W. Your Staffer Got to Me Last Night

I am now feeling like Starbucks in The IDS Center Crystal Court is my space of AMNESTY. I know when to stay away to keep it that way. Yesterday I knew to go to Caribou. I am in a shifting place with my family. I am in a space of setting boundaries around their sneaky verbalizations in the kitchen and in community. The facts are there guys. I wish not to be rude, but facts are facts. You have had the whole world to back your play, but not today. Cops are about to go down for all of it. I will just make them a blue blueberry jello today, and have white cops work with their own and other can deal with The Federali's. I have found an international zone and maybe it is the perfect place to work, with music and comedy, with drug cartels primarily from Central and South America. I will never do drugs or carry them or take or carry the money around them. If you want to treat me, I am up for that, but I will not ask you a bunch of questions about what you do. I AM a great listener, especially telepathically. Just know that my Line Deputy is always watching and monitoring activities around me, but we need to beef up the border this week. My sister needs to keep her post in TUSCON, AZ. Family, treat me with respect and I will do the same. I will not speak about being in law enforcement or about passing the bar at Hamline University in the law library. Denials are basically all of you speaking to all of you and especially Greg Renstrom. Attorneys, you are welcome to come my way. Last night one from the W. administration and Obama's as well came to sit and chat next to me at The Local. Do not go LOCO man. I am who I am and they are working the amnesty angle as well. It takes time to be a solid white community around me. There is always a JUDAS in their midst.