Opening the Door For Boris

I caught a little of a speech delivered by Boris Johnson, the new British Prime Minister.  It was on late night on CSPAN.  He was the man picked for the job, internationally.  He has special ability and is a British and RUSSIAN royal.  Boris, just know that I had a night with Boris Yeltsin in Muncie,  I met him at Cheeseberger In Paradise as he was enjoying a steak.  He took me back to his "hunting shack" on his Harley.  He was much better looking in person.  No matter what his intentions were, we just talked about wine and his vineyards in California, and then enjoyed some much needed privacy for intimacy.  Well, I survived and he brought me back to the point of origination.  Boris Johnson knows the ins and outs of political play and when to have a beer or three.  His grasp on the economy is almost the acumen of French royalty.  He may look goofy, but I believe that he will seem razor sharp soon enough.  He was speaking to The House of Commons to much adulation and praise.  I see my ex brother in law tunneling through, thus, I believe that he too is British royalty and Russian commoner.  I have not seen him in a long time.  That is all I will say.  Boris, hold the door for my new memory of British Knight Ian (very important* his name is pronounced Ie an not EE an*) Kleeberger.  He and I were married in the night at the Lutheran Church, full ceremony, when I was 13, in Owatonna.  We did not join that church either, we just used a justice of the peace from the court house.  Obviously, they knew how serious this speedy marriage was for the whole community and world authority.  We were both United Methodist, but we wished to divorce ourselves of that Klan and have some privacy.  We only had three hours, but that is all we needed to cut off marriage unity with my family, including step family members and in laws.  He came through last night and then that footage of Boris Johnson came on the telly.   Ian's mother had a very case of MS, so he was very restricted in the community. He was a classic warlock, thus he worked at night around me when my collie Heidi Ho and I would be pursued by Jamaican voodoo.  We survived, and I do remember a picture of him before our marriage when he came to my birthday party when I was 12.  He found out all he needed to know about the Wiccan witchery of my family and he identified another witchcraft that he did not know.  He did sense my relation to The Queen of England.  He saw that my mother was definitely a current Swedish Queen.  The other witchcraft was Appalachian witchcraft.  That coven is now deceased and can cause distinct retardation if practiced today.  Ian has finally come forward to the FBI about abuse charges against a UMC minister when he was 3.  They can investigate the veracity of his claims.  He also has a memory of viewing me in a sadistic group abuse "ceremony."  That, again, can be investigated.  I just got these statements through telepathy.  It is a rub for me to put this out there due to my relationship through parental employment, university, and friendships from this religious colony.  Maybe Mormons are understanding more about my time with them now.  Boris, PLEASE get on board.  We may need to get Ian to Britain QUICK.  He may need to have you personally do his paperwork/ credentials.  He has been surrounded by Russian royals down there in Owatonna.  Because of what could come out of his piehole, he may need to be drugged for the entire 13 hour flight.  He needs to fly commercial or he will freak out.  His warlockery can get him a great job as a tour guide around my palace and it's maze, Hampton Court.