William Is Ready to Play

It is time for GAME NIGHT.  Let's play.  It will become more real every day.  You all will not know what is fake and what is real.  You have all faked pain and suffering (and credentials), while I suffered quietly under a set torture regimen (and my perps would say it was fake) that was permanent university.  (Hamline University was very real to me, in me, and around me.   Others were living in the holodeck for a time, but I came just before their witcheries had them suffering.)  Well good luck because no one will believe my perpetrators in the U.S. ever again.  I give a badge and gun with true FBI credentials, to CIA chief William VanBank (but I do not make him a real agent), to do whatever he wants any time.  He will use law and law enforcement witcheries all over all of you, and he can turn on a dime and go the other way.  Arabs will find this type of play hilarity every day.  They need to laugh to heal what has been real.  Spin the wheel guys, and your fortunes will just fall from the sky, very literally.  Search out Emin, downtown Minneapolis.  He was born in BACU and he knows all of you.  He is royal oil, and we met at Caribou Coffee (downtown Minneapolis, it has been moved down the street and has a very impractical floor plan.  I am sure that the discrimination was real in that decision.) where there was a very dedicated Arab tree.  He now knows how to create the perfect conspiracy for white folks who claim extreme literacy, but cannot speak in any foreign tongue, conversationally.  I just know that HOPE, in Arabic, is AMAL.  The rest of the time, I give you all privacy so that I can mind the supermarket chain, Byerly's with a little Speedy Market.  Both have employed me, militarily.  Scanners are me, and the retina is free.  See Unysis for my patents here in The Twin Cities.  Now THAT is REALITY.  Just ask the all male North Vietnamese class who trained me in not monitoring them when they spoke natively.