Monday, November 28, 2011

The Nation Knows.

Hello, Obama,...

By now the nation knows you leveled a federal mandate in violation of the US Constitution persecuting me and taking away the entire nation's rights, and because you do not want to face justice for your wrongs, you maintain the illegal mandate and spread lies and slander hoping to get away with it. You cannot hide it, now. Despite the fact you have suspended all freedom of the press, the truth is still getting around.

Breaking ANY law makes ANY president impeachable. Your human rights violations are now common knowledge. And you have never had the power to violate the US Constitution. I know you live in a bubble where you think you are above the law and have built a federal mandate that denies the entire country enough rights that you think you can get away breaking any law you want.

But how long will it be until the nation is fed up with having its First Amendment rights revoked, fed up with watching me suffer for no reason except your own corruption, and fed up with you as a whole? I am going to live until I am 137 years old. How long do you think you can keep me in a bubble?

Your downfall, you terrorist, is your inability to treat people with the respect we deserve. You do nothing but make enemies and create conflict in the world. And you leave people like me, the people you shit on most, to clean up the world messes that you are supposed to be leading us through.

You have been out and about the last few months making public appearances trying to shift the blame onto Congress, all of Congress, for your own failures. From the national debt you wanted raised to the high unemployment you used as an excuse to feed your friends on Wall Street, you want to pretend that Congress is the guilty party for your own destructive policies, and you are spending government money trying to sell your lies to the public.

How long will it be until Congress, all of Congress, is fed up with you, too? If I were Congress, I would be investigating your violations of the US Constitution, and I would be impeaching you. And Congress, if you are listening, please do this for me. Calling me a hooker was part of his cover up for enforcing I be trafficked, and the menace he is to the entire world needs to be stopped.

I am a completely benevolent influence on this world. I do live a little on the edge by putting whole milk in my coffee, but that is it. The world knows I used my benevolent influence to have a couple of hikers released from prison in Iran. Do not take this personally, Iran, but what does it mean when a pure force of love like myself has a better relationship with the President of Iran than the President of the United States? What does that say about the President of the United States?

Sweetness, I sent you a letter on Saturday. It should arrive in LA on Wednesday. You will like it. I bake cookies from scratch. I am going to send you a box of them soon. I love you.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Safety and Freedom

I know I promised a post on Obama's impeachability, but let us delay that for the moment. Oh, trust me, he will tick me off into writing it if he does not know what is good for him. And he never knows what is good for him... or this nation.

Do you remember my last post? I was attacked in my sleep in Minnesota. I was attacked in my sleep in Iowa. I was attacked in my sleep in California.

Do you remember the legend of Cuddlebunny? I identified him as one of my attackers, and I made friends with him. I used love to render him incapable of ever hurting me again. A couple of months later, though, they sent a new one... Andrew.

I kept getting sick from everything I ate and drank. There were cameras in my home I had no way of getting rid of. There was spy equipment in my head. I was enslaved, and I had nowhere to go for help.

I decided to flee to someplace outside of Obama's reaches... someplace it would not be illegal to help me.

I did not find such a place in Mexico. The horrors just continued there. I tried to seek humanitarian protection from the torture and slavery in the UK, but it all just continued there as well.

I do not make dangerous decisions. I am on a constant sometimes desperate quest to find safety and freedom. I will not find either while Obama the Torturer is in office, unless he ends the bubble designed to torture and enslave me.

What do my actual real=life decisions look like? None of them are dangerous. The closest thing I do to living on the edge is getting whole milk in my coffee.

I have made an actual real-life decision to settle down with a man who loves and adores me and who treats me like a princess and an angel. I want to cozy up in a big house with him and make babies and hire bodyguards to keep us all safe.

I have decided to be a peaceful influence on the world. I have decided to inspire people everywhere to stand up and fight for their freedom and safety. I have decided to instruct people to do so peacefully. I have decided to help humanitarian aid reach the needy. I have decided to fight oppression everywhere intelligently, effectively, and peacefully. I have decided to be an intelligent and trustworthy world influence.

My decision making process is completely intelligent and trustworthy. I consider all claims to the contrary to be defamation. Expect justice.

Sweetness, with every triumph we get closer. We need America to stand up for itself and burst the bubble. If we organize and if everyone does it at once, this will again be the land of the free. No one has freedom of speech right now. No one has the freedom of the press. No one has the right to assemble and associate with me. They call America the land of the free and the brave. Well, at least right now we are brave. Try, try again.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Only Getting Feistier...

My darling Sweetness is still not here to calm me down, so I am getting feistier. Leveling a federal mandate that violates the US Constitution makes Obama the Slave Driver impeachable... but that is the topic of my next blog post. Today we discuss Octopus.

You probably ought to seek the advice of professional child psychologists before you try explaining to your seven-year-old child that his or her favorite children's show star, Octopus, was really a battered slave. This is a burden their generation and their parents' generation and this entire nation have to carry. When your child looks up at you and asks, "If everyone knew, why did nobody do anything to save her?" you are going to be glad for seeking advice, so you could answer the question.

In all reality, no one helped me because Obama the Terrorist made it illegal to do the right thing, acknowledge the human rights violations, and take the spy equipment out of my head. He, in fact, enforced that the slavery and nightly tortures continue.

Rumors were spread around that I was waking up covered in bruises because I was battering and raping myself in my sleep. You have all seen me sleep. You know I do not attack myself. I was being battered by strangers in my sleep. It happened to me so often that my body used to seize and spasm to keep me awake when I would lay down to sleep. It wanted to protect itself. But I was so drugged from what people were slipping into all of my food and drink and exhausted from the insomnia that I would have to sleep.

Because of Obama the War Criminal, I was not allowed to address this with any law enforcement; they were not allowed to acknowledge any of it was real. The FBI honestly told me I had to figure it out for myself, and all of the local police thought I was a prostitute. I was also not allowed to address the rumors publicly nor seek medical help for the batterings without risking being put in another psych ward to be violated again at my attackers' leisure.

It is, in fact, the job of the government to keep me and every person in this country safe and free. Instead of doing his job, Obama the Sociopath leveled a federal mandate to enforce I be abused, violated, sexually harassed, tortured, injected, poisoned, drugged, and enslaved with nowhere to go for help. He let your children watch. He enforced that you all be guilty.

My beautiful world, you know who is to blame for all of this. It is the attackers, the President, and the rest of the executive branch that refused to do their job to stop it. It, in fact, is still not stopped now. The oppression continues. All of the people out there doing everything they can to end this are my real live heroes. Yes, Sweetness, that means you.

Sweetness, I know you will be here to get me as soon as you possibly can. I am doing everything I can to help. There is so much confusion out there sometimes, though, that I cannot always tell exactly what you need. I love you. I was hoping to see you today, but I understand what towering level of evil and corruption you face out there. I wish more people would offer to help you.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Still not Complacent...

I am not going to have a chance to calm down until I am permanently in my darling man's arms. I am still ragingly upset. Bear with me.

My beautiful world, does anyone know why the phrase "Girl in a Red Raincoat" was chosen? I was thirty-one years old when this started in 2009, and it was clearly a red trench coat... not a raincoat. That is one of my many questions.

Another question is... Could Obama my Slave Driver have any motive other than defaming me and creating a cover up when he called me a hooker? Technically, because they were raping me to be able to make money off of selling me, I was a forced prostitute. But I have never sold myself. It was defamation by the president to make people stop caring about me and to make people attack me.

According to the Supreme Court...

“Where a person’s good name, reputation, honor, or integrity is at stake because of what the government is doing to him, notice and an opportunity to be heard are essential.”

-- Justice William Douglas
Wisconsin v. Constantineau
400 U.S. 433, 437 (1971)

...There is a reason for this. I am living proof of the reason for this.

However, Obama the Sociopath only takes people's rights and freedoms away. He does not support life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness... despite that being something he is morally, ethically, and legally obligated to do. It is his job description, after all.

The FBI do not know their job description either. While I was in San Francisco in 2009 and 2010, everything from LSD to methadone showed up in the city water. The problem followed me to the UK and now to Ankeny and Des Moines. The FBI knows the water gets poisoned everywhere I go, but they refuse to alert the locals and clearly refuse to keep the water clean themselves.

Yes, that is why everyone I have encountered in Ankeny and Des Moines lately is rundown, tired, and depressed. Everyone. There are depressants in the water, and the government refuses to do anything about it. Goddamn you, Feds, we give this water to our children.

Iowans, if you have been particularly tired or depressed lately, check your water supply and water mains. Obama is sacrificing you in order to pursue his agendas and get away with human rights violations.

As for you, Egyptians, democracy does not come from above. Democracy starts with the people. You have to build it yourselves. Organize enough to hold elections. The sooner you can put a system in place that can take over for the military, the better off you will be. There was a time to speak out. Now is a time to build. I know the bullets that the police and military fire on you say "Made in the USA" on them. We have a warmonger for a president. I am trying to do something about that.

Sweetness, a little birdie told me the news. They better let you into my arms this time. I am trying to keep calm today, but I am not sure how long I can stay this mild. When you get here, I will smother you in kisses.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

A Mild Beginning

In May 2009, I told a doctor in Minnesota that I believed the world was keeping secrets from me. I believed it was tied to my Facebook account. I believed my Facebook activity was public knowledge despite me privacy setting of "Friends Only." I was having a metaphysical crisis. I did not want to exist in the world any longer if I was hacked and defamed, but I did not want to have to kill myself. Clearly, I needed a spiritualist, not a doctor.

The doctor admitted me to the University if Minnesota Medical Center-Fairview. While in the hospital for a week, I was spied on and broadcast. They created a video phenom of me passing gas in the privacy of my own hospital room... not to mention my self-medication by dancing. The staff referred to me as "the stripper" and called themselves "the urine-hats."

While I was in that hospital for that week, I was attacked in the night as I slept. They put cameras in my eyes. They put speakers and mics in my ears. They made a broadcast of my time in the hospital. I knew this when it happened. All I could think of was finding a way out of that hell. They even sent me medical bills I refused to pay (Ever wonder about my credit?) for my entire stay there and all doctor visits.

The nightly tortures forced me into a relapse that lasted until I moved myself to San Francisco and lived there for a couple of months. Because of the relapse, my memory can get a little hazy. But I know I knew about the human rights violations when they happened because I made notes of which State of Minnesota and federal medical rights they violated in my booklet of patients' rights. If you want to puke on yourself, google what the State of Minnesota and federal privacy laws are for patients while they are staying in hospitals.

I tried reporting the hospital to all three agencies listed on the back of the booklet, but none of them contacted me back. I tried reporting them to the FBI. The FBI told me I had to figure it all out on my own.

Their privacy violations are common knowledge. The world is a witness. If we get the hospital, we get them all.

Sweetness, please call Anderson Cooper at CNN. I sent him a pile of my medical documentation while I was in the UK.

P.S. I really think ABC needs to offer my older sister Tara a long-term contract with "General Hospital" as their apology to me for the character of Jessica.


Obama, you Ass, you had the perfect opportunity to take the fight out of me by making me complacent. Instead, you shat on my husband. How dare you inconvenience my husband. I promise you this. I will rage on you, and I will not relent until you give me the reason I need in order to be happy. I have been a thorn in your side for a long time now, but you have yet to see my benevolent rage unleashed. I am smarter than you. I am stronger than you. And I have the moral high ground. You will not survive this. I suggest you make me happy.

Sweetness, help is on its way. Just give me a moment to orient myself to the situation.

Monday, November 14, 2011

War President

I was invited out tonight at 10pm for pizza. I told my mom. She whispered to me, "Do you have a boyfriend?" Are there really people left in the world who do not know about Sweetness? I told her, "No, I have a fiancée," and giggled.

As for my reaction to the news of the appalling, the US is warmongering with Iran and Pakistan. The special interests that make money off of waging war will not be satisfied until WW3 breaks out, so they have the Obama administration hitting angry Iranian and Pakistani buttons instead of trying to find solutions to our plagued relations. All we can pray for is that those two foreign nations do not fall for it and that they stay peaceful.

It is one thing to be strong. It is another thing to be an asshole. Besides, it takes more strength to be gentle.

Speaking of assholes, it is safe to assume the US government has no intentions of ever paying off the national debt. That is why they raised the debt ceiling yet again those months ago. That is why there is no plan to even pay off the interest it accrues. I cannot believe our credit rating was not downgraded further than it was, and I cannot believe that people are calling China, the country that loaned us the money that allows our government to function at all, a problem.

The US government needs to learn how to make friends instead of constantly aggravating everyone into being an enemy. Obama the Slave Driver is a war president. He wages war. He aggravates conflict. He creates enemies. He assassinates leaders without putting them on trial. And he commits human rights violations even in his home country.

He chose to persecute and torture me instead of treating me as a fellow human. When will it end?

Sweetness, I wish I could kiss you. I spent a portion of today at the public library reading and rereading Book 23 of the Robert Fagles translation of The Odyssey... You are my Odysseus, my man of twists and turns, the greatest tactician of Ancient Greece. Hee-hee. I always liked him better than Achilles.


Do you wonder why there is such a delay in my darling Sweetness coming by to pick me up and carry me away from all this? The powers that be fear justice coming after them. That is why they spread around racist, sexist nonsense about my having too much power to be treated like a human and have free will.

You, the public can trust that I am not another one of them. I have never and will never use my power and influence to take away another person's nor an entire nation's basic human rights. I would never break the law that way.

I would also never try to rape a woman into killing herself to cover it all up. I would never command doctors to treat her reality as if it were symptoms in order to illegally hospitalize her hoping the world would forget she ever existed. I would never urge her parents to commit perjury to be able to harm her and heavily drug her. Hell, I would never even stand in the way of true love.

Which one of us is it that should be trusted with power? The criminals or their victim?

Sweetness, I know you will be here as soon as you can, but please remember I am still on the drugs that are slowly killing me until you get here. They traumatize me with threats of injections to make me take them. The drugs are killing my body and slowing down my mind, and I still have no symptoms that require them. I love you. I know you are doing everything you can. Make them hurry up.

The House and Yard

The ten-acre yard that surrounds my parents' house is in jeopardy. I know, I know. With every evil thing my father has done to me, why would I help him? Well, just because my father is a waste of breathable air, it does not mean the trees and animal life should suffer.

I was tortured, raped, violated, and injected in the bedroom, but that does not mean I do not care for the giant pin oak on the north side of the house. If the City of Ankeny has its way, they will cut it down.

The City of Ankeny drew up plans years ago to build sewage lines through three sides of my parents' county-forest-preserve yard taking out any tree and disturbing every animal habitat in the way. So far, their plans have been unstoppable.

About a year and half ago they cleared out old-growth trees in the backyard across the creek to build the sewage line back there. They are not paying rent for using the land to carry their shit indefinitely, and they did not even leave the wood from the trees for my parents. You could have made lumber out of some of those trees.

Now, they are coming for the apple, ash, maple, and other trees along the road to build a sewage line up there. They have no plans to replace the greenery, particularly not with larger, older trees.

A few years ago they extended First Street through the neighbor's yard to the north. They did not build a sewage line then and refuse to build their line along that nearby road now.

The whole thing screams that they have targeted my childhood home to be devalued on purpose. My parents' yard is not even within Ankeny city limits, but they refuse to dig across the street on Ankeny land. I would not be surprised if they plan on forcing an annexation of my parents' place due to "eminent domain" and do not want to pay full price for the beautiful land.

My dad is a Republican, so my older sister wrote a letter to Senator Grassley about this years ago. He said he could not do anything.

I am asking you now, my beautiful world, if you can do anything. I know many of you consider my parents' house a major landmark in the story of my suffering and battle. I know the house and land have a great significance now. Please do not allow the City of Ankeny to ruin the land further.

Please save the yard. Save the tall, old trees. Save the deer, foxes, owls, hawks, and everything else.

My beautiful world, thank you.

Sweetness, I still plan on leaving this place and never looking back. I will be at the poetry night at Java Joe's Coffeehouse tomorrow night and again at the open mic on Thursday. I meant to start you a new letter. Maybe I will do that when I finish online today. I love you. I want to go see "The Rum Diary" again in case I missed anything the first time. That movie makes me very happy.

Friday, November 11, 2011


Today is Veteran's Day. I salute you, veterans, servicemen, and servicewomen. Thank you. As one of the people you fight to protect, thank you.

What I thought was a Literary Night last night was actually an Open Mic, so I was able to hear new music, too. Yey! Literary Night is actually next Tuesday at the same place, and the Open Mic is there every Thursday. I am thinking I might read poetry at the Literary Night and save my stories for the Open Mics. What do you think of this one, my beautiful world?

Not on My Watch and Never Again

Music crept slowly across my body,
and so passed a crazy notion:
Would the world still be calling me holy,
if we could never see motion?

Star-kissed, night-kept, sun-spotted, and wind-swept
Conflagrated, agitated, aggravated, and instigated

It never should have happened.
It never should have started.
But why does it continue?
Not on my watch and never again!

How long was it taking the world to awaken?
I was not the sleeping one.
See the landing of words already much spoken
wondering if justice will ever come.

Flower-worn, tree-learned, heart-spoken, and sky-burned
Fired, liar-ed, inspired, and tired

It never should have happened.
It never should have started.
But why does it continue?
Not on my watch and never again!

Mystifying, magic, mysterious, and mythic
Dangerous, ferocious, gregarious, and voracious

It never should have happened.
It never should have started.
But why does it continue?
Not on my watch and never again!

copyright 2011

I agree, it is a little more of a song than a poem. What about this one?

A Shakespearean Sonnet

And when the world of manly tragic plans
Decides the path of sleeping hero fires,
Or sparks a light for songs in people’s hands
Above our heads to sway to ballad pyres.

Orwellian creatures snorting lines of lies
And beating, bashing, horrid ways to rule;
Unpleasant planet waits for helping ties
To labor fruitful plowmen’s growth uncruel.

But when a girlish girlie lady weeps
The loss of freedoms promised for the land
Where once so proud a people spoke of deeps
Of water climbing heights above the sand,

Beware the truthless contract terrorists
Made writ with blood of screaming termless fists.

copyright 2011

That one is from early 2010. I wrote it in a taqueria over bistec and nopales.

Sigh... I have until Tuesday to figure out what I am going to read. I would rather have a rescue from my dreary life first, but in case it does not come, having plans makes it all a little less dreary.

Sweetness, I believe I have already sent you all of the love poems I have written to you so far. I think that makes me overdue to write you a new one. Hmmmmmmm... What tasty verbal morsel will I dish up this time? I know you will be here as soon as you can. I cannot wait.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Oil is Finite.

There are so many things we can consider as the reason for all of the dramatic weather we have had for over a year now. The world needs leadership on this topic. The last thing the people of this planet should be doing is feeding our dependence on fossil fuels instead of getting off of them. Also, just think of all of the poverty stricken areas that would benefit from no longer needing gasoline to have transportation.

If the US wants to be energy independent, it needs to change its consumption. We need a solar-powered Model T. We do not need a country enslaved by Big Oil.

We need to stop using oil, coal, and natural gas. We do not need to mine or drill for more of it. They say the US has only one hundred years of oil left. That is not very long, especially not in geologic terms.

Are you ready for when the oil runs out?

Years ago in this very blog I urged OPEC nations to invest in their economies and people, so that they would be ready when the oil runs out. Nations that are oil-dependent now will need a way to stay independent and prosperous when the oil is gone.

Fossil fuels exist in finite amounts. We have no way to manufacture them. If your country depends on exporting energy, you might want to look into manufacturing replacements for fossil fuels as a way to plan for the future. Start your research now, so you will be prepared.

Sweetness, I was thinking about going out on Friday, but I think I am going to the Des Moines Social Club's Literary Night tomorrow night instead. Literary Night is at the 4th Street Theater attached to Java Joe's Coffeehouse. I really hope they have good readings. I am in the mood for something new. I will probably stay in and watch Letterman on Friday. Steve Martin will be on, and I enjoy a good laugh. I just do not go out every night around here. There is far less to do.

Monday, November 7, 2011

He Loves Me!

Yes, I finally saw "The Rum Diary." I caught the earliest matinee yesterday. It was a private screening; I was the only one in the audience. It made me feel important.

When you go see it (and you should), do not go in expecting a comedy. I know the trailers sell it like it is all about humor, but it is actually a social commentary on class, race, gender, and sexuality that happens to use humor to tell its story.

It also made me walk away feeling loved. I was warm, fuzzy, glowing, all mellowed out with happiness, and floating the whole rest of the day and night. Some movies have that effect on people. "The Doors" movie made me feel like I was on peyote the first time I saw it.

"The Rum Diary" is a platonic love letter from Mr. Depp to Mr. Thompson. If you speak the Hunter S. Thompson language, you will be able to pick that out. I am not saying I speak that language. But you cannot pretend to evaluate the film without keeping their deep friendship in mind.

From the movie theater yesterday, I went to Grey's Lake, so I could just sit and look at the water and feel the warmth of being loved. Then, it was Cinema Sunday at the Lift. The movies all had a bike theme last night.

Saturday I stayed in to watch "Saturday Night Live," and Friday I went to the Art 316 open house in downtown Des Moines and then to Court Avenue to do a little drinking. I bought a guy a Surfer on Acid because he reminded me of Kevin Bacon. It made me giggle.

As for things far more serious, the only way through the European Debt Crisis is by reforming the proposed austerity measures. Let us be honest, we need the Greek economy to grow not be stunted if we ever want them to create enough revenue to pay off the debt. Yes, they need to change their spending, but what they really need is other countries to invest in them to help them to grow instead of smashing any chance for the people to economically prosper again. That us my two cents on the topic. We cannot do this with harsh austerity measures.

Sweetness, parts of my last letter feel a little silly now. I know you love me. I am beginning to understand the length and breadth of that love. I am even starting to see what you see in me. Thank you.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Arts Education

I dabbled in grad school at two different private universities, but the only places I have graduated from are a state school in Texas and a public high school. This makes me beg the question...

How was your arts education?









Do you know the significance of each? Could you carry on an intelligent conversation about any of them? Is there a reason to go through the grueling daily grind of everyday life if we cannot appreciate the richness of what makes us human?

The Second Question: Can you identify American culture?

It is everywhere. Though it is still a little young; it is rich and full of life.

Europeans are always complaining that "America has no culture" at the same time as they complain about "American cultural exports." From rock music and Negro spirituals to Twyla Tharp and "Star Wars" to Grant Wood and William Faulkner, American culture is a thriving, beautiful creature. I might just be a part of it, my beautiful world. So might you...

Sweetness, I mailed you a letter last night. You should receive it Tuesday. I really cheered up in LA. Can you tell? I am not spending all of my blog time verbally shooting our incompetent national and worthless leader anymore. What a wonderful City of Angels! I have been trying so hard to be positive lately; now I actually can! I love you. I am sorry if a letter of mine scared you. Just read the next one. Kisses!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Try Something New.

Hello out there, my beautiful world. How are you all doing today? I am still stuck in the Twilight Zone... a world where I am not acknowledged despite everything I do.

Something about my living conditions here in Iowa make me sleep until noon everyday. For five days in Los Angeles, I was lively, bright, and full of life. I slept a normal amount for me, and I was full of energy. Now just like before I left, I can barely drag myself out of bed and cannot get enough coffee.

I did so much more with my days while I was out there. You would think I would be tired there. The same thing seems to be affecting my mom. We have both really been dragging since getting back. Maybe I have been right this entire time about the water here.

This begs the question, of course, "What have we not tried yet to get me to freedom?" Clearly, even a bubble somewhere further away from my father would keep me healthier. But no bubble at all, that would be the healthiest thing for me ever.

My beautiful world, keep the pressure on Obama the Tyrant to finally do something, anything, in the general direction of my health. He believes it is not in his best interests to set me free of the bubble because he will finally be held accountable for all of the horrors he has forced me to live through, but convince him that once I am free, it is over.

Once I am free, he is done persecuting me. Once I am free, he is no longer digging himself deeper into the pile of manure he has built for himself by persecuting me in the first place and then breaking every concept in the Constitution to get away with it. Convince him it will end.

As for the Occupation... The local Occupation in Des Moines supports Obama my Slave Driver and wants to see him reelected. I simply cannot stand by them. I am going to have to occupy in another city. This definitely means I need to see my freedom before I can occupy with you all. I could use some help getting to my freedom. Is there anything you can do?

Sweetness, I am a little worried that you are a little worried about something. Let me reassure you; you can trust how much I love you. I understand how absurd our situation is. Trust me, I understand. I cannot imagine my being upset with you over anything... especially not now. I will start a letter to you tonight.