Laughing It Off...But It Is VERY Serious

I am sitting here at Starbucks Fridley just laughing.  It is the whole idea of the only quad line royal on the planet, in all of it, is unemployed, unemployable (due to me being hated for being so conscientious to be qualified, friendly, well boundaried, and nice to everybody), called violent when I am silent, and the only royal who can get us the heck out of here.  Men are lining up oversees to see the disease of the high horse "royal thinking" community so connected to social work backed time and time again by psychiatry.  I can laugh because I have survived so much, and my abilities are getting stronger.  I should be so schitzo insane, but I am not.  I know exactly what is material and what is mystical.  I do not hallucinate audiologically or visually.  I gather intel telepathically, and I walk away as my computer and phone start to talk to me on their own.  I relate to circuitry, not just men who guard and love circuitry.  Matter does matter, and it likes me, baby baby.  I have a light by my TV that flashes on and off like the mystical light of the Bell Tower of The Shriner Murah Temple.  Come on security friend, the LINE DEPUTY of Marion County gets to drive the pace car for The Indy 500 tomorrow, or there will be no race.  Call Dale Earhart Jr. right now and ask for me.  He will know that it is YOUR misinformation today, not mine.  I could just walk into a police station and offer them free social work, psychiatry, and psychological (as well as medical care) for one year (due to the fact that they are all about to end up homeless and on social security) for a place to live where I can sleep soundly.  THEY can sleep in their cars for a change, Sgt. Tony Thornberg TOP U.S. Army Ranger Sharpshooter from the age of 16.  You are the only soldier I celebrate on Memorial Day.  I WILL see you again.  This military chaplain from the VA says, "Keep going, we will see each other again."  I got the key chaplaincy, even welcoming transgender soldiers to their services (about 7 years ago), when I got my one of a kind U.S. Marine POW Hat. I never leave a MAN behind, Sir Tony.  (The true sire is in your veins)   Debra, the transgender librarian from Sowthwest High School (the biggest transgender case in The Midwest.  I finally got her a key to both the men's and women's bathroom there so SHE could decide.) can vouch that I was there for her that day when spoke to a fully Republican VA crew, and I shared a little of my story from Waikiki with only her.  She was respectful, but I think things will make sense to her today.  It is all me, and even Pete did not join.  They all chose the medical key in our nuclear tree, not INFANTRY (See BOB MONKMAN on that VA mission U.S. Army Infantry from Korea.  He even trusted me with the money box and any medal a soldier can earn.).   Alert to all staff, Kendall, the president of the Unitarian Universalist Society (Internationally) got the keys and started delivering communion to soldiers of all sexuality in back.  She brought me back there and was so high on LSD, she spilled the wine, did the wrong order, and almost set the secondary alter (LAST RIGHTS ELITE ALTER) on fire.  After that time with me, she had to leave.  Thank you Lieutenant MONKMAN.  The UU's have made sure that I barely have food to eat, a place to live, a car to drive, and a job to work, properly.  FBI, it is time to get into that UU Society behind the Walker Art Center.  It will now affect the VA and PSYCH TRANSFERS to The HCMC.  I was a witness to this with a Jewish soldier when I was under all of you so that you did not have to hear people scream.