Dear Mr. Manitou Federal 'Agent'....

Dear Mr. Federal “Agent”,

I have to be honest Sir, in my opinion, it seems to me, that tax payer money would be better spent with you actually ‘investigating’ something rather than showing up at my hotel in Manitou Springs to “intimidate and mess with me” as a favor to your dirty rape cult pig ‘friends’.

I am appalled and horrified that such acts are allowed in what is supposed to be an honorable organization that is funded to PROTECT the innocent, NOT use them as play things because one of your rich buddies is bored and doesn’t want to be held accountable for your and his actions.

You show up in front of the hotel Mr. ‘Agent’, in your black SUV, and your driver in the front seat, and you haul yourself out of the vehicle looking like a roll of biscuits being popped out of a can.

You’re not even fat, you’re just huge, built like a tank, with black hair and tan skin. I can see why he sent you to “intimidate” me… thing is Mr. Agent, at the moment, watching you pry yourself out of the ‘official’ SUV the only thing I can think of is, “no wonder why you jerks are so grouchy all the time, having to cram yourselves like sardines into pos explorers like that.

So where does our taxpayer dollar actually go???? Oh, that’s right, the pedophile and Susan needed to go gambling, and Teri and Roy needed a new campground in my most hated place on the planet. Texas. *grimace

I’m in my truck getting ready to go to the grocery store and I watch you pull in and walk into the hotel with “AGENT” emblazoned on the back of your black shirt.

The hotel occupants have the predictable response as its kind of a seedy motel and most of them scatter like roaches at the sign of any form of ‘law enforcement’.

I get out of my truck and follow you halfway into the hotel and find it odd Mr. ‘Agent’ that you don’t even bother to stop at the front desk to ask directions, or for any information. You simply head straight up to the upper floors. Where my room is.

I backtrack and walk back out to my truck walking right by your ‘driver agent’ while he stares me down.

Mr. ‘Agent’ dude comes walking back out of the hotel, sees me walking across the parking lot and he starts to follow me.

I arrive at my truck and get in, shut the door, and watch through my tinted windows in the side view mirror as “Agent Dude” turns on his heels and climbs back into the sardine can SUV complaining to driver dude 'agent' the whole time….

“You told me she was some homeless wretched old chick, not some hottie in a kick ass truck!”

I pull out, head to the grocery store as planned wondering….

Mr. “Agent” ‘Sir’… don’t’ you have pedophiles and sex traffickers and money launderers that you should be dealing with????

Wasn’t there a HUGE scandal in politics when the public found out that political officials were using the FBI and other government agencies as a personal ‘hit squad’???

Don’t bother answering that. I KNOW there was, and so does anyone else who’s studied any form of history.

Now you should probably be a good little boy and go wipe those security cameras at Manitou Cog Lodge. 'Agent'. Just a thought. Unless of course you wish to explain your little field trip to harass an innocent woman and abuse your position of authority as a 'favor' to a rapist pig cult 'friend' and fellow 'agent'.

I know the whole rape cult hazing swine "class" from hell all "left already", but that doesn't excuse your actions prior to that. 'Agent'

Next time Mr. Agent, do yourself a favor and stop pestering innocent little Bambi and start doing your job instead. I have NOTHING to say to you, and to be honest, you don't scare or intimidate me Mr. 'agent'.... I've seen most of your pathetic rape cult rapist little pig peckers. So, leave me alone Mr. Agent, you have no reason to be harassing me, unless of course you wish to take me out for doughnuts and coffee? I like the chocolate ones with sprinkles. :)

Due Regards,

~Kelly