Federal Civil Rights Chief Justice

I am excited to be going to The Como Zoo this week.  Alice, the female gorilla with about a 1.5 year old baby, is pregnant again.  She is held down low in the family chamber.  I now sit at Starbucks in Fridley.  I can see that there is a new wave of Asians who are here who have had it.  I watch, quietly, but I appreciate their presence.  From birth, these beings have had their thoughts monitored.  They know the reality of little privacy, but also screening others from what is really there.  It has gotten that bad in this environment.  Starbucks staff, just know that we can actually HEAR you.  Talking about any customer is bad enough, but hounding one person, or a racial or religious group has you in massive trouble with Constitutional Law and International Courts, as well.  You may be naive and think that that is all jibber jabber, but it means massive penalty phase.  I have met privately with the chief justice of the civil rights federal courts, in Indianapolis, Indiana, when I was there.  It was emotional and I did actually cry.  He soothed me and gave me a tissue.  I would not play on disability or religious differences at the time, so he had to put my case on a back burner as he waited for me to reach the space where I could openly announced my Buddhist affiliation.  Now my physical disability has been documented and studied, so I can report that aspect too.  I filed the 100 page report all by myself.  He then checked my civil and military law school credentials and knew why I could not scream uncle at the time.  I was doing all types of law in vicinity and especially some very special JAG work for Army and Navy.  We still have civil rights because I went further into investigation of Wiccan in law and law enforcement.  Well, Chief Justice, I am ready to press charges against all of the spaces in my paperwork and against every Starbucks in downtown Indianapolis, and The IDS and Fridley Starbucks in Minnesota.  It is both for defamation as a customer and, in Indianapolis, against their hiring practises.  Surprise guys, the boulder is already rolling down the hill.  We will still have coffee houses, and privacy of our thought systems and religious beliefs, because of all of my hard work.  Just know that I did not ask to see the judge directly, but once the federal civil rights court staff in Indianapolis, IN, read the paperwork, they flew him in to see my eyes and hear my voice, personally, that night.  As I write this as "Brave" by Sara Barielles plays on pandora.com.