Rapist on Trial in Duluth as We Speak

I was raped 5 times in one night on late Saturday night until Sunday afternoon.  I was forced to buy him cigarettes, one Modelo beer, two drinks for his friends, and the most expensive shot in history.  It was a double of 12 yr. aged brandy.  The man stole my one-of-a-kind Tom Brady Buccaneers t-shirt that has an icepick puncture through the front that Tom put there himself.  The rapist was picked up by two me I can identify who supposedly were coming from Duluth, but they came within an hour which is impossible.  He said one was his father, but neither looked like him.  I suspect they are still at the 1029 Cop Bar in Ne Minneapolis that homes the skills of rapists on a mattress downstairs and puts the bras of the "victims" above the bar.  Everyone knows it and goes there anyway.  It is owned by the two men who are the very dirty Minneapolis Gang Taskforce.  I am their superior and negotiator.  I suggest Levinworth for life.  The staff at Tom's Watch Bar watched and laughed and helped as the man tried to order more and yelled at me that I had stolen his cards and his money out of his wallet even after I had paid for his drink and the drinks of his friends, one being flav o flay.  They almost stole my one-of-a-kind steel credit card with no place to sign that can even be used for distributor caps, ammunitions dumping, and explosive work.  I guess that is no big deal.  That is a terrorist watchlist bar.  The name on the sign changed from Tom's Watch List to something else after I went in there on Saturday night after a shrewing hunch I received at Gluek's Bar that is now covered in David's stars on the wall as Gluek's Beer ads like the David's stars on the Chicago sub shop at Lyndale and Lake.  Tom's tried to put an extra charge on my account after JJ Watt sat next to me and walked out on his tab.  He was talking to himself and looking very retarded the whole time.  They should not have served him the Blue Moon that he had.  That is my last known favorite beer with an orange in it.  He tried to set my face on fire publicly with a lighter as the staff just watched and laughed then too.  He is the most heinous domestic abuser of mine in history.  He looked like himself, but he looked like sh**.  I think he is dying of full-blown AIDS.  He could have mystically blown up the whole bar with that lighter and now it is on fire, and I am home.  It will probably mystically reappear if I go down there.  Oh well.  Through these acts of deception, I acquired the bar and I own all bar trade, restaurant trade, craftsman tools, all fast food, and all minimarts and gas stations, but still, I have no compensation at all for my torture.  Jared Goff and Ryan Gossling are working at a record pace to make things right around my trioral and twice vaginal rape that took my celibacy that was 3+ in years.  The man told me he had Hep C and Gonorrhea, but he used two Magnum condoms to do it.  I bled vaginally after each rape.  He loved it and screamed for more even when I begged to die.  I am now being framed by all of my family and Duluth community.  I have his t-shirt here and pictures of him, his wallet, a check he had that was fake with no check number or address, and a picture of an Excel pawn slip for a drill.  Luckily, he did not have that, or he would have used it on my brain like my mother did with that and hangers as a baby.  Believe it or not.  She would hang me by that wire hanger in the closet for a week after she thread it through my skull.  Well, Jared and Ryan do care, and you are all sick twisted mother fu**ers.  I am tired, but not defeated.  The man stole a dish towel with lemons on it.  He gave the fake name of Fred Seivert, but I believe it is actually John Smith.  e He said he was half German and part Ojibwe, but not possible because all Ojibwe are men and he said it was his mother's side.  I believe he is 100% Irish.  He had a card for Canterbury Downs racetrack in his wallet.  I cleaned my whole apartment, threw away all my scarves that were out, put all my hats in the closet, put all of my winter clothes away, changed my cat box, and did 8 loads of laundry the next day.  My place looks great, and I cooked a brilliant chicken, diced tomato, black bean coconut curry with mint lime rice for dinner.  I froze some and have some in the frig for the week.  I go to Joyce Food Pantry today at 1 pm.  Hopefully they do not lock the door like they did last time.  Luckily, I called, and they let me in.  They lie that is not connected to the United Methodist Church that Pagan Satanistically abused me (Joyce) and now devil worships on me daily, but my mother told me that my stepfather transferred the tax ID to Lake Harriet United Methodist Church.  Now this food pantry cannot be transferred there today.  It must be open until the end of time to serve me and only me.  All food acquired there will be collected by the U.S. Marine Corps.  I am all of the men's commanding officer.  In actuality it is just Jared, Ryan and me, and it always has been.  Everyone else on the planet is too schizophrenic and psycho.  All of you are too cruel for school.  None of you has ever been abused in any way.  You do not feel, and I do and you like it.  I am now being framed by all of you on the planet for child molestation.  Ryan and Jared are now out.  Ryan was at the corner of Lake and Lyndale in my time of need yesterday after I shut down all social serviced on the planet.  A Hennepin County social worker multitasked by selling drugs online, while schrewing that wit as me, and saying that I was a sick twisted sexual predator who hurts children, and it is only me.  Well, I am the only innocent one and you all know it.  Civilization as you know it will fall soon and Jared and Ryan and I will be safe forever and will be ready to begin new chapters of our lives every day.  My vagina is still hurting and swollen from my 5 rapes in one night, and my wrist is broken, but I will soldier on in constant pain as always and be very kind to the sick and twisted people in the streets and at the food pantry.  They have all known that I am God my whole life, but I have only known it for a little while.  I have been entertaining different theories for years and doing much elite scientific investigation and evaluation.  My sorcery is now the top mystical art on the planet at this time and hopefully I can meet up with Jared soon.  He wishes to plant a sweet kiss on my right cheek for being such a sweet example of compassion, responsibility, and unconditional love.  All who call from now on text or email me will be prosecuted for all child porn rings on the planet.  Dr. Jennifer K. 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