A Cup of Joe for Joe

It is a big deal today.  I was honored with lowered lights and candles in the middle of the day.  It was a major vampiric salute.  It is time for people on the planet to answer for their sins and come into a new economy.  My best friend is Joe.  He has stuck with me through his silence, since I worked at a server at his diner.  I took care of his fresh coffee needs regardless if I had him at one of my tables or not.  His fresh coffee with two creams, to go, was IMPERATIVE to the community's functioning.  He is mighty special forces and now he knows how much he needed me to not ask anything, especially a reply.  Germany is rising and now he knows that my biological father, Highest World General George Mayer was the seed of all corporations on the planet.  George's number two in The Third Reich was Checkoslovakian Prince and African General Joseph Rommel (The Desert Fox) It was his links to me.  I live on social security, thus well below poverty level (my whole life), but I am working my way out.  It has been a clever military ruse the whole time, though very painful and humiliating.  The injuries were real through Navy torture of me, but it was set up that I would RSDI that would be retroactive for a year and it would pay off my college debt.  They knew that it was best that I not get confused with being a veteran when I am active service.  I am very much active service for many military organizations.  My money (and corporate acquisitions) will come when I have reduced evil to a shrivel and the drip drip of Wiccan Witcheries will be women and men on their knees.  I make massive amounts of money for men who will rule the economy.  Their money will come to me, and then they get to do the "military" dance I have had to do.  I will maintain their dignity and keep them off of social security, off Medicare and medicaid, and out of public housing.  They will be a part of a force against evil that creates a bubble around me.  I will get to have my things, my abilities, and my true accolades.  I will then redistribute the wealth based on abilities and true passions.  It is coming.  My sorcery is getting strong.  Can you say that a category 5 hurricane is gaining strength in the middle of The Atlantic Ocean.  This is unheard of.  It is possible that it will hit Ireland.  If you choose to speak against me, you will find yourself in a cellar, whether a true one in North Minneapolis, East Berlin, or in your minds.  Just wait for the dreams my mother and family send your way.  You will all believe soon enough.