President Miguel Ruiz-Canel, I enjoyed your company last night. You made me bleed again with your ecstasy. It was in the bath tub after our coitus. Mr. Aaron Rodgers and Mr. Justin James Watt combined their werewolfery and, when I sent them away because I no longer wanted to be in a twisted romantic slave to their masters relationship that I could not say no to, they stopped my cycle completely that had been very regular. You know that I am on the pill, thus our coitus was allowed to be okayed. Your governmental werewolfery is much stronger than their NFL, royal, and military werewolfery, thus you could break their Wiccan spell on me. They will be an international terrorist threat today, possibly with Tom Brady. Just do not let them into Cuba. Let the chips fall where they may. Thank you for freeing me to be my destiny. They have continued, time and again, to tell me I have none. They have, over and over, told me that I am fat, plain, not gifted in any way, and lazy. They have no degrees so they denigrate mine. My place is impeccable in its cleanliness, as you saw on our very impromptu meeting, and they would tell other players and Roger Goodell that it was a pigsty. I was just gutter trash to them. They tried, over and over to get me to use ecstasy and heroine. I fought them to the bone on that one, and they never got the drugs in my system. Aaron had a defenseman from L.A. hold me down one night and tried to inject heroine. It would not go in. My vampiric veins said NO. Well all they hear is yes yes yes. Well let them have their yes's. I just want them to stay away from me. They will now try to corner the market on ecstasy. They are just that stupid. They are heartless, Aaron lacks conscience and Justin fakes morality, very puritanically. They are very schizophrenic in front of cameras and behind the scenes, and after this entry will become paranoid and their delusions about me will surface, verbally. They have stalked me my whole life. They are both actually older than me. They are both drug and sex addicts. They pay for nothing. Justin sticks to men, sexually, as powerful soldiers do, and Aaron, of royal play, is quite bisexual today. I pay for everything, live on social security, budget well, and they still stole from me, and charged things on my Capital One Mastercard illegally. I was allowed, through perfect slave behavior, to maintain my anal virginity, but it was not easy at all. I still have scars in my bones. Aaron is a Head Geek for Geek Squad and still intrudes on my computer, accounts, and my cell. He even started a fake twitter account with a picture from my cell that he had illegally obtained after I had sent him away (he is my worst stalker of all of famous origins), and labeled the opening statement with A. I told my brother Pete about it, and it went away. I do not care why. I just wanted the stalking to stop. These men are very connected, but because of me, not very respected, at this time. It is time to pounce, Miguel. I stand no chance against them alone. I am already fighting powerful governmentals, dismantling law enforcement agencies in this country, taking away any esteem from universities, outing the evil of all practiced religions and religious authorities, and dealing with the sickest Pagan community in history. Other hateful beings are also afoot. The Supreme Court is even trying to disbar me, internationally, and that is illegal. They could all end up in The Hague if they continue to stalk, violate the privacy of, seek free legal clarification of their duties, and threaten me, even through channel. Miguel, please just have people back away. I did accept your proposal of marriage last night, thus I am now your fiancé. I will wear a ring on my right ring finger to honor you. It will be plain and silver. Werewolfery law provides me the right to cloak the highest werewolf by changing to gold on occasion. People may just see this one as gold do to your rising alchemy due to rage about the violation I have endured. I have never belonged to a coven, have never even read a spell, and will NEVER practice witchcraft even if I am tortured to do so. I will choose dismemberment and death over this disgusting practice of weakness and arrogance against anything that is holy. Thank you for just tunneling through to see what these very sick men did to me, and how they enslaved, degraded, and chambered me, while I had to cloak them by working at Cub Foods in great pain. I was very effective and governmental there, thus the full on lesbian crew hated me. I did serve the last Mubarak of Egypt and a diplomat from Russia who I advised, telepathically, to kill his Swede female Wiccan handler. I let him know, telepathically that she was about to have him abducted and enslved overseas. he took care of it immediately in the car. My immediate superiors at Cub Foods were all female. I did still earn a commendation by customer compliment. My prize was a free Cub pizza. I told my very sick and twisted, mentally ill neighbor, Chris about it. He is too insane to work, so he freaked out on his dog and wife. Boy, Miguel, I have dealt with the insanos well. Our comedy last night was ecstasy. I no longer want any chemicals to be allowed on Cuba. Please shut the pharmacies now. Let drug lords know to stay out of your country. Alcohol is a drug and I no longer want it around me, thus no one will fell the results of any drug ever again. No being on eart drinks alcohol for taste. I drank alcohol because I was enslaved by drug lords and alcohol industry very young, at Waikiki and in town at a Chinese restaurant that I headed a Tryad taskforce for. It was a mahjong gambling operation. I have been sober most of my life, but undercover I did drink. I have never been drunk. I hate the taste of alcohol, actually. I have gone the longest times with perfect abstinence. I had never had an impure thought when I was working. I will just define impure as sexual. My sexual thoughts about you are not impure. They are divine. I have done a lot of volunteering, and I have never had an impure thought while volunteering. I have done much exercising and many activities, and have had no impure thoughts there. I have never had an impure thought in an academic setting, but have been greatly intruded on, especially by Vietnamese males, sexually in class. My Organic Chemistry Professor in college colluded with my father. He was a former student of this professor. I did private research with him in the summer. I know not what he has said, but he was abusive, academically, and I do have repressed memory, sexually about our "private session." Please take care of his whole family and that "university" now. It is Hamline University, in St. Paul, MN. Sincerely, Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112
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