Rubio Rally

I went to a Marco Rubio rally yesterday at The Hyatt Regency in downtown Minneapolis. I got there early and they asked me to make some calls to get people who support Marco, out to caucus on his behalf. Everything went smoothly except he ran a little late. My back hurt and Marco's Campaign Director came up to me and asked if I was okay because I was on the floor. He then got me a chair and was so sweet. He gave me his card and it was Iowa all over again. We are in a time of change and security around me needs to be right and tight. I called Jorge and left a message about my calling and waiting for Marco to speak. I then wrote a note to Joe from ESG Security and told him where I was and that there were two police there and private security, but no secret service. After I pressed SEND on his website email, the cia.gov site came up automatically. I think Joe has a new ability. He is a STRONGMAN (holds structures in place with sheer will), FBI, Marion County Sheriff Department, and ESG Security SUPERDELEGATE. I started to type on the cia contact webform and Jorge called me back. He wanted to just check how I was doing and tell me that he is in California. We chatted for a bit, I told him that I had seen my gorillas this week. He said, "You mean the ones at The Como Zoo?" I said yes and told him his English is getting so much better. I then went back to the cia.gov webform and let them know what I said to Joe, and then I told them that their form had just popped up automatically, and then I said that my friend Jorge, from Colombia, had called me back. Later I went to get my phone to call the one Republican in the family, my brother Peter. Both times the lights went off for no reason, thus I did not call. A man I was talking to I believed was AP and Star Tribune. He held the paper in view. He was in poor health, but got their to do some FBI work around me. His code name is TOTAL SLEEZE. Good luck Al Franken, he is coming for you. A couple then came to stand next to my chair (the lights just went on here at Starbucks), I guess Strongman in vicinity. I suspect that they were CIA. I felt a reaction and I started disociating which has me functioning on a different security plane and military, simultaneously. These three just started typing on their cell phones at a rapid pace as I sat there frozen and in open line for telepathy. I worked a little to put Marco at ease. I sent him an email, and he soon came out. Cadets from St. Thomas, with high ability came in their uniforms and worked behind the scenes. I rode the elevator down with them. Marco spoke with a great sense of wit that I hadn't seen at all. As I was leaving, I SWEAR I saw the Dalai Lama in plain clothes. I said, "Dalai Lama," and he nodded at me with a fixed stare. I got on the correct bus and saw Marco leaving in his FBI white SUV. I said, "Bye Marco," as I waved at the vehicle. The man in front of me said, "That is my name. My name is Marco, actually." He was a translator for the military since 1972. He was born in Paris and raised in Peru until the age of 12 when he moved to Rio. He told me he speaks Portugese, Spanish, English, French, and German. I suspect he is world renound in dialects and even speaks Navajo. He is activated now. I say we send this delappidated soul FREE to the Olympics this summer to protect THEIR Madame President. It all just congealed and I was then on my second bus home to be free for the night. I hope is all well Senator Rubio. Al Franken is CIA (all Sat. Night Lives are), he is existing senator (guilty of election fraud then and TODAY), and he is heinously hasidic Jew. This is federally illegal and Senate can handle it with a freeze out IMMEDIATELY. He was born in NYC, not here. We will take out the politicians here one by one. St. Paul Mayor Chris Coleman is now abroad. SWEDEN liked your comedy, Marco, and they are handling it right there. Marco, please OFFICIALLY thank team FEDERALI through Tiajuana, Mexico border crossing patrol. They kept you safe in all the hallways yesterday. Tell them that Jennifer K. Mayer broke up with that DEA loser Greg Jenson. I am, and was, an active service U.S. Marine, and I still exist unmarried and without children or disease. Maybe I am just their border "star". Tell NICARAGUA that I would love to go to tea at his bubble gum "factory."