Just Some Coffee Talk

I write to express many things, but I have an emerging gift of prophecy that I am trying to repress and give to my family actually.  I need them to know where I go and what I do and for you all to not question me or my authority anymore.  They know the score since Waikiki, even my stepfather Larry, and we can now all just be free to live in the community without intrusion, governmentally.  I just spoke on my cell to my mother, a call prompted by Agent Britton of the IRS who feigned to not hear me on her governmentally supplied cell phone paid for by Dick Cheney.  I called out an air raid siren at Waikiki basically and the Japanese now have no more planes.  My mother knows what that means.  I also protected the life of Joe Biden here and overseas, simultaneously.  My mother will come for me shortly, but I told her of the governmental intrusion into my taxes and life and how Dick Cheney used me in Muncie, In, to mess with international banking systems everywhere.  I do know if she will care.  If she does not, Larry will, and they will have a thrill and a cheap laugh at my expense, but nothing else.  Daughters and dogs, no big whup, COFFEE TALK (Mike Myers SNL skit).  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112