The Chinook Chopper FLEW Calmly Overhead

I learned to bait predators, properly, very young.  I use the term, baiting, for my practice of calling out a predator to show his/ her predatory cards, very publicly.  It is so obvious and blatant on the part of these predators, that people in the vicinity can never erase it from their memory and ignore its pure evil and present threat.  You politely give give predators the attention they need, stay calm, and then cordially walk away at just the right moment.  They then go to the whole community I have just turned away from, and they then verbalize, or show criminal behavior, that represents all of their greed, need, deceit, and type of evil predation on me or persons in authorities (primarily white males).  It centralizes their practice of vicious cruelty and keeps them out of my immediate vicinity, and also away from people who are repeatedly in my vicinity.  Forty six years of this collects the data for law enforcement communities, and military, for the exact moment that the case can be brought before a world authority with a slam dunk.  This is how one catches TUNNEL THROUGH and remote viewing predators who practice multiple types of brutal ritualisms.  So yesterday I baited my father, Tom Mayer.  I wrote in my blog for him to stay away from my niece's soccer tournament, or I will call The Minneapolis Police.  I really meant for him to stay away, but I knew that I would handle the situation well if he did return.  That is the important part because he tunnels through to infinity and beyond.  So Tom has never shown up at any hockey or soccer game, for her, when I was there.  I have been to about 8.  Well he saunters in about 5 minutes after I got there.  It then became 911.  I knew to just stand there and speak cordially to him for about 35 minutes.  While I was standing there, a Chinook military helicopter flew above and flew away.  Two other helicopters approached together after I had removed myself and gone to sit in the car.  I knew to not stress my back.  Once I got to the car, my neck tightened and felt like breaking.  He used infinity military snake WIZARDRY on me, while I stood there.  Well, Dad, you took the bait, and your forever partner in crime took the bait by NOT showing up.  I am sure that plenty of calls have been made to Minneapolis Police about my fitness, authority, and sanity by people in attendance at this special game for my niece.  You just can't stop, can you, Dad?  Now the relatives who brought me can recognize and see your tunnel through and devastation in their lives at the hands of a nasty wizard like you.  MAYBE YOU NEED SOME THERAPY, Dad.  I suggest Don Ulhorn in New Brighton.  Don, have a field day.  It is a present for just you to unwrap.  The man is heinously delusional and thinks that he is this sweet little baby.  It is just disgusting.