Intersecting Industries

I have been part of investigations against both alcohol industry and chemical dependance treatment industry.  I have been part of treatment and care of addicts in both a MI/CD PhD capacity in treatment facilities, sober living facilities, in NFL industry, and now even on the street.  I have been part of investigation against medical industry and psychiatric industry.  I have been part of medical care (I am all types of medicine.  My residency was done at U.S. Tripler.  I did do clinic care on ships) of patients in hospitals, The Union Gospel Mission, the military, the VA system, both Indianapolis and Bloomington (MN), clinics (private and public, here and abroad), ship medicine, and even medical advice and care at the YWCA for a severely beaten prostitute.  I do all types of medicine.  I do not prescribe because I developed too many pharmaceuticals as a small child on Oahu at The University of Hawaii in my Epidemiology lab (PhD) and knew that they were too harmful in the long run to support a whole lifelong Hypocratic Oath.  I also knew that I may have to use these pharmaceuticals to torture later in life.  I do not want to do this type of work.  I have lived a life of peace, taking the violence, pain, and torture on me, and I wish to remain that creature of peace.  If the military needs the best medical torturers, I suggest all the doctors at Smiley's Clinics (University of MN) past and present.  They are from foreign lands mostly, and attendings are connected to The U.S. Navy because of me.  None are Somali.  I have done psychiatric investigation against psychiatry, then intersecting with social work, legal systems, and even illegal DOC systems connected to them both and the pharmaceutical company Eli Lily.  I have now proven that I am the best at discovery behind the scenes, on the spot, and the best Interantional Law attorney in the world.  My discretion with my JAG cases for the Navy, Army, and Special Forces is impeccable.  I have treated psychiatric patients inpatient, outpatient (even in Aberdeen, Scotland and Jamaica), in DOC advanced care case cells under lock and key with them for their own safety, the VA in Bloomington, MN (keeping them out of my chaplain services there), and now I am even doing free street psychiatry to keep patients safe and out of the hospital.  I also do teach medical students all the time, but have eschewed the laziness of doctors who are in residency.  I have done much undercover work against them, inpatient and outpatient, in many systems, kicked many out of the system, both psychiatrically and in all other forms of medicine here and overseas.  I have had doctors booted and sent to penitentiary for just one illegal visit with just one brief conversation to a powerful lead doctor under my care.  I have outed the evils of AA and twelve step groups under my investigations and now AA cannot be used as a diversion from commitment or DOC time.  I am an international parole officer and probation officer now as well as an international line deputy from birth.  I am the top AA specialist in the world.  I evolved a 13th step that was not sexual, publicly, in an AA meeting that was all women in a United Church of Christ basement in Bloomington, MN.  I spoke of evolution past the 12 steps to seek a well-rounded life that brings peace and a diversion from the styles of social circles and patterns that bring one back to drinking.  I did it on the spot because they asked for a volunteer because the speaker did not show up for that speaker meeting.  Half the women walked out so as not to give the step credence.  They wished to keep the unwritten 13th step that was having sex with one's sponsor and then other people in AA intact.  I never was a 13th stepper, thus my life in AA was precarious.  I also actually did no chemicals, thus my law enforcement position was obvious.  I was also respectful, elite, well groomed, and did not speak ill of people which spoke of my military background form birth.  There is an industry emerging that I wish to snuff out now.  I have been used by the military and police to negotiate for gangs my whole life.  Documentation began with the 5-0 Task Force on Oahu.  I was their only negotiator from 3 days old.  I am not a confidential informant and will never be, though I am an internationally certified Private Investigator since my time in Muncie, IN, and my private investigator contact there was from New York City where the top databases are.  They are kept in The Central Park East Police Precinct.  I have never accessed those databases, and I suggest they are shut down now.  Industry chiefs have been changing files evilly to incriminate people and make movie scripts.  They are just not gifted in any way.  Evil just does not pay.  My NYC P.I. lead was linked to Dick Cheney and the Delaware County prosecutor.  I met with them privately one day in the prosecutor/ P.I.'s office.  They shared the space and expenses.  The gangs I have investigated and been a Taks Force Negotiator for are The Disciples, The Bloods, The Crypts, Tryad, MS13, both Somali Gangs, and The Hells' Angels.  Those are the only gangs.  I stopped my own drive by assassination yesterday walking west on Franklin Ave just after Chicago Ave. by the entrance to a srip mall parking lot, when two Somali gang members pulled up on me in broad daylight just not driving right.  They slowed to a stop, and I just looked and them and told them to move on.  I suspect it was an all-gang planned and executed hit.  That was stupid.  I took out The Disciples long ago when I was undercover against social services, all assisted living facilities and their staff, for the DEA and Dick Cheney personally, for the United Nations, actually, and Minneapolis Police Union president Bob Krall, a very powerful and dangerous predator who others could not profile well, and was connected to the NFL having been a former Green Bay Packer second stringer.  He is no longer the Union president and is still at large.  My undercover work has resulted in sexual violation, torture, and beatings on me that have made me the ONLY female gang member.  I have never been part of odering gang violence or part of drug exchange though I have witnessed their violence twice in a car, in the back seat, and I have seen their drug use.  For The Bloods it was very strong pot, and I took out Gary Gang chief for the DEA when he smoked crack alone with me in my apartment in front of me (no sex in 5 minute encounter), and then I put him on the street to be arrested in Gary, IN.  It disbanded that gang. I am the only female member of all gangs.  I keep those hard-earned memberships to advance medical care for street people everywhere, bring peaceful community relations, and to stop prostitution in all vicinity.  All gangs and gang members know that I do not prostitute, thus they trust me with their guns, their families, and their behind-the-scenes drug use.  I have never struck out at anyone, but under DOC lock and key investigation for IA chief Sgt. Gillespie, I was tortured and beaten severely.  I was also beaten twice by appearingly white police officers in the streets of Indianapolis.  I was not committing a crime or resisting at all.  I have always gone peacefully with officers.  I was not intoxicated at all.  One time I was just walking home with my groceries.  These were all supposedly misdemeanor charges they were not even reading Miranda Rights to me for.  I was then sexually assaulted by a female DOC officer during a strip search in a public strip search area in the intake area of the Marion County processing Center.  I have never felt so degraded and humiliated in my whole life.  I had done nothing wrong and did not have a violent arrest or drug history, thus the strip search anally was illegal.  Delusional social workers then teamed up against me, illegally, there in Indy with delusional teams of psychiatrists and residents at multiple hospitals and the anty got upped.  They even did an illegal eviction notice on my door that has to be served personally by a sheriff deputy.  I had lived there for 3 years without incident.  Bill, my maintenance man who was quite the curmudgeon was really concerned about me and even went to the FBI.  Because of maintenace matters on the old building, we spent a lot of time alone together.  I knew to stay out of his way, but we chatted effortlessly.  He knew I was a DOC key from birth, instantly, from the moment he met me.  I set him free to be all agency for me and only me.  He was an active Geppetto serial killer, so I thought was really sweet of him to help me so kindly while I was there and to approach the very inconvenient FBI locations. I then had to move to a Vermon infested (bed bugs, coach roaches, and rats) sexual predator apartment to do further undercover research against social work for the DEA and psychiatry, while I was their onsite parole officer.  They were all that crazed and dangerous.  They superglued my door shut twice, and my social worker was there to witness it once.  She did not care.  She waited 5 minutes and then left me there in the hall all by myself.  They ALL knew who lived there.  Their facility is now for them to escape all culpability.  It was Midtown Mental Health.  Their psychiatrists still practice in Indy, but have switched to adolescent psych thus have no hospital privileges.  They have probably all changed their names by now with the help of Dick Cheney and are scattered abroad like anyone who will torture me very publicly "professionally", they always get the best protection, resources, and escape culpability here and abroad.  At a certain point, I needed a break, so I went to detox for 3 days and was released.  It was not alcohol related and I was sober.  I was given a urine test.  My social worker took me there.  I had no car the whole time in Indy.  I took buses, walked, and rode the bus.  Some car rides were given by agencies, police, FBI, Sheriff's, and private parties.  I was even given a ride by a Carmel Police officer, and he went to the Hamilton County line and then paid for a cab for me to take me to The Jullian Center Dometic Abuse Shelter.  Yeah, like the cops did not know me and know my case had efficacy.  I had never met him before.  He even showed me a picture of his beautiful wife and five children and told me of a trip to Lake Itasca in Minnesota.  I bet he was a Voyager up there.  I was in the back seat to show, on film, that he was proper and that it was not at all for a salacious reason that I was in the car with him.  I am not speaking of under arrest matters for these law enforcement rides.  It was work.  There was no undercover work there at the privately funded Christain detox center, I just needed a safe place to be on film and in front of staff to be seen as very faithful to the Christian AA program they were working.  I survived.  Could all of you, and still have your teeth, a clean arrest record, still be walking talking and creating, writing a piece like this with my rights online (here on a university professors site with full on copyright protection and very protected and respected on twitter after myspace betrayed me so quickly), with all of my degrees intact, with all the rights to my finances, and even the right to have a very special and gifted very telepathic cat?  So, I do not want gangs to become an industry.  They need to still be governed by the laws of the land.  They need to be respectful to police.  They need to not touch people inappropriately or be violent to themselves, others, children, and animals.  My raping by the KING OR THE BLOODS (Chicago Blood colony) in Muncie, IN, needs to NEVER be used as a film piece, especially "documentary", and I do not want acts like that seen in books, on podcasts, on TV, or even in print.  It just encourages copycat crimes of that nature and even more gruesome sexually sadistic crimes, and it denigrates my suffering and the really abusive and horrible reality of gangs on me my whole life.  I do actually feel pain infinity, especially after I opened to spiritual forces of the nth degree.  Torture of me is internationally illegal, but they do it anyway at HCMC and the YMCA.  I did represent the man who raped me with a hammer in a court of law and got him off on murder charges that were put under misdemeanor status.  We needed him out of Indiana all together and back tot he streets of Chicago to police his own.  I also represented the U.S. Navy SEAL who put me in The Better Way in Muncie, IN (It was a NYC Mob mistress domestic violence shelter turned brothel as I stayed across the street at the YWCA, and then it changed quickly overnight to KKK women and children.) and then transferred for my own safety (by my search of domestic abuse shelters by their telephone lines [I called Seattle, WA, and Indianapolis, IN.]) to The Salvation Army Domestic Abuse Shelter in Indianapolis, IN, (I was driven by one white female staff member of the shelter by her own private car with her driving the whole way the appropriate speed and safely.)   That Navy SEAL was huge (6'5") and muscular and was killing people in town of all types, and the police did know it because he called with his hubris and told them to pick up the bodies.  They loved it so they supplied him free crack cocaine.  I knew to not wake a sleeping tiger there.  He smoked it in front of me once.  I have never done any drugs except a little pot and a shrooms experiment on me.  It was all overcover work.  I hate drugs, and they are really bad for my brain and balance, actually, and everyone knows it from Waikiki.  I would be dosed, very illegally by the U.S. military, even my canteen on the beach, and by tourists who were seeming helpful that were industry chiefs.  I needed to drink water, and juice and they knew it.  They thought my torture was funny, and they thought they could get a chance to rape and tape me.    I did this Navy SEAL's JAG work for the Navy up until recently, remotely, for my own safety and efficacy of MY JAG work, and now the DOD will face charges for that matter.  He was one OUT OF CONTROL soldier and was a former friend of Dick Cheney and W.  They snorted coke together in DC and Chicago where Wilson established The Black Republican Party and headquarters (torn down now).  It was in the old city hall.  This active service member told me how little piggy Cheney was with the coke.  They also did heinous sex parties where Wilson moved from catcher to pitcher in a day.  He was the most decorated Navy SEAL ever.  That is what the U.S. Navy decided to decorate.  He is the one who hooked me up with The Bloods in Muncie, IN.  Dr. Jennifer K. 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