Wade I Am Taking My Marine Hat Out Of the Closet

I have Wade, a private pilot I met in Indy,coming through.  He began training at The Air Force Academy at the age of 13.  Now he can fly anything.  He puts you all on notice that it is all true.  If you can't take it that the lead marine of The U.S. and Russia lives in your neighborhood, don't send notes to attend the party.  I just took a walk with my Semper Fi hat on, and went back home.  It was a special hat my grandfather made for me when he was at The VA Hospital for cancer research.  I picked the perfect one, and then they threw away any hat that looked like it, even just a little bit.  They asked for my ID, saw it was me (There is a HUMV certification on it holographically.  They are almost imposssible to drive in The Middle East.)  My walk was about a mile of walking around a staring and glaring crowd.  It was very disconcerting.  I did say hello telepathically, but did not touch, the Shriner's horses.  The Shriners were totally nasty.  It was funny because all of their horses were responding to my telepathic and energetic communication.  I was approached by the FREEMAN camp to wear a sticker of theirs and I told them that I could not have any party affiliation on with the hat.  She was gracious.  Well, I went home, and I called my sister and finally told her that I have been a U.S. Marine since I was 7.  At the bus stop, today "Soldier", by, Fleurie played on pandora.com, and I felt like my sister sent it to me.  I let her know that my grandfather Mayer, General George, did my boot camp.  I can't remember if I told her the boot camp was at his cabin, just him and me.  It was a very special training that used the first indoctrination of world religion, and programming of specified killing.  The number one target was my brother, Peter.  This training kept me out of the grasps of cult leaders, and kept my brother unconsciously knowing when to back away.  My first confirmed kill, in community, was myself instead of the Manchurian Lead, Peter.  It was by military order.  Peter had proved himself loyal, through hockey, and important, internationally.  I devised a certain look, and could even rumble with shaking and a bit of a growl when I needed him to back away and not hit or touch me.  Wade, I do want to see you again, but I need you to work on Minneapolis Police first, by calling their private cell phones, directly.  Send them imagery, and let them follow the path we traveled and drank in that night.  Last night, when I was communicating with the horses, the line deputy for Minneapolis Police force just walked in front of me.  He is a U.S. Marine.  He tugged the satanistic tether a bit and I crossed the street behind him, not consciously thinking of why.  I stayed far enough away (on the other side of the cross street).  He then knew that I lead by example, and I follow like a Marine. He also read me as a romantic lead. A lot of training had to be completed on Waikiki where everyone can see.  I did it effortlessly because I am a genius at following directions.  I also had to master the certification of World General before we left Pearl Harbor to keep everything with my brother complete.  So Wade, I was made Air Force Academy at the age of three.  We stopped by, I flew a helicopter, by myself, in a straight line, for a mile in gale force winds, and BINGO I became TROUBLE.