Chapter 26 Slide Kelly Slide At Your Next Baseball Trip

Well I was wrong about the electric company, a nice gentlemen phoned me back
yesterday and was very apologetic, when wrong about something, I was taught by
good honest parents, at least maternally, to fess up, not that I still do not
believe that all bad crap does kick in for me at all the wrong critical times,
to keep phillies down, and dow jones up, 21 years of this now, I watch the rest
of the world changing around me at high velocity, but my problem with the
lawtrons still remain a MAJOR CONSTANT.
DO U HAVE NO SHAME, YOU INTERNET SKUMBAGS THAT SELL PERSONAL INFO ABOUT PEOPLE
TO WEALTHY SKUMMY AGENCIES AND BIG-BUSINESSMEN, WITH ONLY THE INTENT TO MAKE
POOR PERSONS LIVES SO MISERABLE, U KNOW WHO U R, AND I DO NOT HAVE TO GO INTO
DETAILS. i AM A POVERTY STRIKEN FAT LITTLE NOBODY ON DISABILITY, AND THESE
DIRTBALL BILL COLLECTORS HARASS ME ON THE PHONE EVERY DAY, SO i CHANGE MY
NUMBER, LIST IT UNDER A DEAD UNCLE'S NAME, AND POW, THEY HAVE IT AGAIN AND START
HARASSING ME. u WAALTHY PIECE OF MAMMALOVIN SKUM, HOW DO U SLEEP AT NIGHT, YA
CREEPS!!!

nO IT AINT THE 19TH CENTURY, AND ALSO i meant to say 2006 on prior blog, not
2996, hit the 9 key by ax, sorry, and it aint '70 summertime with the big hit
song playting, but it seems that there's just no way to ever get away from my
BASEBALL problem, let alone hockey, and the dow shit market. THE EVIL EMPIRE IS
OUT OF CONTROL, AND HAS BEEN SINCE POOR ZOWKY BOT IT, AT THE HANDS OF OUR
RUTHLESS WORLD DOMINATOR MILITARY FORCES.

Yeah, baseball and me, we've been around forever, at least I have, and believe
me mizz cara, it is PURE H E L L....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That reminds me, my poor mom worked very hard for her DS 'money, not noney', as
stated in prior blog error, sorry swisscheeze. Kelly's great grerat great grerat
grandfather told me that I was very lucky as a boy, to have escaped these wicked
evil CULTISTS, down in ACNJ, in the 60's. This man writes a newsletter, or at
least did up through end of last century, called, SECRETS OF THE NEXT DIMENSION.
He had lots to say in it about these evil dangerous KEMTRAILS, too bad when I
knew him, I did not put enough together at that time, to so inform him of the
magic KRASSLE 1969 ASTERISK ******* KEMTRAIL.

Funny thing about luck and chance, and random odds and controlled magneticsd and
icpe-tek, u can go down to acnj to a casino every day and put one hundred bucks
on all roulette numbers except 3 of them, and have a 35:38 odds of winning $100.
If everything is so independent of everything else as they all believe, you
would think, ok, w not bet this way, just go to a table over and over and
randomly choose 3 numbers not to place your chip on, and have 35:38 chance to
win? Well, they argue, but the 3:38 chance to lose has to get u, and as always,
their vig wins out, and u lose in the end. But if with odds this high on your
side to win, and each day is a brand new day, going each day to a different
table and casino from your prior one, this should cancel out that effect, and
hence you should just about never lose your $3500 bet. NOT TRUE, BABYLUV!!!!!!!
And this is why, if you endlessly keep track of any number that ever comes out
at your wheel, ever and always, day after day, in all casinos and at all wheels,
anywhere in the world, and at any time, it IS INDEED ALL CONNECTED, IN
EVENT-REALITY, can't have it both ways pal, pick an evil, mister Daniro casino
owner. So, logic tells u since all events in reality are stored and cosmically
catalogued, then you will be defeated even with such high odds on your side, but
if u know how to properly go home after a game, and calculate total spins of all
games, and with a fairly simple math equation, compute which numbers that have
been in colder [less outcomes] columns, and now r beginning to get hot, [come
out], now the math equation can tell u to go to any table, anytime and anywhere,
and in your next game, give u 3,4,5 or so #'s, that will come out in that game,
way over their 38:1 probability.

Just luv to pissoff those rotten skum down there:-1 !!!!!!!!!

When my dad found stacey's chain, he took it to a merchant who warned him about
it, and my dad, who was aware of the reputation of this knowledgable local, gave
it away to him, not to be resold, but it was resold by his son, accidentally, in
1967, to a JOHN HENNINGSEN from Colorado, who went on to become a sort of a
mentor to me in '68, they called it and still do call it, BIG BROTHERS
ORGANIZATION, the philly,PA office, was run at the time by a swell dude named
Hans Worshing, and it was on 21st and Chestnut street, a block west of where I
both lived and went to the city center elementary school, in 1963, now I had
moved to Jersey, and lived in haddon township, still with the boys club at hans
worshing's place, and hans introduced mister henningsen to my mom and me. After
the chain one day was seen by me in johns apartment, in the fort nightly
building in haddonfield, NJ, while I was cleaning his pad for ten bucks, he
asked me if I wanted it, and I very enthusiastically said that I did. I had a
friend, BRAD, and one day he and I, were just hanging out and messing around on
the grounds of the garden type apartment complex, when out of the blue, a huge
gargantuan man in his late 20's, stormed out of a particular 4-unit building in
the large system of apartments, demanded my chain, and we stared at him, at each
other, and RAN LIKE HELL, but this huge dude thought he was the flash of 1990,
and caught us by our necks, grabbed us and picked up off the ground, and scared
us half to death. Eventually, he let us go and did not take the chain away from
us, as sarah krassle would soon go onto do a few months later that following
december, it was june 1969, and he insisted it was his. We were led by this
frightening bastard to inside his unit, and his wife yelled out to him, "willya
let those poor boys alone hun, its not r chain, r's in in the babycarriage in
the hall, christ don't u have eyes". I still to this day, aint buyin all this,
afterall sarah took it away from me in a dream less than a half year later on
that year, and I later learned that the dude who efed with brad and me, his
wife's name was ASTEE, ABBREVIATION OF THE WOED A S T E R I S K , by any
chance??????



My loyal, and not so loyal MORIANS, I was on my SKYTORCYCLE the other day in
2097, and was going down pacific avenue and right past resorts, still there, I
turned right to head east out into the ocean area, and along came a large
helicopter, the pilot looked at me, and I saw his face. If I ever told u who it
is, you'd shit yourself if you believed me, it is someone you all know well, and
no one that I ever mentioned on any of my bloggings. This larger by about 8
times cigar store horse, filled with compressed hellium, is a cool passtime,
people up riding them everywhere, and in many parts of hyperspace, invented by a
man from the margate, new jersey area, patented in 2038, and after the fifties
roll around, everybody's got one or 2, or 3.

I lived inQuakertown in the turning of the 19 sixties, after leaving
levittown,PA , in the end of the 50's, and loved to play in the quakertown park
playground. I met a kid who out of sheer fear, will not mention even a fake
name, we'll call him, [kid-x]. He used to call me the champion with the black
snake, u know, those things that fly off when a large 18 wheeler truck gets a
blowout, it is long, black, looks like a snake, rubbery, stretches like hell,
and makes a super swell slingshot. Idea, find some playpark parallel bars, put
snake over one with handles or ends looping down, one in each hand. Pull both
hands to stretch it as evenly and as hard as possible, and the biggest trick,
simultaneously letting go of both ends, so as to make it fly up the highest
amount possible. I was the only kid who could send it completely outa view for a
couple seconds. Why not, I WAS KING DAVID just 50 centuries back for the
goddsake. One day, a mean kid who bullied all of us a lot took it away from us,
and proceeded to walk across the street with his parents to the club pool. A
storm had started to blow up, outa the weast, coming quite quickly. The kid who
called me the champion, also had told me on previous occasions, that he had
died, and was back here from heaven, I just thought he had a great immagination,
although he was convincing as hell, but this was the convincer day of days. He
followed the boy to the pool, and after all swimmers got asked to exit due to
the storm, he was the defiant last lingering one, and was still in whwn all
other children had safely left by this time. The boy FROM HEAVEN pointed at the
bully-kid, whose name was tommy, and shouted above a then howling wind with
backdrops of loud thunderings, u die today tommy, come down to the pool for a
swim great diana arteemus, and 2 seconds later, tommy was electrocuted, my ears
ringing from the loud bang, this part of the story did not make the papers, but
the child being killed in a quakertown pool in 62 did.