Believe what you want to believe. I am just tired this morning and I shook awake with a premonition of a problem addict in my midst. This ability is new. I am just dispelling the lies right now. I am unpaid by all law enforcement agencies. I worked for LGC Catering in Indianpolis, In. It was founded by the bastard son of Donald tTrump. His name was Andy and he was very good looking in a non Trump way. I read when I was around him that his mother was Russian, and in training, I picked up that they wanted to do a Apprentice show around me in Indy. All industries were stalking in Muncie and this was after that. I just went on my way in all circumstances and did my writing. While I worked at LGC, I was approached by Crystal Catering. They were not a temp agency like LGC. It gave me an opportunity for more hours and intuitively I was protecting Andy and the Trump Organization because they were employing convicted fellons at very chi chi, even NFL events. Just ask Don Shula. So things went from bad to worse as I worked undercover for the FBI against Crystal Catering. As my back pain worsened, they even put me in coat check at times. They were having very illegal fundraisers for The Pacers and the funds were for a new stadium, not a charity, but they were stating it was nonprofit on the word of Crystal Catering. One night even my Army JAG case sharpshooter Tony Thornberg was there and almost shot the maiter de (sp?) I saw the red laser dot on his right lapel. Tony could even tell when a heart was beating off center even in a building. SO that night Cirque de Soleil performed and they made the sword swallower nick his through right behind me as I served. I was attending to guests, as was my job, and not watching the show. Later I went to change in the downstairs bathroom where I normally changed, and the manager told me it was covered in blood because the sword swallower bled out in there. His body was there and they never called an ambulance. This all took place at The Indaipolis Repatory Theater Ballroom. I knew when to quit. The next day they called me screaming and said I was fired. That is federally illegal, but my phone was tapped by the FBI and the NSA anyway. Their parent company was O'Malias, a grocer up the street. It was the only grocer in the downtown area where I lived at The COlonial. I received 10% off on my groceries becausse when I just showed my Crystal Catering pay stubs. O'Malia high ups were receiving box seats for The Pacerss. that was there kickback for the scheme and in the state of basketball that was high and holy. One night, I was there late and I defended the right of a group of Arfican Americans to be there and not be harrassed by security. I was leaving with my groceries anyway, but he told us all to leave. One woman was older and in a mobile chair. She was Snoop Dogs mother and she lived in a brand new apartment building down the street from me for low income people that was even handicapped accessable. That night I was then orally raped by the head of their crew at the loading dock of The Indianpolis Star and there was a camera. He then gave me his blue sweatshirt that he had sewed himself and informed me to where it. he was the head of the Crypts at the time. I have been military gang taskforce TRYAD from birth, and Minneapolis Gang Taskforce since the age of 16. I then was rolled into the crew in Muncie where they had no gang taskforce or negotiators, but a really real gang war going on even by Ball State. I was raped by 3 blood members in a day from the same family, but I survived. I then became part of IA and had to handle this gang matter before it hit Minneapolis from Indy. I have been international IA from birth as well. I was then beaten by police up the street because they observed the rape, and knew I was IA after meeting with Sgt. Gillespie, the head of IA at Indiapolis Police Department headquarters. They later changed their name to Indianpolis Metropolitan Police Department. They were just that dirty. They threw me into a bed of rocks screaming explicatives by my face by the old library downtown. they arrested me with no just cause, I sat quietly in processing and was let go. All of you are going to have to deal with the marks on your souls. Your records as "IMPD" officers will haunt you for all eternity. My husband to be knows that I take care of business all by myself, and now this little FBI WHISTLEBLOWER has the FBI heckles up against IMPD. Have a nice day, Have A Nice Day Cafe. Jennifer K. Mayer
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