Today I began my day with a yoga and movement session followed by a hot bath. I called Hennepin County Social Services to ensure that my Medical Assistance was being reupped because I should have received the paperwork for proof and filing by now for the upcoming year. A woman who sounded Ukrainian told me that they were still under Covid status, and they were not sending out forms. I noticed that Martinique was flashing where the number should be. Martinique is a country in Africa, actually. I am okayed for another year. I took 2 buses to social Secuity and got an earnings statement for the new year to check the new amount and let them know that I had not been receiving mail properly for years. I knew that that statement was legally supposed to be in my mail by now. The woman lied and said that was not true. I have been on social security for 27 humiliating years. I know the yearly process. I am not stupid. As I sat waiting, the 4 staff served few people, but one acted as a lookout as three others accessed the databases at an advanced rate. They typed extremely fast and very quietly. I taped my exchange with my social security representative on my Dictaphone. I let her know about the mail and that it is a federal felony to tamper with the U.S. mail. It is not a Minneapolis Police matter. That intrudes on the privacy and rights of Minneapolis Police officers, theeir families, adn their mail delivery. I checked and the 5.8% increase that was promised did happen. I am good to go. I told her that I know that you need an address to be on social security, so if the mail comes back, it is actually my address, and the FBI needs to handle the matter. I showed her my current MN driver's license that had my address on it. Only I can change that address, and if anyone else tries or tampers with my mail in any way, it is a federal felony. I do not need all of the extraneous mail that a person receives, but these types of mailings are essential for my survival, and the shotty work of the professionals in these industries puts me at risk and the precarious nature of my housing does too. I am hoping that all involved can just stand back and deliver my mail properly, keep my medical assistance going, keep my social security active (or suffer international penalty at this point), and keep my rent the same. Everyone stop blaming me for living on social security. It ensures all of these programs and housing systems and even mortgages here and overseas. Everyone knows it, thus I am able to even still go to the Joyce Food Pantry that is UMC. I did then go to Subway and had a 6-inch Philly Cheesesteak. The Latina woman tried to make it a foot long and I stopped her. I asked her just for a small drink, and she charged me for a meal deal. I just knew to grin and bear it. I chose some kettle chips and sat down and ate. I took most of my kettle chips to go with me to eat along the way. I made two phone calls to Gov. Walz about social security and about a man in the parking lot gigoloing who looked like he was selling drugs and gang banging and told him it was gigolo service and that he needed to be removed immediately. Mayor Frey, he has now taken over your city. You had your line diverted around me, illegally, so that I cannot call you or WCCO from my cell, thus I call him instead. You will now hear voices infinity, and no longer be divinity. You had massive visual hallucinations around your secretary all the time that she did tell HCMC INPATIENT PSYCH, Dr. Heath, about, recently. Two creepy, very threatening, Hennepin County Social Workers came into Subway while I ate quietly. My calls to Gov. Walz were not made while they were in the Subway at all. The social workers came in were separately. The energy of these social workers is all the same, and their dress is too, thus It is easy to pick out. It is because they have abused me infinity form birth, and have abused so many children in community, sexually, especially Latina babies now. They are even noncoherently speaking Spanish now. One of them did in front of me. She was heinously inebriated. I could tell by slurred speech and her swaying body as she moved. They all have sex with the priests at The Basilica and do nasty rituals outside there too on indigent crew, thus they now have the mean, aggressive Basilica priest stricture energy going on. Enough said. Two HCMC ambulances came by, one with just lights (creeping) and one with sirens on. I was already outside when the second one came. I then walked to HCMC to meet with Dr. John Bodnar. I spoke briefly to a very unstable schizophrenic man who was aggressive and seemed to be talking to either an establishment or a person who was not there. It was hard to tell because he was speaking in Somali and was also unintelligible. He seemed chemically altered as well. I believed that the Somali man, on blank read, had a knife in his coat, thus I proceeded with caution to just get to HCMC on time and in one piece. I calmed him and walked away. He did not end up at HCMC today. I had my appointment, and it went seamlessly. I tweeted about it actually. I went home on the bus, and Dr. Bodnar came on in disguise. Two other Hennepin County social workers got on and one of them touched me inappropriately when I was answering a question about stops for a gentleman who was confused. He was asking ME, directly, the questions, and then she grabbed me to tell me that the stops were every other even street. She had no right, and there was no reason to touch me. At that point, Bodnar exited. It is all on film. He got on at Walker Art Center. It was about 2:40 pm on the Route 4 bus. All the social workers in this piece were white females. All but the one who touched me had on black rimmed glasses. I got home and unpacked. I drank a lot of water and ate some Old Dutch lentil chickpea rice chips. I took a nap, and then took a bath and washed my hair. I cooked a taco bowl feast that will last over two weeks. I packed up two containers of rice and two containers of meat mixture for the freezer and put the rest in the frig. I then took the meds I am on and went to bed. I woke up a little while ago in physical pain, so I took a bath. My rash from the Dr. Teal's is going away. It still itches a bit, but I am now using baby oil in the bath. I then did the dishes from earlier and I am now writing about my day. Journaling is very helpful to restore neurological memory and muscle memory for the hands. I am getting more and more hungry. I am burning calories at an advanced rate. It is showing in my face and arms especially. Even my new jeans are getting loser in a noticeable way. I must keep eating along my way to ensure that my weight loss is healthy, and that I get the nutrients I need to do the work I do. It is tricky business. Blood sugar issues are a reality once a person has had gastric bypass, thus I always pack snacks with me now. In a moment I will eat again, and go back to bed at a certain point. I think the downtown YMCA is my swim destination today because the Blaisdell YMCA pool is again understaffed. At the end of this day, I call for peace. I am writing to find it in me, as there is waring activity around me. It is like a different Middle East here. It always has been. Just walk down Chicago Ave by yourself, even during the day over 35W and just be your own friend to those black, poor, chemically dependent men. I was a friend to them today along the way, like I have always been, and I am sure that they were not to me as was always will be. Having my father live near Powderhorn Park in the 70's was not easy for me when I lived in an affluent suburb supposedly. They all spread lies about me, and because of the divorces, I have always basically lived in poverty. The bad boundaries of my family still haunt me, but today I prevailed and got to HCMC early and did some comedy for an undercover brother who really needed it before he went totally crack w**** insane. He was just surrounded by them sober, but faking cracked out indigent well. I joked that he was like the Dave Chapelle crack character. I also joked that I knew he was UC here form NYC. He looked me in the eyes as I gave, directly, as I gave him some safety instructions. He was outmanned, and outgunned, and out of his vicinity, and alone. It was a really precarious position for him, and he is the best UC, besides me, in history. David Letterman sent him, actually after some messages from me to Sen. Joe Manchin went public on radio, in print, and almost on TV in NYC. It stopped with him there, or all late-night hosts would have been committed today to BELLVUE to be watched by all African Men of all countries who currently work at HCMC inpatient psych. It is an industry guys, and you have made it that way. I saved you, but I will not even get a thank you for today. Oh well, you could all end up in the same cell at Rikers and not do very well. Choose your side. I will not be your bride, but the disfiguring accident of Jay Leno set by pyro Jennifer Aniston is just the beginning. She did not want just a morning show, she wanted late night. Nothing is as dangerous as a bitter woman scorned, and boy is she bitter and always will be. These women really think they have the right to destroy your property, your lives, your bodies, your minds, your reputations, and send you to a combination of DOC, psych, street time, and CD lockdown. It feeds them, they feel self-righteous doing it, and it feeds their brands and images. They are so self-entitled, not gifted in any way (it is all imagery and seancing, basically), and they have you all by the balls today because you are stupid, and you feed into what they do. That is all different industries that want you guys. Your all deserve it. I did not and had no issues to report. You will go as a unity, but Aaron Rodgers will not. He has NEVER been on any of your shows and if you lie about it, you will be shot. It will be by the CIA after all of the play today. As I walked into the actual hospital with the hospital required Covid mask on, a maintenance man (with another maintenance man "buffer" both looking alike with no masks on at all a few feet apart) there took a quick shot of me on his cell. I told him not to do it again as he looked at it on his cell with his back turned to me. I was so very angry, but I knew to just proceed and let someone handle it telepathically. He is the Super spreader sent by the CIA to frame and blame me. He has Hep A, B, and C, simulataneously. I do not agree to the publishing of this picture. I am a private person here. Dr. Jennifer k. MAyer 112
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