It is 3:57 a.m. and Pharaoh awoke me for food. He does this every day. I get that it is Tripoli time. It is Middle East Police in his mind. His indoctrination is through by all of you. He is free, but now you all are not. Bashier Qaddafi, man who offered me "everything" in writing. Your contract to write only about The Middle East, for your publishing company in London, was crap and a trap. The Satanic Verses are real, and now your crew will really feel. Pharaoh actually sleeps, without waking while I write. Hee hee, I lied to yee. How does it feel, Bashier? I joke about it because I never lie, but obviously you do. It hurts one's reputation in The Middle East. I had a "shake awake" to write this entry. I awoke to know to begin an entry about Pharaoh. Rumors are that I have another website or many that speak lies, hate about The Middle East and all Nations, and about hatred for my beautiful cat Pharaoh. He is my hero. You are not a hero. I intuitively link you to DICK CHENEY today based on the fact that my internet was weirdly reloading when I awoke and that this site only would not appear. I troubleshooted through my email, finance sites and twitter. My last entry was about Dick Cheney. The man is a monster just like you and your whole crew. Well, just for the record, you look like you are white, and your eyes are blue. You told me you were from Tripoli. We were introduced my TONY from Palestine with Italian blood. He had lived in NYC, and I suspect he knew you there, actually. It was at Caribou Coffee before it moved up the street closer to WCCO TV downtown Minneapolis. His parents live in a Palestinian camp in Amann, Jordan. He showed me a picture of them there. He did also say that he had played soccer at a Saudi Arabian University where his father was a professor. I met Tony years before. He was in front of me in line in a nice suit. He had his passport with him at the time. I did not get acquainted with Tony, though we were both regulars there almost daily, for about a year. I was never alone with either of you and was never physical with any of you or the whole Middle Eastern crew that we had in that "coffee clutch." Tony liked to smoke cigars outside as we all sat on the patio. Mustafa did not smoke. In front of me, you did not either. Kalid did smoke. Mike of Eritrea did not smoke. I never smoked at all. I would speak with you all for about 45 minutes about this and that, and then I would go in and do my writing while you all sat out front. The topic of your conversations was not a thing I was privy to. I do not have invasive spiritual abilities and I do not want to. I did speak with Tony once about his great respect for Saddam Hussein, and I listened without disdain. Diplomacy in The Middle East is hard, but I am not a discard, Bashier, you are. On the day we met, you were wearing a white button-down shirt with royal blue checks on it, a tan belt, and khaki pants. On that day, we all journeyed with Tony to Lunds and Byerly's downtown. It was the only time I ever did a "field trip with you all. Tony bought a huge amount of older meat with his EBT card. I did not label him a discard, you did Bashier. I then only saw you and Tony at Sneaky Pete's when I went to see him and dance for a bit. I only saw you there once. It was just a few times. It was not my scene, and it was fairly mean. It was owned by a very rich Palestinian gay man. Tony told me. The one time you came in, you were drinking a lot, not me. You were very drunk, and were falling all over your very heavy white female date. I would say that you are a very sloppy drunk, Bashier. You made that very clear. It is not very Muslim of you, and the things you say about me are not very Christian. Muslims are not supposed to drink. Somalis do not abide by this rule in front of me in town. It is their own business, but Muslims need to not speak of me at all. None of you know me properly. Sunni or Shi ite, you all never made it right. I did go with Tony one other place alone, and that was Boost Mobile to pay his bill. He had an international calling plan. He paid his bill, Bashier. He did it very publicly in front of me in cash. I know that he stayed at The Volunteers of America Apartment Building where he had an apartment that had some maintenance issues. He spoke of it twice. There was another Middle Eastern man who would appear sometimes, who I did not know his name. He had sliced scars all up and down his arms. At one point there were some new ones. They were newly stiched and were about 2 feet in length up the forearms. Tony told me, when that man was not present, that he had been at HCMC locked down psychiatrically, for at least a week. I did not question further. It was his own business. That man was a seamstress. He would make beautiful dresses and purses for a young Hindu girl who had Day Care at The YWCA who would come in with her mother after Day Care every day. WCCO personalities would shuffle through, and I spoke to a few on occasion briefly and cordially. Sheriff deputies (5), in the summer would come through daily, as well during the week. I do not go to the new Caribou. I just do not like the slow service, and the layout. It has nothing to do with any of you. The one last "honorable mention" as you would say, Bashier, is Sasha, real name Alexander Romanoff. He was trained in hand-to-hand combat by The KGB as a small child. We shared knowledge of our martial artistry training on that day inside Caribou, privately. He was about to be taken away by The KGB. He was not KGB. He was CIA. I am KGB, thus I set him free because I am the head of the CIA and an agent too. I will not list my CIA admin online at that time for you here now. I made him RUSSIAN INTELLIGENCE that day. I became Russian Intelligence more recently, and Dick Cheney okayed the deal with Vladimir Putin, directly. You know nothing about the actual spy trade, Bashier. Sasha is a nuclear physicist, but got confused about my yoga experience and meditation too, thus he began studying metaphysics and went a little crazy around all of you. It was not funny when Tony shared with me very publicly on the patio that Sasha had become heinously addicted to crack. I know now that he did not. Tony did. Sasha killed Mikail Barishnakoff the other day in Red Square. Mikail was the top living KGB assassin. Sasha is now a KGB assassin and is doing just fine. How are you doing, Bashier? You are the only one left of Qaddafi line. I did notice after the day we met, that you tried to tunnel through people with the same white button-down shirt with royal blue checks you were wearing on the day we met, who were doing the news on TV. I commented on it over and over to my very abilitied roommate Margaret Peabody. She was open about being a prostitute. She knew that I was not. I just took care of federali trade and did a UN General Inspector one night. For the pizza, he did pay, but that is all. I have never accepted money for sex, Bashier. Maybe you should try it. By noticing, and telling Margaret, she tunneled through the commentators immediately, something I cannot do, and saw that you had had phone contact with them, and not sex. She then blocked you and had some view of their private affairs. You were then not able to tunnel though. The whole spy trade would have been ruled by you, and The Director of The Agency, an international spy agency, Peter Vanness, the best jewel thief in history, would be dead today. It is a ticking clock, Bashier. Dick Cheney set us all up there, but Dick is a diplomat too, thus I channeled him after the entry yesterday, and he had respect for my growth and authority. I got my weblog site back on my own with my own abilities. Go ahead and attack me if you wish, but stay away from the NSA, the CIA, Dick and Liz Cheney today, and all federal buildings. An unidentifiable Shi ite like you could be very dangerous to Dick and his DOD crew. Maybe I just do what I do, but my bank Huntington does too. At this time, they are acquiring 4 headshots of you taken recently in New York City. You are very arrogant and stupid Bashier, not me. No bank will ever let you in again. Dick was my banking friend and started TCF for me to approach in my time of need. We met publicly there in a "fishbowl" office discussing my bank account data. He got the print outs for me to turn into Hennepin County Social Services for my Medical Assistance review. He stamped it with his personal stamp right in front of me. It was something he had never done for anyone. We are ethical bankers here and overseas, Bashier, are you? Does your code erode. I suspect that you are working with a new chain that is insane. It is introducing SWEDISH WITCHERIES, like web and pan trying to own every white man, into banking systems and credit card systems all over the world. All will fail, and we will have anarchy if you and they succeed, Bashier. I believe in order, and hopefully soon Mr. Cheney will actually fight for justice for me in Hennepin County and in every country in the world. I never discard the right card, Bashier, though I have never been a gambler. I prefer 3 card gin. In that game, I do actually win. I do not play for pay, but Dick Cheney does today. It is legal now. I just made him a WHALE in Atlanta, and L.A. but not Vegas, somehow. Rockets up, Dick. Lockhead Martin was sick, but I just Grand Plan fixed the new rocket system. Look at my designs now. They are perfect and from Waikiki. They are just for yee, and I do it all for free, Mr. Cheney. Silicon Valley is crazy, and now you know that this sly fox is not. You are rock star, but be bizarre instead. Please never call me f****d in the head or my brother Pete will tunnel through you to make you want to be dead. He has that ability that is why I was so suicidal once I chose Hamline University. He hated that I chose such a plebian society when I was such an erudite. He wanted me to go Ivy, and Hamline was far too liberal for me, and thus him. His Alex P. Keaton nature was then apparent, and he stayed away from me on campus. It was best. They were actually brutal there, could not actually read, and did not care. All the work was mine, and it was all CIA employees, even the janitors. They were the assassins. Clean-up crew was the maintenance men. I wondered why that building always shined for me that was exactly in the middle of the campus actually. U.N. Ambassadors sons (who I had to protect legally) kept you off campus, Cheney, because you hated The Middle East, very personally, and having Tariq from Kuwait there filled them all full of hate my way. The Middle East hates the U.S. of A because we just do it all better. There is no creativity there and no true universities. There is such perversity. War and bedlam there ensue every day. That is all. Make the call, Dick, to sick sick Bashier who keeps tunneling through people here and saying that I lick dick every day. I am just home with my cat, cooking baking, and cleaning. Please give me some peace and justice in this very Pagan and sinful community. Sexual lies will soon paralyze. I have been paralyzed of late on and off due to mystical hate and use of illegal substances on me since I was wee, and also the very heinous use, more recently, by lethal combinations, and lethal doses of psychiatric medications on me. Just ask Dr. Rosario Grau (accent sounded Spanish) formerly of The Associated Clinic of Psychiatry. Without seeing me, once I chose to be released to Bill Kelly IRST facility for safety from my assaulters (and to find housing after they ensured that I lost mine) she changed my medications sight unseen, completely from a doctor from Fairview University Riverside who forced me on them after I reported a very violent gang rape with mystical components to The Golden Valley Police in the Fairview Riverside ER. I was released by their sharpshooter that night and then Minneapolis Police did fight and took me in illegally. Doctors lie to my face about drug levels and produce false reports through wizardry, thus they rarely take blood tests on me. I have never shown aberration at all. I need no drugs, but I take them to keep my housing. I am boxed in by all the sin. I drink caffeine. That is my one chemical. I have never really been even a drinker. I had to just fake it for the scene. I actually have no chemical abuse diagnosis, but have stayed in a detox in Indiana for safety for 3 days, did a 21-day program in St. Paul for the same reason, did 2 IRSTs 90-day programs for safety, stayed in a sober house for financial reasons, and lived in sober living for finacial reasons as well. I have been to more AA meetings than anyone ever before times 6. I have tried more anonymous programs, sheerly out of thirst for self-knowledge and growth, than anyone ever before. I am a triple PhD in MI/CD Psychiatric Care. I have been sober more than anyone ever on this planet for more extended periods of time. I have had more times of no sexuality than anyone ever on this planet in this lifetime or in the past. I have worked the 12 steps 3 times, starting with the program Into Action. It was out of a church basement in Brooklyn Center, MN. Finding safety in my life (since I opened to channel my spiritual gifts) and housing has just been that mean. No one in those "sober"spaces stays clean, but I always did. It is easy for me. I enjoy it actually. It is probably why I was brutally attacked at Progress Valley by the director and other sober living participants too. The Bloomington police then publicly beat me, and then took my statement about the Progress Valley attack and stuck me in an HCMC ambulance right after I ran there after the attack at my residence, that night at Bloomington Mcdonalds. I did survive, just barely, and they took me right away to psychiatry where they had all these people there who had disease and who had also been badly beaten by HCMC security guards for no reason. In the morgue where they had me with one dead patient, a Minneapolis Police officer was there with full color "sleeve" tattoos on. Commitment, and illegal ECT started immediately. They even tried the lethal injection with me at one point in front of a Hennepin County Social Worker named Peggy Burke. She stalked so bad I was bale to get her off my case. I had Minneapolis Public Housing, but she said that I could not take it, and that I had to live in an Assisted Living facility. It was completely illegal. I had no choice, so I just stayed in that torture cell for 5 years paying far too much rent in a two bedroom for bad food and no help with cleaning that was paid for by The State of MN. Pinnacle Services is not a reputable company. I left when they doubled the rent and were charging $950 for a room in a crappy 2 bedroom apartment in a bad neighborhood in NE Minneapolis with way beyond substandard care. They even stole and replaced my codeine cough syrup after I only used 3 doses and then went back to use it months later when I became ill. It was light in color and tested wrong. I could have died. It was kept in a narc drawer. If I had chem dep issues, I never would have been allowed to have that med prescribed in that facility and from a doctor, actually, especially being on social security. They watch everything. In hospital, HCMC ruled me retarded and never took me to a court of law and committed me. It was not legal, and like all of these processes was not real. All the paperwork was illegal, I reviewed it personally, and it was from the wizardry press at Northwestern University in Chicago. Error in name and legal residence or phone number makes a legal document illegal and case must be dropped. The CRIMINAL prosecuter, Mike Freeman, of Hennepin County had a letter too in this document. That is also illegal. I have been through this fake process in front of me so many times, Mike, I know the facts, and now maybe even Choi and Ellifon reacts. Maybe there are too many alcoholic sex addicts at Northwestern University who really need psychiatric care. Oh well, I guess I never tell, or do I Pete? Gotta go, but Bashier, just so you know, Pharaoh showed up as soon as I wrote about Sasha, thus is important to prosecuting you and finding justice for the whole world society. He was meowing at the door as I wrote that statement about Sasha, and when I wrote it, he stopped and came over and just put his paw very lightly on my left typing hand. Just know that the last ime I saw Sasha he ran after me and I know not why. He has an eagle eye. he did not want me to cry. I do not cry publicly. He did not want you all to dishonor me. I knew to quickly hug him. Maybe it did bug him. Itgave him the insights on the scene. None of you knew me until Caribou. None of you ever touched me. I actually live in poverty. I am actually Russian royalty House of Stalin and KGB. Bye Bye no eagle eye, Bashier, but do not cry because the EVIL EYE of EGYPT is now on you, Bashier. It is Q from CBS's FBI. Sincerely, Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112
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