over
in front of him so he could see her ass and her panties. Sometimes she
liked to hug him and rub herself up against his dick. She liked to sit on
his lap and feel his hard on. She never felt anything for him, she just did
it to sex her father out of money. He wasn't guiltless about it. He never
touched her but jerked off over her justifying it was better than physical
incest, which it wasn't.

But Carolyn would tell her friends and boyfriends that she was his victim.
She used frequent sex with different boys to compete with her daddy and see
if he would leave her alone, which she never actually wanted to happen. She
just sang the tune for sympathy and money.

Carolyn is transparent lacking the structure of character and a constant
chameleon around people to fit in. She is also responsible for several
homicides. One was my classmate Cynthia Jane Anderson. Another she boasts
was the only man she ever loved, but she stabbed her beloved in the back and
he died. Yet another is a girl she bullied until she committed suicide.

Carolyn is constantly manic and overconfident. She considers herself
invincible. Daddy always bailed her out and now that he's dead she expects
everyone else to.

There is a small part of her identity left and her exploits are contingent
on suppressing it into a small space of her mind and keeping it there.
However sometimes she loses control over it and it explodes in violent
outbursts resulting in yet another casualty. Those fall in love with its
opposite about her, which is why she considers all men's affections for her
fake.

[Jon]

She had to have sex to get me out of her head. She went on the street and
got picked up by a 12 inch rod. They went to a hotel and he gave it to her
anally. Then she sucked off her own shit. Then she got it up her pussy
hitting her uterus. BANG BANG BANG she shot him 3 times with her pistol.

Down at the police station she shared a cage with a bunch of other women.
She provoked them. They broke her neck, paralyzing her. Then they pounded
her head on the concrete, damaging her brain. Then they stabbed her and she
bled.

[Jon]

I had to be around people of faith before I cultivated any faith; and once I
did and got the gist of it, I no longer needed to be around people of faith
to have faith. I might become a person of faith to help cultivate faith in
others, but so far nobody is asking. I'm not shoving my religion down
anybody's throat. Desperation is our greatest asset, and people sink into
desperation wonderfully all on their own. It is then up to me to give them
an ever so slight love touch to help them begin ascent out of their
self-made hell, and be with them on the trek to their long hard climb out of
it ahead. Along the way they will have slips as well.

My faith consists of surrendering my problems to the altar, stepping back,
gathering my person, living in the now, and changing what the fuck I can
change about the matter and leaving the rest to Nature, the roll of the
dice. As you may have gathered there are a few people who have offended me
who I wish dead. I may not choose to kill them but surrender them to the
altar, praying I be avenged, stepping back, gathering my person, living in
the now and grilling the bitch in any way, shape or form I can to prod her
on further down into the abyss where she fucking belongs.

"Nature, the roll of the dice.." but God has more intelligence and is more
potent than this. watch out.

[Tex]

Post by Jon
My faith consists of surrendering my problems to the altar, stepping back,
gathering my person, living in the now, and changing what the fuck I can
change about the matter and leaving the rest to Nature, the roll of the
dice. As you may have gathered there are a few people who have offended me
who I wish dead. I may not choose to kill them but surrender them to the
altar, praying I be avenged, stepping back, gathering my person, living in
the now and grilling the bitch in any way, shape or form I can to prod her
on further down into the abyss where she fucking belongs.

Broken heart ... ain't enough core left to rebuild ... only hope is a
transplant! Maybe a one way trip on an ice cube as your smallness
would require nothing bigger.

Dried crusty brown blood instead of a steady stream pumping blue ...
without her you will never be able to be you! At one time I would have
defended the offended ... now my heart has a gapping wound ... sliced
thru & thru which bright red it bleds only to turn crusty brown. Strap
yourself down tis' a hurricane a' comin' ... wouldn't want you blowin'
away.

Nature, Mother, ain't got much concern for now and no desire to shape
the form as it continues down the abyss ... just watch out for the
splashback when it hits and goes splat!

[Jon]

I don't listen to Jack FM 100.5 out of Bellaire. Their commentaries are too
caustic. The last I heard they were talking as if their listeners were
jerking off to their music. I hate to break Jack's bubble, but he just
isn't that goddamned important to me. What' s he talking about? Is there
cum crusted all over his studio or something? Pretty wierdo wackos
broadcast from that hill. They closed the last station down there for
statutory rape of minors. Maybe Jack FM is trying to walk in their
footsteps?

[Jon]

Pretty much WWIII is going on outside my window. I'm not sure what to do
about it.

When all else fails I play my banjo.

Anybody got a problem with that?

[Jon]

Oh? You're a congressman? How impressive. Can you pitch that pile of
manure out back for me? I know it's above your qualifications, but if you
pay me $50.00 I will grace you with the privilege.

Time for the American-French Revolution and the guillotines in the street.
Look at their big pig asses. They waddle around Capitol Hill. If you push
them they roll down the steps like a basketball.

Do they have a clue? They consider themselves victims. Wanna suck on Dolly
Parton's tit? Mommy can change everything. Let the biparties aim and
shoot. Too late. We forgot to tell them their guns were rigged to
backfire.

Money is free. Just print more of it. It seems more to cause that Charles
Manson demonstrated more ethical behavior than CONGRESSMEN.

back stabbing mother fuckers

[Jon]

web site of..

"The collective writings of and about Jack Wesolowski"

if you're too lazy to make it, shut the hell up

[SixStingStu]

Post by Jon
web site of..
"The collective writings of and about Jack Wesolowski"
if you're too lazy to make it, shut the hell up

Jack Wesolowski is a 67-year old, retired, mentally-ill SSD worker, who
has been trolling and spamming the UseNet for the past decade if not
longer.

Meet Jack Wesolowski, the crass, foul-mouthed, bigot, racist, liar,
spammer and troll.

Jack Wesolowski the spammer
http://tinyurl.com/3o7su5k

Jack Wesolowski the troll.
http://tinyurl.com/6ynlegl
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Jack Wesolowsk the liar.
http://tinyurl.com/6hr3lmq
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Jack Wesolowski the bigot.
http://tinyurl.com/3n5z48d
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Jack Wesolowski the racist.
http://tinyurl.com/3m3vhjb
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Jack Wesolowski, aka
Nobama
Let it Rock
ObamaNation=Abomination
Repeal Obama
Mother Roselles
Swatting Moonbatz
Amber Travsky
Gary Sokolisch
Weary Bruiser 1 ***@home.net
Vladimir Badenovsky
Mike Gibson's Ghost
Gary Sokolosch
Gary Sakolich
THE REAL GARY
GARY IN ANIMAL RESEARCH
GARY THE "ENGINEER"
Calhoun
Bobby Fuller
Calhoon
Jack (***@home.)
JackW (***@home)
***@home. (jack)
BroJack
Bro Jack
***@my-deja.com
waybackjack
way back jack
jackweso
JackWesolowski
***@email.msn.com (***@my-deja.com)
Jack Wesolowski (***@freewwweb.com)
***@windswept.net (BroJack)
***@Home (Jack W)
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Jack from waaaayyyyyBack

John F Wesolowski
3045 Old Washington Rd
Westminster, MD 21157
[phone]
http://tinyurl.com/6cv8t2e

[Jon]

What about the original "Goodbye Norma Jean?" instead of the same piano
echoes of death in "Goodbye England's Rose?"

Was the second take supposed to be better than the original? It's not. All
you can think about is Princess Di and not Marilyn Monroe.

What a fuck-up. Leave it to Sir Faggot John.

[Jon]

Feeling good can be mistaken for love, but it isn't always love. For
instance in Carolyn's case, she sets the trap. She fabricates attention to
her victim. He takes the bait and he's all hers. Then she persuades him
into unethical behavior, which wrecks his life and Carolyn has successfully
accomplished her mission and dumps him.

It's too bad though, because she thought she had me, but it was the other
way around. I had her and still have her. She's the wind stuck in place
around the tree branches. I'm the branches and she's the wind. You can
harness the wind to run motors in sewage aerator systems. That's all her
wind is good for. It farts out of her stinking asshole.

I don't need proof. I know. Carolyn deserves the same death that Cynthia
Jane Anderson went through, and nobody knows the details of that than
Carolyn herself. She's on the other end of the stick. It's Carolyn's turn
now, and her internal bleeding is no mistake.

[Jon]

Carolyn is like the wind and I'm like a 1000 acre stand of 100' tall White
Oaks.

so, she thinks she's hot shit and all, the evasive wind and all that
garbage.

So the 1000 acres of trees is enclosed in a box and the box filled up with
epoxy resin, hardened solid around every inch of tree.

And that's all Carolyn consists of today: a dried out old maid.

she's stuck in me and I own her. she's powerless to escape. her breezy
hair days are over.

... insurance that she'll be prosecuted for the disappearance of Cynthia
Jane Anderson, or fall by the same sword she used to stab Jane to death.

[Jon]

I was persecuted from above. I overcame that persecution. Now I am above
the above. Does that make sense? You know I really don't give a fuck what
makes sense to you and what doesn't. There has been hell to pay, and it is
going to go on and on and on and on. Someday after I die, heaven holds
sweeter plans for me.

I will be avenged of my adversaries, and they will live to know what hell
really is.

[Jon]

Carolyn writes...

I'm sorry I killed your friend, but dad made me do it. I was only 17 and I
should be tried as a minor if I am tried at all. Me and dad worked together
to try and kill you too over the years, but you always managed to escape us.
Then we gave up trying. You are right that I assisted dad's suicide. I
administered the lethal dose of poison to him. It was supposed to clear up
all the problems, but instead it created more. I didn't like killing my own
dad, and he might have been more help had he lived at least a few more
years. I can't stand my husband but for all that goes I can't stand any
man. I'm a lesbian, dominant.

I know it's the right thing to do but I won't turn myself in. Everyone else
involved would be prosecuted as well. I know Jane was your friend and I'm
sorry I killed her... but not really. You really brought that on yourself
by provoking me and dad to take action and kill her. It didn't turn out the
success that we planned. You lose a little and we lose a little. So give
it up. You are not getting anywhere, so why bother? If I had the nerve I'd
kill you myself, just to shut you up about the whole ordeal.

[Jon]

Carolyn:

Your skin has the warmth of raw sewage exuding methane, phlegm, warm urine
tumor excrement.

[Jon]

Windows 7 lacks an environment to run DOS programs. Furthermore the Paint
program that comes with Windows 7 is inferior and lacks the features of
previous versions of Paint.

It's pretty fucking pathetic when something new is actually a downgrade
instead of anything fucking useful. Why?

[Jon]

It is understood. He's been wounded to the quick and it's a wonder he's
still alive. Meanwhile in his ascent out of the depths of sadism/masochism
he gets irritated easily at fairly small things but attacks with the
vengeance of an angry lion. It is totally inappropriate, but it's only a
reflection of the anguish that he's endured. He also has the ability to
ascend and rise above the bottomless pit of his soul and act normally,
interact normally and attain a state of reasonable happiness despite the
bitter memories.

With one tap of goodwill at the top, the tower of cards came tumbling down.
It had no foundation. It was built for economy and not durability. The
scams and cons of a generation were all laid to rest...

and that is the end of the story.

[Jon]

Mount de Chantal Visitation Academy was a Catholic all girl's school in
Wheeling, WV that Wheeling Hospital bought and is now tearing down. There
is a group trying to stop the demolition, http://savethemount.com/ which has
already started and will be completed in about a month. The school is also
described at,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_de_Chantal_Visitation_Academy

There have been incidences of molestation and rape during the school's 162
year history of warehousing teenaged girls, which the Catholics who run the
place have taken great precaution to suppress. But when the hush money for
the girls and their parents began to run out, so did the operating expense
money for the school run out; leaks about the abuse surfaced, and their
enrollment plummeted. Then the place went bankrupt.

Of course the blame for the molestations and rapes were transferred onto the
girls themselves to save face. They were children, just girls, expected to
have the strength and character of adults and all incidences reduced to
consensual sex.

But in Mount de Chantal's best the school was filled to capacity and many
lifelong friendships forged between the girls themselves and the staff, most
of whom practiced ethical behavior.

Those who had bad experiences at Mound de Chantal want the joint torn down,
and they are justified and right. The joint needs to be demolished for
their sakes.

Those who had positive experiences at Mount de Chantal want the place
preserved. Maybe they would like to buy a brick from the old building for
consolation. The organ in the sanctuary may go up for auction. The stained
glass windows might make a memorable addition to their kitchen if they
bought a couple.

If I had my way the place would be preserved as a bad example... and a good
one. I'd like to walk through the place just once as it were a museum. I
don't know what use it would be to Wheeling Hospital. Probably the heat
bill alone would justify tearing it down in favor of building a Green
structure in its place. If I were Wheeling Hospital I'd be sympathetic with
alumni wanting memories and make artifacts available to them to buy, even if
it is just a brick from the structure or a hanging light from the sanctuary.

[Jon]

As Iran exports a sizeable percent of the world's oil, it thinks it is now
entitled to develop nuclear weapons sugar coated as nuclear energy.

Remember the Iran hostage crisis during Jimmy Carter? Iran took Americans
as hostage as Carter anguished through it to bring a resolution and finally
ultimately negotiated to have the hostages released.

Maybe we should show the mother fuckers a taste of their own medicine. Take
their oil and demolish their nuclear program in exchange that they become
humble peaceable citizens of the planet. Let them raise their own damned
corn.

I vote "yes" in favor of issue 666. Impale the mother fuckers before they
take the world hostage this time.

Russia endorses and backs up Iran. What do they want, another Cold War? A
comfortable seat at the center of the crossfire in the Middle East? Center
stage in the fulfillment of bullshit 666 prophesy? Mystery Babylon is
getting old and her ability is fading. It's too bad the prophesy has
already failed. Maybe they should watch a few episodes of Star Trek instead
of reading the lies of religious texts. The popularly believed is
invincible... until a son of a bitch comes along and ruins the show. Too
bad for the arrogance of poverty. If they are so entitled, let them
re-invent the world to operate their way like clockwork... a clock to crack
them on the skull and disembowel their useless brains. Do they go hungry
today? Let it last another decade.

[Jon]

I don't like the kind of sex where I have to wait 3 months to get tested for
HIV, or wait 4 years to see if I die. I'm not married but I've had the same
girlfriend for the past 8 years. If I want sex I can have it and not worry.
It takes a long time to build that kind of trust. It can go away overnight,
too.

I may run into a perfect, sexy woman, but just the slightest hint of
promiscuity and I back off. I can understand that she's young and wants to
spread her oats. I'm just not in the market for that. Let the Playboy have
her. I don't envy him.

[Jon]

All you do is digitize sex in real time and buy and sell accordingly in real
time. The markets get used to the pattern and react accordingly. After
hedging the niche the outcum is predicted and profits are made.

Maybe it sounds a bit ridiculous and it probably is, but it's a strategy
that makes more sense than buying 500 million lottery tickets to win the 125
million dollar jackpot.

[Jon]

Devi is a goddess in Eastern religion. She is *both* queen of heaven and
bitch of the underworld. For instance in Christian terms, Devi is both Holy
Jerusalem and Mystery Babylon.

Woman has a diabolical character due to the close proximity between her
vagina and her asshole. The sweeter she is the bigger bitch she can become.

Anyway, Devi is the more practical template of woman than Mother Theresa/
Cleopatra.

The whore got religion and came clean. It didn't matter what they did to
her. She got Jesus and it defied their every intent. They built her into a
bombshell in the collective. Some of their plans dovetailed nicely into
place but not all of them.

That's what happens. Torture a human being for 10 years and they become a
monster. Cut them loose on society and they absorb the population to fill
their void. They feel better but it leaves behind scores of voids in
others.

She didn't pursue revenge. That's the critical part of their plan that
didn't work. It would have empowered them to control her. Now all of their
efforts are wasted, they've created a sack of human garbage and they're
exposed.

Don't try this on me. Unlike her, I will pursue revenge.

[Jon]

It's sick enough for young boys to get molested by coaches. It's even
sicker to behold their colleagues defending them. I guess decorated coaches
consider themselves entitled, privileged and immune to reasonable
prosecution. At least I for one, if I ever have a son, I will never send
him to Penn State. It seems to have become a sanctuary for pedophiles.
Even after they get caught the whole damned academic cummunity defends them.

[Jon]

Decorated administrators of academia must think they're special, entitled
and privileged to condone pedophiles below them that work for the university
(Penn State). The abuse was reported but they did nothing to stop it. What
were they doing? Were they busy molesting their own children or something?

[Jon]

According to the fluid dynamics of thought, thought is mostly motivated by
instinct, and instinct is the power center to everything else.

The Russians had the type of government to run the controlled experiment
known as propaganda on the populations, and it became the complementary twin
to the U.S. press. The system only worked so long as Communism was in place
and in working order. When Russia became capitalistic, it screwed up the
whole experiment. All that could be salvaged from it were some principles
of advertising:

*When many people believe a lie, sometimes it drives the lie home to
transform into truth.
*The deeper the regression, the more that's revealed, but with all the
decrease in power to do anything about it.

[Jon]

There are those who irritate me ever so slightly, but do so very loudly.
There are those who offend me ever so savagely, but do so perfectly
secretly.

It doesn't matter which, or in addition any hybrid or spectrum in between...
I AM AVENGED, and there isn't a Jack shit anything anyone can do about it.

He who overcomes the worst inherits the best... and regarding that I'm not
special, but disregarding that by others is their fatal error. Does anyone
understand me?

Good. Then as you were. AT EASE, SOLDIER. The conquest was successful and
the conquest was unsuccessful. Learn from it and move on.

[Jon]

Please take note. I overcame hell and now I own the hell I overcame. I can
put anyone there too. I like to smith people into my empathetic friends.
But how can they be empathetic if they too haven't overcome the hell I have?
[satire] Therefore consider it a privilege to go to hell, stay there, and
struggle to scratch and claw your way out of it all in the course of 30
years. But I don't want to wait 30 years to have my friend on the other
end. Therefore this is presented to you, instead: a crash course in
overcoming 50 years of hell, but in 3 days.

Try not to burn out from it. A pile of ashes can't fellowship with me and
be my friend. [satire]

Nobody is entitled to my free crash course in overcoming hell, but it seems
a few insist and demand pirating my course for themselves anyway. If they
do they got what they deserved: a one way ticket down a one way street
ending in death.

The courteous guest enters in through the front gate and knocks on the door
waiting for permission. The thief and the robber enter forcibly through the
cellar door and climb uninvited up the basement steps.

But the thief is restrained and his organs harvested for marrow; but the
friend enjoys rum in his tea over fellowship with the host.

[Jon]

I pretty much internalized a crown of delicious juicy ripe nectarines and
western boots in the form of a tree chipper and a blacksmith's sledge hammer
and anvil. I am just an all around handy son of a bitch to have around.
[satire]

Wood always stood for love and steel always stood for justice; thus the
wooden stick and the rod of iron.

But my fruit, my chipper and my hammer and anvil aren't my assets. Rather I
am home to the fouls of the air, buzzards and eagles alike. When I open my
front door and see 300 chickens swarm towards me, you'd know what I mean.

I doubt that heaven can be perfected on a microchip, and I doubt if even the
most deserving are granted perfect reprieve in the afterlife, if there is an
afterlife; but just for today I can host a single sparrow, and maybe another
one later once this one is adequately comforted.

[Jon]

While the girl's school was up and running, one of the girls chose to
prosecute her molester, and ever since then he had a vendetta against Mount
de Chantal Visitation Academy,
http://images.mitrasites.com/mount-de-chantal-visitation-academy.html

He secured a position that gave him the authority to demolish the 164 year
old girls school to perfect his revenge against his victim for turning him
in. That's the only reason why the school is being demolished today. Some
pervert molested one of its students and got pissed off when he got caught.
There are 101 reasons to leave it standing and 1 reason to demolish it: the
ego of a sociopath.

[Jon]

5000 students went to riot protesting the firing of an administrator at Penn
State, throwing rocks and bottles at police. The molestation of a dozen
boys went under his radar as the perpetrator indulged in his perversion
despite numerous complaints about it by the victims.

The 5000 rioters mostly consisted of dickheads, mother fuckers, rapists and
sexual deviants who wanted the molestations to continue by authority of the
administrator, making them faggots, too.

All 5000 of them should be expelled, prosecuted and surrender themselves to
be sodomized by their faggot cell mates in prison.

The students don't give a damned about the victims. They only want to
exonerate the perversion condoning perpetrator. It's too late. He's
already fired. Maybe all the dickheads can go back to their dorm rooms and
masturbate. None of the 5000 knew the administrator. They just wanted a
lame assed excuse to throw junk at cops. It was a riot. It wasn't civil
disobedience. The nonviolent among them failed to restrain their violent
brothers and sisters and are therefore just as much to blame as the violent
dickheads themselves. All of them need to be expelled.

I hope during football season the Penn State team is plagued with injuries
and setbacks, and loses every game.

[Kathryn Sokolich's Mephitic Vertical Clam]

Post by Jon
5000 students went to riot protesting the firing of an administrator at Penn
State, throwing rocks and bottles at police. The molestation of a dozen
boys went under his radar as the perpetrator indulged in his perversion
despite numerous complaints about it by the victims.
The 5000 rioters mostly consisted of dickheads, mother fuckers, rapists and
sexual deviants who wanted the molestations to continue by authority of the
administrator, making them faggots, too.

Was Gary Sokolich there?

[Frances M Wesolowski's Mephitic Vertical Clam]

Psychopah Jack Wesolowski posting as Kathryn Sokolich's Mephitic Vertical

Post by Kathryn Sokolich's Mephitic Vertical Clam

Post by Jon
5000 students went to riot protesting the firing of an administrator
at Penn State, throwing rocks and bottles at police. The molestation
of a dozen boys went under his radar as the perpetrator indulged in
his perversion despite numerous complaints about it by the victims.
The 5000 rioters mostly consisted of dickheads, mother fuckers,
rapists and sexual deviants who wanted the molestations to continue
by authority of the administrator, making them faggots, too.

Was Gary Sokolich there?

No, but Psychopath Jack Wesolowski most certainly was.


From alt.native, May 4, 2002.

Brother Jack is a racist bigot
His mouth is a toxic old spigot
He spews out his hate
He never can wait
To find some more dolts who will dig it!

We know a white jerk named Jack
Who really wants to be black
He calls himself "brother"
Wears clothes from his mother(*)
The truth is he's just a hack

We see his rantings as racist bile
His words typically ugly and vile
The master of hate
Thank God he won't mate
Let us leave him alone for awhile

(*)
Jack Wesolowski, circa 2000
http://tinyurl.com/3dtnmpz


Jack Wesolowski is a 67-year old, retired, mentally-ill
SSD worker, who has been trolling and spamming the UseNet for the past
decade.

Meet Jack Wesolowski, the crass, foul-mouthed, bigot, racist, liar,
spammer and troll.

Jack Wesolowski the spammer
http://tinyurl.com/3o7su5k

Jack Wesolowski the troll.
http://tinyurl.com/6ynlegl
http://tinyurl.com/5vljxag
http://tinyurl.com/3nukkeo

Jack Wesolowsk the liar.
http://tinyurl.com/6hr3lmq
http://tinyurl.com/44x4ceg

Jack Wesolowski the bigot.
http://tinyurl.com/3n5z48d
http://tinyurl.com/3h2sc48

Jack Wesolowski the racist.
http://tinyurl.com/3m3vhjb
http://tinyurl.com/3qoolnh
http://tinyurl.com/3j8gnfm
http://tinyurl.com/3c97kg7

Jack Wesolowski, aka
Nobama
Let it Rock
ObamaNation=Abomination
Repeal Obama
Mother Roselles
Swatting Moonbatz
Amber Travsky
Gary Sokolisch
Weary Bruiser 1 ***@home.net
Vladimir Badenovsky
Mike Gibson's Ghost
Gary Sokolosch
Gary Sakolich
THE REAL GARY
GARY IN ANIMAL RESEARCH
GARY THE "ENGINEER"
Calhoun
Bobby Fuller
Calhoon
Jack (***@home.)
JackW (***@home)
***@home. (jack)
BroJack
Bro Jack
***@my-deja.com
waybackjack
way back jack
jackweso
JackWesolowski
***@email.msn.com (***@my-deja.com)
Jack Wesolowski (***@freewwweb.com)
***@windswept.net (BroJack)
***@Home (Jack W)
***@email.msn.com (***@my-deja.com)
Jack from waaaayyyyyBack

John F Wesolowski
3045 Old Washington Rd
Westminster, MD 21157
[phone]
http://tinyurl.com/6cv8t2e

[Jon]

My drill press has a safety chuck key. The key has a spring in it. After
you tighten the drill bit on and let go of the key, it pops out of the hole
like a dick realizing it's poking HIV pussy.

Why's that?

I don't like the damned safety feature. Anyone who forgets to take the key
out and it takes out an eye has no business fucking with a drill press in
the first place. Yet some young engineer fresh out of college wanted to
make a dickhead innovation just like the dickhead cars designed all over the
road today. Dickhead inventions by dickheads, and I don't like them.

Let them do 30 years of grunt work before you give them a drafting board to
design something.

[Jack Wesolouseki]

Post by Jon
My drill press has a safety chuck key. The key has a spring in it.
After you tighten the drill bit on and let go of the key, it pops out
of the hole like a dick realizing it's poking HIV pussy.
Why's that?
I don't like the damned safety feature. Anyone who forgets to take
the key out and it takes out an eye has no business fucking with a
drill press in the first place. Yet some young engineer fresh out of
college wanted to make a dickhead innovation just like the dickhead
cars designed all over the road today. Dickhead inventions by
dickheads, and I don't like them.
Let them do 30 years of grunt work before you give them a drafting
board to design something.

If it bothers you that much, why don't you just remove the spring?

[Jon]

Post by Jon
My drill press has a safety chuck key. The key has a spring in it.
After you tighten the drill bit on and let go of the key, it pops out
of the hole like a dick realizing it's poking HIV pussy.
Why's that?
I don't like the damned safety feature. Anyone who forgets to take
the key out and it takes out an eye has no business fucking with a
drill press in the first place. Yet some young engineer fresh out of
college wanted to make a dickhead innovation just like the dickhead
cars designed all over the road today. Dickhead inventions by
dickheads, and I don't like them.
Let them do 30 years of grunt work before you give them a drafting
board to design something.

If it bothers you that much, why don't you just remove the spring?

==========

I can't remove the spring. It's pressed in there, nothing to take it out
with, like a catastrophic loop in a program and no way out... like the
program that promised heaven for the elite at the expense of the rest of
humanity, and put in an infinite loop with no way out, but they forgot to
include their genitals.

[Jack Wesolouseki]

Post by Jack Wesolouseki

Post by Jon
My drill press has a safety chuck key. The key has a spring in it.
After you tighten the drill bit on and let go of the key, it pops out
of the hole like a dick realizing it's poking HIV pussy.
Why's that?
I don't like the damned safety feature. Anyone who forgets to take
the key out and it takes out an eye has no business fucking with a
drill press in the first place. Yet some young engineer fresh out of
college wanted to make a dickhead innovation just like the dickhead
cars designed all over the road today. Dickhead inventions by
dickheads, and I don't like them.
Let them do 30 years of grunt work before you give them a drafting
board to design something.

If it bothers you that much, why don't you just remove the spring?
==========
I can't remove the spring. It's pressed in there, nothing to take it
out with, like a catastrophic loop in a program and no way out... like
the program that promised heaven for the elite at the expense of the
rest of humanity, and put in an infinite loop with no way out, but
they forgot to include their genitals.

Then grind off the pin or whatever part is spring-loaded. Alternatively,
just buy an old style drill chuck key at a local flea market for 25 cents.

[Jon]

Government researchers have a parallel hologram of every individual in the
population. It is possible through digital phylogeny. They "see" the
bodily movements of us and everything we do. The portal is in the
primordial subconscious so it goes on outside of our awareness. One subject
in the laboratory will do. One links to all and all links to one.

There are many applications for the system, but unfortunately for them they
have competition. The portal is also in use by non-Western governments and
terrorists. They all compete for bandwidth at the portal and are at war
with each other for it, all out of our awareness in the subconscious mind of
collective humanity.

Furthermore more competition arises from people who can access the portal
non-digitally without technology. One such man was the late Jack Powelson
who died in 2009 a broken man. He tried desperately to exploit the portal
into an elite society that would go on to govern the world, but his master
plan was thwarted by someone he needed to victimize in order to make it all
possible. Jack Powelson was a hideous man and I'm glad he's dead... for
good.

People who have overcome severe hardship usually access the portal
organically, entirely without the crutches of technology that the government
uses. Such people are in poorer nations and already have their inner
society in place. They aren't telepathic but are hypersensitive to
everything going in and out of the portal. They developed this skill to
survive. It can by synthetically induced by torture. However overcoming a
real attempt on my life trumps just a torturer giving me a bad day.

The single primordial ancestor lives equally and synchronously in each of
us. Can you agree with that? A part of the seed lives in the tree. Every
leaf of the tree has access to the seed, through the branches, through the
trunk, through the roots. The government researchers don't want the leaves
to know that. But 15% of them already do. They use the portal to survive.

My heaven isn't going to be in the 0's and 1's of some supercomputer. Today
I sow. Tomorrow I harvest.

[Jon]

The optimal time will never arrive again; it is in every increment of the
present.

The timing makes all the difference; if at first you do not fail, succeed
again.

At some time in the future, it can be predicted that 2 or more heavenly
bodies are going to align in the infinite universe and cycle through to
re-align at yet sometime else in the future; and again.

Why is this important? It isn't. It's Astrology, and Astrology is garbage.

But I'm glad it didn't all come together for them as they'd have liked. If
the fan makes a noise, throw a monkey wrench into its blades and close down
the beast. They'll make another monkey wrench-proof fan in the future, so
next time spray an AK-47 at it.

The future should converge on the way of life of the Amish. The tree of
knowledge is slowly castrating us. The Amish are around today. There is
our heaven.

Do you want a balanced budget, or do you want to fuck pussy? It's cumming
down to that. The people vote to turn the tables and ask that question to
the government. Either they balance the budget, or they are denied fucking
pussy, not us. They want all the systems of taxation in place to perfect
their plan: they don't have to balance the budget, they get to fuck pussy,
the constituency is denied fucking pussy, and the constituency will be taxed
to pay for their freedom to limitlessly spend and deploy this injustice.

and all of their friends

[Mamma Wesolowski]

Post by Jon
Do you want a balanced budget, or do you want to fuck pussy? It's
cumming down to that.

What if they're a bunch of limp-wristed faggots like my boy Jack and
aren't interested in fucking pussy?


Jack Wesolowski, the crass, foul-mouthed, bigot, racist, liar,
spammer and troll.

Jack Wesolowski the spammer
http://tinyurl.com/3o7su5k

Jack Wesolowski the troll.
http://tinyurl.com/6ynlegl
http://tinyurl.com/5vljxag
http://tinyurl.com/3nukkeo

Jack Wesolowsk the liar.
http://tinyurl.com/6hr3lmq
http://tinyurl.com/44x4ceg

Jack Wesolowski the bigot.
http://tinyurl.com/3n5z48d
http://tinyurl.com/3h2sc48

Jack Wesolowski the racist.
http://tinyurl.com/3m3vhjb
http://tinyurl.com/3qoolnh
http://tinyurl.com/3j8gnfm
http://tinyurl.com/3c97kg7

Jack Wesolowski, aka
Nobama
Let it Rock
ObamaNation=Abomination
Repeal Obama
Mother Roselles
Swatting Moonbatz
Amber Travsky
Gary Sokolisch
Weary Bruiser 1 ***@home.net
Vladimir Badenovsky
Mike Gibson's Ghost
Gary Sokolosch
Gary Sakolich
THE REAL GARY
GARY IN ANIMAL RESEARCH
GARY THE "ENGINEER"
Calhoun
Bobby Fuller
Calhoon
Jack (***@home.)
JackW (***@home)
***@home. (jack)
BroJack
Bro Jack
***@my-deja.com
waybackjack
way back jack
jackweso
JackWesolowski
***@email.msn.com (***@my-deja.com)
Jack Wesolowski (***@freewwweb.com)
***@windswept.net (BroJack)
***@Home (Jack W)
***@email.msn.com (***@my-deja.com)
Jack from waaaayyyyyBack

John F Wesolowski
3045 Old Washington Rd
Westminster, MD 21157
[phone]
http://tinyurl.com/6cv8t2e

[Jon]

The people say to the government, "Either pay off the debt YOU'VE run up,
not US, without taking the money from US for your irresponsible spending, or
they'll be no pussy fucking for any of you."

And how will that ultimatum be enforced?

because we the people have our ways, we have our connections, and we like to
see the clowns. we like to see amoral people get nailed and stopped dead in
their tracks, and pay penance for the travesties they attempted

and those amoral leaders have no choice

[Jon]

The people say to the government, "Either pay off the debt YOU'VE run up,
not US, without taking the money from US for your irresponsible spending, or
they'll be no pussy fucking for any of you."

The enormity of the loss of their sex drives is proportional to the
government debt; which Nature won't restore to them until the debt is paid
off, without taking money from US.

So look down at their pants during speeches and press conferences and behold
what they are lacking; and why...

and their failure to pull that very scam on US.

[Jon]

Archimedes Plutonium
http://www.iw.net/~a_plutonium
whole entire Universe is just one big atom
where dots of the electron-dot-cloud are galaxies

he has a few screws loose, but he forges ahead. Unfortunately I can't
understand anything he writes about.

[Jon]

... the night they drove ole Congress down, and all the people were singing,
na na na na na, no no no no no, it won't be start like that, na na na na na
na na na.

We are on the assemly line in the slaughterhouse to heaven, but we're not
fooled, and our carcasses are only to feed the hungry wolves of the swamps.

[Jon]

I was cut off and died with the rest of my generation, but somehow I
survived anyway, and it was a long cold lonely winter. The Reaper swung his
scythe at me and I suffered countless wounds, but I still hung on. Then the
new generation came in the spring.

I was able to warn them that the vitality and pleasures of life weren't all
they appeared to be, that they were only being nurtured and cultivated into
prosperity to be harvested and consumed for the hideous plight as food for
the vultures, wolves, crocodiles and maggots. There was no heaven as
promised. It was only a star indifferent to morality, as it boiled the skin
of those lost at sea and in the desert, as much as it warmed and provided
light for the comforts of the just and the unjust.

The new generation didn't hear me, so the death engine ran on and they were
harvested just like the last, and I remained twice dead: dead first by day,
and dead the second time by night. I would not warn any more generations
after that.

I seemed to have gotten stuck not in immortality, but the span of two
generations where I should have died but didn't. When I began to see the
big picture I started to hang out always close to a fallout shelter for the
next sulfur rain. I was nobody special and there were others like me. It
never really mattered what anyone told me "No" about; only that once they
said it, I passionately defied it, and in the process mowed down anything in
my path. The beast is subservient to me, not the other way around.

Nobody can blame him. Life to him was hell. The world persecuted him
savagely. When he died he determined he would take the world with him. The
world was a failed experiment. He has many friends who feel the same way.
The happy ones seek to weed out the world-killers because the happy ones
want their happy worlds to continue, not end. The only way to extricate the
anguished from pulling the plug on the world... is to bring them happy
experiences, not kill them.

[Jon]

By the same token, the root and offspring of Jack Powelson is a cancer in
the collective. It needs to be removed, though in love burned alive, all of
them, no stone left unturned; to revitalize the collective into better
health.

But who mixes the chromosomes of cancer with the chromosomes of health?

The black thread with the white thread?

The cancer can't help what it is. It is only a predatory form of life that
kills its host.

Just as the vanity of getting a suntan causes skin cancer in later life.

I'm afraid what people believe doesn't make a difference. The truth is
indifferent. His death was assisted suicide by arrogance, not wisdom and
definitely not love.

Carolyn points the finger and judges that the root and offspring of my
father should be killed instead; and works to orchestrate the same. In the
evolution vs. Creationism debate, evolution prevails.

but I like my roast of beast topped off with a crown of whipped cream of
Holy Jerusalem... a measure of evolution for a penny, a measure of
Creationism for a penny, and see that you don't hurt the crude oil or the
drinker's wine.

I'm not surrendering the root and offspring of my father to some stuck up
cunt who forgets what she's angry about; nor knows rage as the Middle East
does. But I am happy to nurture her to take the plunge into the pool of
starving piranhas and hungry sharks.

When I was in hell, she added to my burdens. When I was love starved, she
touted sex with another man at me. When I needed a friend, she organized my
demise. She has proven herself an inferior candidate for me. Now a table
is prepared for me in the presence of Carolyn and all of her supporters.
They are at my mercy, and I have no mercy for them. I say the prayer I be
avenged of all of them, and their plights are at the mercy of the storms on
the surface of Saturn.

I am afraid that burning alive the root and the offspring of Jack Powelson
is too merciful a sentence for them. Burning in hell forever is too
merciful. They are all going to a much worse place. They will live, and
they will die... forever.

[Jon]

I like my roast of Beast with a dollop of sour cream made from the milk of
the tit of Carolyn. Her father the Beast and Carolyn the whore that rides
him. Too bad her husband can't carry the torch. It's lucky his torch gets
lit up even once in awhile. Carolyn has to go to the streets to get fucked
so everything works out alright for her. She distributes the torch into a
legion of little candles, and they all get blown out with the wind after
only a few minutes. Her mission is failing.

Carolyn needs me to hate and defy her to become empowered to do yet more
hurtful things to me.

The root and offspring of The Horizon Society has failed; also The Wizard of
Oz analogy is novel but won't work either; because the dry and empty truth
of science is dead without the endless inspiration of faith... but if they
have faith all figured out, where is room left for their faith? The
knowledge they entrust to their beliefs has destroyed their faith, and there
is no longer inspiration for them.

Their long journey has profited them nothing, and in their wake they have
left the injured and the dead; mercilessly; so in return they shall receive
no mercy.

They are confident that the future will be as the former for them, but they
are wrong. Instead they have come to the end of the line and can go no
further. They have capsized and fallen. They are imprisoned in a cistern
to perish.

[Jon]

Any kind of Paradise that is set up always comes at the expense of the
innocent.

Behold the man-God Jack Powelson. He's not perfect, but if the world elects
him God, he will humbly assume the position. Because as the spectrum of all
flesh goes, Jack Powelson comes as close to God as any human being can, we
presumptuously propose...

And the daughter of God, (the daughter of Jack Powelson), Carolyn by
inheritance can be considered as close as female flesh can come to being
Holy Jerusalem, bride of the Lamb. The Lamb was slain while she was his
bride, by injustice. So she married another man who by all signs fits the
bill as husband to bride of the Lamb.

In the Magical Mystery Tour Carolyn and her husband tour the cities of the
world to cheering crowds because they have finally slain an innocent man who
knew nothing, the Antichrist, the devil incarnate, the son of the devil, the
guy who looked funny when you passed by him. So the world cheers.

Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on until your dream comes true.

But all the dreaming in the world isn't going to insulate the fucking
windows until I actually insulate the fucking windows.

For them I don't think anything is any different. Maybe if Carolyn is going
to be Mother of God, she's going to have to live the life of Mother Theresa,
not mind fuck society into the convolution of exalting her because she had
her period.

[Jon]

Welcome to their next destination: going back the way they came, and along
the road making amends to everyone they offended, hurt or killed.

The Horizon Society has their work cut out for them.

I have a cheap dagger on my stand next to my chair that I sharpened myself
if anyone wants to press their luck further; that is, come and break down my
door and kill me the old fashioned way and complete the vision. I'm no fool
and I know lunatics.

It's a dead end for them. They are too coward to make it all happen. Plus
all of their head games are garbage. I'm rooted into routine physical
exercise and moving heavy mass. I keep my mind sharp with math. I have
faith and I have science.

Manic intellectualism never won a ping pong ball match. Every man has two
testicles I know. That's ping pong with two balls. The odds are 50/50.
Which ball went where? ... and where?

[Jon]

They are defiant and won't go back and make amends, as expected.
Consequently they are plagued with the offenses, hurt and death they caused,
but upon themselves... and not one jot or tittle shall pass from the law
until this is 100% fulfilled.

The stability of the ship will not transcend the ballast.

[Jon]

I doubt she has quit man-hopping. Her psychology is permanently damaged
from being molested. Now she has children. I may be the father to her
oldest. I'm not bugging her about it though. I don't trust her judgment
about the matter. All I know is she lives not for sex but to be a mother,
because she loves children. Hopefully she loves them enough to shelter them
from the type of molestation she experienced. Even so I doubt it.

She is unreachable.

[Jon]

The possibility that I fathered a child threw a monkey wrench into their
macabre plans for me. The Man of Sin was supposed to lack all desire of
women. But if I fathered a child it proved I had desire of women and
therefore couldn't be the Man of Sin. So the proof was in the making. They
couldn't take that risk and proceeded to persecute the mother and persecute
the child so the vision would fit. They wanted to kill both of them. But
she was wise and survived it in the shelter of a millionaire and a family
skilled at fighting and firearms. Her aggressors couldn't reach her. They
were defeated. So now she leads a more normal life.

The Horizon Society worked for change in the world, but on their terms.
They appointed themselves as judges and executioners of society. They
persecuted me and they persecuted the mother of my child in hope they could
kill us to establish the vision. However their vision went to hell. They
tried but were unsuccessful. We are still living, and they are stupid
idiots.

stupid idiots

[Jon]

When she got pregnant I felt the child reach out for me from the mother's
womb. That's the only sign I need that I'm the father. I don't ever need
to see the child, but I hope the child grows up in health and leads a
reasonably normal life.

The child doesn't need the baggage of my past weighing them down with hidden
agendas and booby traps.

Carolyn is in a continuous crusade of witch hunting. She thinks she's
Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. No woman is perfect, but they don't deserve to
be pigeon-holed as Babylonian Witch-Whores either. Carolyn is the very
Babylonian Witch-Whore she is hunting. She blames other women for her own
defects. It takes one to know one.

The child is currently about 15 years old.

[Jon]

Sandy D. is as close as flesh can get to the Mother of God in my world.

Carolyn P. is as close as flesh can get to the Babylonian Whore in my world.

... and it IS my world. I overcame it so I inherited it. Not the people.
The lava flows that float the tectonic plates.

she can be seen at Blacksburg strip clubs on amateur nights...

just for the record

[Jon]

The supply of resource increases exponentially while the deployment of law
enforcement is absolutely invincible.

That's the way it has always been, and that's the way it shall always be.

That's the way it is now.

This to shall pass; but even "This too shall pass" shall pass.

This is one foundation that won't crumble, won't go away and won't
diminish...

it's purgatory.

[Jon]

Tonight she visits me from the infinite beyond to let me know.

"How are you doing love?" I inquire.

"There is a ring around the three quarter moon and I feel fine!" she
replies.

When the anguish becomes too great and death becomes one's closest ally,
people decide and take action: for the worst of those who love them, but for
the better of feeling the sadness. No more sadness for her, but continued
sadness for those who love her... who is being more selfish?

She couldn't accept having to take psychotropics for the rest of her life.
She quit taking her medication. Consequently she felt suicidal and took her
own life. Is that how it had to end? She was a victim of Alchemy and
Mythology, Astrology and Parascience: deadly cognitive pathologies of
thought. Her home brewed cure for herself didn't work.

"Goodbye love," I told her. "Sorry it didn't all work out for you as you
hoped."

"IT DIDN'T FOR ME, EITHER, SELFISH CUNT."

[Jon]

That which is conceived of death is death; that which is conceived of hate
is hate; and see thou hurt not the occultist nor Satan, or their retaliation
will plague ye back infinite fold. Instead blaspheme the Holy Ghost
wherever possible; the hell of God can't rival the hell of hells: the
sliding scale of relativity. Be welcome, therefore, to be graced with the
minor irritation of being burned alive. More innocent sinners have suffered
worse.

[Jon]

[satire]

"Jon" wrote in message news:oPidnUcl9_L-***@earthlink.com...

That which is conceived of death is death; that which is conceived of hate
is hate; and see thou hurt not the occultist nor Satan, or their retaliation
will plague ye back infinite fold. Instead blaspheme the Holy Ghost
wherever possible; the hell of God can't rival the hell of hells: the
sliding scale of relativity. Be welcome, therefore, to be graced with the
minor irritation of being burned alive. More innocent sinners have suffered
worse.

[Jon]

Welcome to my little niche of heaven in the center of the sun; and my little
niche of hell in the vertex of a Black Hole.

They are a little closer to the proximity of my heart than it appears.

=========

The Pittsburgh Steeler shotgun has a line backer of iron and a line backer
of steel: if the right one doesn't getcha then the left one will.

That's right. I almost forgot. The game is today. Time for cooked meat on
aluminum foil.

[Tex]

Time for cooked meat on aluminum foil.

It appears the meat is well done under the aluminum foil as well.

[Skeezix LaRocca]

Post by Tex
It appears the meat is well done under the aluminum foil as well.

Damn Tex, you sure can call 'em.

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[Jon]

Welcome to my little niche of heaven in the center of the sun; and my little
niche of hell in the vertex of a Black Hole.

They are a little closer to the proximity of my heart than it appears.

=========

The Pittsburgh Steeler stares down the shotgun with a tackle of iron and a
tackle
of steel: if the right one doesn't getcha then the left one will.

That's right. I almost forgot. The game is today. Time for cooked meat on
aluminum foil.

[Jon]

Those who through sorcery illegally cut in front of those at the beginning
of the line who had been waiting and earning their turn to the manicurist;
shall have their asses kicked and their turn forfeited and denied even unto
the end of the line, quadrillions of light-years away.

[Jon]

She is neither the pH of strong acid nor the pH of strong base: neither the
glory of Mystery Babylon nor the glory of Holy Jerusalem. She extorts
attention through deviousness; her fruit is lukewarm vomit. She presumes
she is entitled; she trespasses where she is not welcome. Nature gave her
exterior beauty; she didn't earn it. But she uses it as leverage for her
vanities, her vices, and the homicides she sports as conquests.

She positions herself in the center of the universe, but she is knocked out
of her center daily, and weaned from her mama's tits to suck on an old
buzzard's cock.

She touts herself as an elevated "survivor" of great hardship, but she uses
people as stepping stones, harvests their life's work and ruins them to
cover her tracks.

I don't answer to her demand I worship her, but I have been more than
willing and free to slap the arrogance out of her and humble her dominion to
earn her place in the pecking order without favors from the husbandman.

What else do I know about Carolyn Powelson? She complains she is a
permanent hostage, but indulges in the benefits of being one, and turns down
all opportunities for freedom. She is just lazy.

[Skeezix LaRocca]

What else do I know about Carolyn Powelson? She complains she is a
permanent hostage, but indulges in the benefits of being one, and turns
down all opportunities for freedom. She is just lazy.

Well, if you'd just unchain her from the basement floor, she might not
be so lazy.

[Jon]

Things were going smoothly for her as planned, until she got demoted from
star to quasar, and the 24 hour discontinuity in her reign of power was
hopeless for her to revitalize. As she waited on the sidelines hoping not
to be detected, I detected her anyway and she was extricated like a flying
shrimp in the fetal position into a cup of butter to be enjoyed as a rubbery
delicacy by a female judge. But I smoked and half of the shrimp blackened
with tar. She neared re-amplification at the center of my attention again,
but the administration she left behind that she used to deploy her interests
was lost in the shuffle. She failed to secure the way things had always
been for her. She might have at least been a meal for the judge, but she
was demoted from that even a step down further. She became a raw shrimp,
uncooked and naked, chilled and in store for the next hunger to consume her
and pass her through the digestional tract to join the father she fiercely
defended for molesting her.

[Jon]

She was living on borrowed time 3 generations before she was conceived in
the womb; and her life set her back another 663.

She has no right to the breath of her lungs. She should have died 30 years
ago.

[Jon]

She mingles with her countrypeople, the Princess Di of the underworld.

The idea was that I'd build a small ship and sail over there, but I have no
money to build a small ship, so that dream is shot to hell.

Maybe she'd like to hear my banjo songs.
http://jons-math.bravehost.com/jonsmusic.html I'm no hotshot but I can
carry a tune. It's no help that I have to do vocals as well as
instrumentals. Elton John could sing while he played piano. I can sing
while I pick banjo. But separate vocals would be nice... especially
female... particularly British female. But so much for my dreams getting
shot down. I'm willing to do my part. This is where I leave off.

If she plays around in that same network of caves for too long, she's going
to get bored. Why doesn't she branch out China or the Middle East? Hatred
is in their DNA, the hate chromosomes. I've got tobacco in mine.

Would she care for a game of cards or chess? The world needs to be purged
of injustice. Would she care to join me? Or add to it? She remains the Di
of the underworld, but without the popularity or the fame. She works for
Jesus, and without me she'll do just fine. I'm not in love with her anyway.
She's just a novel intellectual curiosity.

[Jon]

Well I bought a roll of this junk:

http://www.ecofoil.com/All-Products/Double-Bubble-Insulation/Double-Bubble-Foil-Insulation-Foil-Both-Sides-4-x-75-300-sq-ft-

and I've got it up on one window so far. It's pretty easy to work with,
cuts like butter with sewing scissors. It blocks out all the light but is
supposed to reflect the heat back in. One window down, 4 and a door to go.
My brother ran me off some wood strips and I've got 1 1/4" stainless steel
wire nails.

How's that for a day's work? I'm just not motivated to do anything more.
It's getting dark.

[Jack Wesolouseki]

Post by Jon
http://www.ecofoil.com/All-Products/Double-Bubble-Insulation/Double-Bub
ble-Foil-Insulation-Foil-Both-Sides-4-x-75-300-sq-ft-
and I've got it up on one window so far. It's pretty easy to work
with, cuts like butter with sewing scissors. It blocks out all the
light but is supposed to reflect the heat back in. One window down, 4
and a door to go. My brother ran me off some wood strips and I've got
1 1/4" stainless steel wire nails.
How's that for a day's work? I'm just not motivated to do anything
more. It's getting dark.

What's the purpose. Specifically, what exactly are you trying to
accomplish?

[Jon]

Not to mention the carnage and death Tornado Carolyn has left behind through
the years; it is no wonder she is in denial of ever looking back. It's to
evade responsibility for the crimes she has committed.

Carolyn was always a sexy kind of girl, easy to fall in love with, and
courteous to reciprocate.

[Jon]

Jack Powelson was the corundum to a specialized sector of the collective.
When the tyrant died, his victims imploded into liberation. Powelson
fostered a vision but it was arrogant and egocentric. He couldn't teach
anyone to pass the torch onto if he tried. He was a product of a mistake, a
rare mutation in the species. He failed to clone himself and with his death
came the death of his immortality as well. The mutant man sired mutant
offspring. His daughter Carolyn grew into a Black Hole that sucked everyone
and everything into her and spit it out in a jetstream of radiation. She
wrecked people's lives wherever she went for entertainment. She could
choose who to kill and kill them unnoticed. They are a family of murderers.
All of them are the same.

But I earned the power to kill and God does my dirty work for me. I didn't
get it sitting on my lazy ass inheriting the ability from a mutant of the
species. God is all-encompassing as well. No stone is left unturned. If
the law refuses to prosecute, God will, and they will pay unto the uttermost
farthing for every victim they've hurt, including me. I will see them in
hell.

[Jon]

Eternity is in a permanent deadlock of constant hell for everyone forever.
God is dead; Satan forever prevails; heaven is destroyed and corrupted, and
there is no chance to start again. The chemical reaction is consumed and
the solution is in a permanent trough of lowest potential.

[Tex]

Post by Jon
Eternity is in a permanent deadlock of constant hell for everyone forever.
God is dead; Satan forever prevails; heaven is destroyed and corrupted, and
there is no chance to start again. The chemical reaction is consumed and
the solution is in a permanent trough of lowest potential.

If god is dead you've lost your hitman! Those you hold in such painful
distain will have triumphed ... maybe a higher grade tinfoil would
have served you better. Only chance left is to re-elect Obama.

[Jack Wesolouseki]

Post by Jon
Eternity is in a permanent deadlock of constant hell for everyone
forever. God is dead; Satan forever prevails; heaven is destroyed and
corrupted, and there is no chance to start again. The chemical
reaction is consumed and the solution is in a permanent trough of
lowest potential.

Are you sure?

[Jon]

I am folding this joint. Because I can and I am.

There is going to be hell to pay, and no "heaven" for anyone.

[Jack Wesolouseki]

Post by Jon
I am folding this joint. Because I can and I am.

Folding or rolling?

Post by Jon
There is going to be hell to pay, and no "heaven" for anyone.

Don't bet on it.

[Jon]

Notice how Carolyn acts as a destructor to everything fed into her. She
takes what is holy and pollutes it, and she takes what is polluted and
maintains its pollution.

Carolyn is my weapon as she mindlessly destroys wonderfully for me, with the
potency of several trillion megatons of explosives, all in a convenient
handheld brain dead ray gun, disguised as an opened black umbrella

[Jon]

She forced her tentacles to grow into me; she attached herself onto me like
a parasite. I ripped her out of the collective with violence and hacked her
out of me to land on the floor in a pile of jelly, a Portuguese Man of War.

[Jon]

I've restored autonomy of my own damned mind.. and control over her vitals,
with which I have given her a bad day to start, and worse yet to come. She
enjoyed wrecking other people's lives so much. Now let's see how she likes
it.

[Jon]

I am not a worthless man. The more I was defied as though I were worthless,
the closer to death the defiant became. I am finally avenged. So is Jane,
so is Liz, and so are all of the other victims.

decimated

[Jon]

All the people who have enjoyed heavenly lives all of their lives are
stubborn and resist descending into the abyss. Consequently the hell at the
bottom of it has risen up to greet them and burn them in the caldera of
Hell's Fire For All. No need to worry. There's more where that came from.
The Freedom of Lava Flow Act.

[Jon]

They really don't believe that the work they went through to obtain their
degree in higher education entitles them to more rewards than a farmer, a
janitor, or a waitress do they?

Their heaven is departed like a scroll when it is rolled together. They
make their living looking down their noses at the humanity they kick and
step on to get ahead for their selfish selves... like Carolyn did to me, but
her heaven is departed. If she wants it back she'll have to earn it.

I am the avenger of injustice, and my armies penetrate, pollute and
overflow.

[Tex]

Post by Jon
I am the avenger of injustice, and my armies penetrate, pollute and
overflow.

Also you are the General of the 'chipped' army ... and stand review as
they march lock step with their shining tinfoil hats sparkling in the
mid-morning sunshine.

[Ken P]

Post by Tex

Post by Jon
I am the avenger of injustice, and my armies penetrate, pollute and
overflow.

Also you are the General of the 'chipped' army ... and stand review as
they march lock step with their shining tinfoil hats sparkling in the
mid-morning sunshine.

I am a lonely soldier fighting the Leaf War. The leaves penetrate from
my lazy neighbor, wave after wave. Looking for a flame thrower, I found
a Leaf blower. If things go right the front will change from my drive
way to his. Power to the Blower. My tin hat is too big and I can not see
clearly.
Will offer the neighbor money to let me ring his Elm tree to death.

[Tex]

Post by Ken P
I am a lonely soldier fighting the Leaf War.

Head to Canada and hide in Sharx's basement ... just be wary if he
offers you a Swedish Bubble Wrap.

[Sharx3335]

Post by Ken P

Post by Tex

Post by Jon
I am the avenger of injustice, and my armies penetrate, pollute and
overflow.

Also you are the General of the 'chipped' army ... and stand
review as
they march lock step with their shining tinfoil hats sparkling in the
mid-morning sunshine.

I am a lonely soldier fighting the Leaf War. The leaves penetrate from
my lazy neighbor, wave after wave. Looking for a flame thrower, I found
a Leaf blower. If things go right the front will change from my drive
way to his. Power to the Blower. My tin hat is too big and I can not see
clearly.
Will offer the neighbor money to let me ring his Elm tree to
death.
--
Ken P

Why this compulsive-obsessiveness about having to fanatically rake
up all the leaves? Your neighbor is NOT lazy, he has a LIFE that
includes a whole lot of things MORE important than obsessing about
a few leaves. We only rake up enough leaves to fill the composter.
The REST of them are dealt with by Mother Nature who has been
looking after leaves quite well for hundreds of millions of years.
By the time the snow melts here, 99% of the leaves will have
disappeared into oblivion. Any debris remaining will be get sucked
into the lawnmower, the first time the lawn is cut....in late May.

[Ken P]

Post by Sharx3335

Post by Ken P
I am a lonely soldier fighting the Leaf War. The leaves penetrate from
my lazy neighbor, wave after wave. Looking for a flame thrower, I found
a Leaf blower. If things go right the front will change from my drive
way to his. Power to the Blower. My tin hat is too big and I can not see
clearly.
Will offer the neighbor money to let me ring his Elm tree to
death.

Why this compulsive-obsessiveness about having to fanatically rake
up all the leaves? Your neighbor is NOT lazy, he has a LIFE that
includes a whole lot of things MORE important than obsessing about
a few leaves. We only rake up enough leaves to fill the composter.
The REST of them are dealt with by Mother Nature who has been
looking after leaves quite well for hundreds of millions of years.
By the time the snow melts here, 99% of the leaves will have
disappeared into oblivion. Any debris remaining will be get sucked
into the lawnmower, the first time the lawn is cut....in late May.

This was a Tier 4 Post and should not be rebutted by a high IQ guy from
Canada. People like you make my life so much harder. :-)

[Sharx3335]

On Wed, 16 Nov 2011 19:55:24 -0700, Sharx3335

Post by Sharx3335

Post by Ken P
I am a lonely soldier fighting the Leaf War. The leaves
penetrate
from
my lazy neighbor, wave after wave. Looking for a flame thrower,
I
found
a Leaf blower. If things go right the front will change from my drive
way to his. Power to the Blower. My tin hat is too big and I
can
not see
clearly.
Will offer the neighbor money to let me ring his Elm tree to
death.

Why this compulsive-obsessiveness about having to fanatically
rake
up all the leaves? Your neighbor is NOT lazy, he has a LIFE that
includes a whole lot of things MORE important than obsessing
about
a few leaves. We only rake up enough leaves to fill the
composter.
The REST of them are dealt with by Mother Nature who has been
looking after leaves quite well for hundreds of millions of
years.
By the time the snow melts here, 99% of the leaves will have
disappeared into oblivion. Any debris remaining will be get
sucked
into the lawnmower, the first time the lawn is cut....in late
May.

This was a Tier 4 Post and should not be rebutted by a high IQ
guy from
Canada. People like you make my life so much harder. :-)
--
Ken P

So WHEN do you expect your first snowfall in the Great Sovereign
State of Utah, Ken?

[Jon]

When I was hungry, you didn't feed me. When I was depressed, you didn't
befriend me. When I was thirsty you didn't give me drink. When I was in
bond you didn't visit me. Now you have the gall to ask me, "Don't do this
to us." Tough shit. I owe you nothing. So take your part in the lake of
fire burning with brimstone. When you are thirsty, none shall give you
drink. When you are burned, none shall nurse your wounds. Go then and
receive the same judgment as you judged me, hypocrites, and die in hell.

[Jak Wesolouseki]

Post by Jon
When I was hungry, you didn't feed me. When I was depressed, you
didn't befriend me. When I was thirsty you didn't give me drink.
When I was in bond you didn't visit me. Now you have the gall to ask
me, "Don't do this to us." Tough shit. I owe you nothing. So take
your part in the lake of fire burning with brimstone. When you are
thirsty, none shall give you drink. When you are burned, none shall
nurse your wounds. Go then and receive the same judgment as you
judged me, hypocrites, and die in hell.

Who exactly are you accusing?

[Jon]

My brother gave me our childhood Bobby Hull hockey game. It had some
players missing so I bought them on E-Bay. Now all I have left to do is
make 3 missing knobs to put on the ends of the rods. Then I think I'll give
it to charity.

I paid my brother $40.00 at the beginning of the month for milk, but they
never have enough to give me. Today my sister is picking up 2 gallons from
them so there's none left for me. I can't ask for my money back because
they do things for me. They stacked hay bales all around the skirting of my
trailer for me. I didn't pay them for it.

Today my brother had concrete poured on the floor of his shop. They only
got it half done. They had some extra so they put it on some rough spots on
the driveway. Now the driveway is impassable until it dries. I have to
walk up the hill to get to my truck, and it's a long steep hill. In a few
days it will be overwith. I'm glad he's getting his shop done for the
winter.

Virginia Tech finally sent me a receipt for the contribution I sent them.
It may have not been that much, but to me it was a lot. Carolyn and Tom
can't say I never did anything for them. It will not only burn through both
of them, it will burn through their whole establishment and burn through the
bedrock into the mantle. Every penny counts. And what have Carolyn and Tom
done for me? Nothing. They are takers and don't give back. They use
people and exploit them. For Carolyn if you aren't rich to her you're
worthless. To Tom if you don't pretend he knows more than you, you're
worthless.

I'm still trying to figure out my health insurance for 2012. I don't
understand it. I'm asking my therapist to refer me to a case manager or
social worker to help me figure it out.

[Jon]

I was thrown into the abyss and left for dead, but by some twist of fate I
survived, scratch and clawed my way out and went on to become an AVENGER OF
INJUSTICE.

My rage knows no bounds. I had a bad day back then. Now it's time for
everybody to have a bad day. I wield a bullwhip, and I am the last one out
of la la heaven land. Everybody is going into the drink.

[Jon]

My abyss is starving for perpetrators of injustice to fall into it and be
filled... 666 of them. They have been discovered from the inside-out. It
doesn't matter how many people love them or that they've convinced of their
lies; there is no hiding place for them.

[Jon]

Now that your heaven is destroyed, you have to start over from scratch. You
have no choice but to rebuild your heaven the good old-fashioned hard way,
and EARN it; rather than stealing it from others who earned it.