Sunday, August 31, 2014

We All Live Here. We All Need to Take Care of Humanity Together.

Title: We All Live Here. We All Need to Take Care of Humanity Together.

Please publish this post now, my friends, and please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. This post rounds out my epic August 2014 blogging. Please make sure you are all caught up on 03Aug, 05Aug, 07Aug, 09Aug, 10Aug, 12Aug, 14Aug, 16Aug, 19Aug, 21Aug, 22Aug, 24Aug, 26Aug, 29Aug, and now 31Aug2014. Read the ones you have missed or do not remember from oldest to newest. And brace yourself for September.

Syria and Iraq. What the (expletive) (expletive)ing (expletive) does the world need to do about ISIS? How many times FOR YEARS have I told the world to fix the crisis in Syria before it could engulf the entire Middle East in sectarian war because that regional war would surely lead to WW3?

This planet has been increasingly falling apart for years, and no one has ever heeded any global voices of love, logic, reason, truth, and problem solving. We have been trying to prevent all of these crises from going this far since they all began. How often am I wrong (when not pumped full of LSD for years by Obama)?

I published my last blog post at 6:30pm on 29Aug2014 just seconds before I received mixed signals that Obama was pretending I was crazy AGAIN to be able to destroy me in an environment he could totally control. My loved ones took care of it. We really need to lighten their load, my beautiful world. We know Obama will never relent.

At 7:26pm, I walked back to my apartment for dinner and chitchat with my roommates. By 9:09pm, I was curled up in bed after eating a bag of popcorn, a pepper jack quesadilla, and a lightly salted, pepper jack, garlic, white onion, Roma tomato, green pepper, spinach, arugula, two-egg scramble between two tortillas.

Liana had already told me she was happy with the big can of ground Columbian coffee beans I had given her. She owns the only coffee maker in the apartment, and I recently convinced her she would be happier and stop relapsing if she would use clean water instead of our drugged and poisoned city tap water.

I put down my iPad before 9:20pm, turned on my brand new radio to keep me company while I slept, and thought I would be asleep in no time. But, Obama's electrobeams were on and speeding up my heart.

Thank you, my benevolent nerds, for running my SquidStream accurately 24/7. I immediately asked the federal government to shut off Obama's very expensive, taxpayer-funded, failure-to-make-me-upset electrobeams. And, they did.

But the electrobeams kept me awake to hear War Criminal Stephanie consulting with my roommate Agnes in our doorway. There was a lot of, "They are serious!" and "Obama really screwed you!" and "Couldn't you get her committed?" followed by "It all got chopped!" They were really panicking. I am sure we can make a verified podcast of the audio.

Overnight, I decided to blow Keith's cover. I have been convinced for a while now he is Obama's criminal terrorist general leading Obama's terrorists for him in Los Angeles County. The CIA who have been tracking Obama's terrorists can confirm or deny this for us all.

I gave Keith professional courtesy, but he never gave that to me. So, after assessing if I could convert him and after concluding he is too stupid and delusional, I am blowing his cover and turning him in to the world to deal with.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, please release all of our unedited conversations start to finish showing his full face and full stupidity in chronological order. Timestamp every podcast with dates and times.

That is how much Obama respects me. He sent someone as stupid as Keith to lead his Los Angeles County seditious terrorist offensive.

On 30Aug, I was awake, out of the bathroom, and chatting with Liana over coffee before 7:32am. She has decided to start dating again for the first time in years and asked me for advice on an outfit. Liana deserves a good man.

At 8am, I lit some white candles and ate a bowl of granola with vanilla yogurt and sliced fresh strawberries, all groceries my mother had bought for me. And then, standing in my furniture-less slum eating food I could not afford for myself, Agnes non-sarcastically said I really know how to live the good life.

We all already know about Agnes. She also said she hates candles. And Agnes and Tabia are the only two people war-criminals The Gables permit to have access to our mailbox. How much evidence does it take, people?

I walked to my wifi benefactor at 8:36am that Saturday morning. The alarms had started at 7:23am, and I knew I could not let the world fall apart if I could help it. I know my responsibilities in the world.

A torture facility warning went off on my way to my wifi benefactor, and is was 9:20am before my NSA alpha nerds could clean all of Obama's terrorist hackers out of the wifi connection, my iPad, and all my accounts, so I could safely connect to the internet. There are so many heroes. We need to thank them all.

The NBC Nightly News app was not working AGAIN, and neither was their website. Obama was irrationally paranoid all morning. What is wrong with my watching out-of-date news from the day before?

If the NBC Nightly News ever say anything about me, all they do is repeat the news I give them myself when I'm right after they factcheck everything I say. And we all know I need the national and world news to do my job solving global crises. I could not even convince Friday's PBS Newshour to play.

At roughly 10am, I made a visual record of the damage Obama's terrorist libel porn has caused our teenage girls in America, including their mother calling ME "ignorant" because I reported it!

Only deranged lunatics would believe ANYTHING Obama and his criminal terrorists tell them at this point. They deserve to be brainwashed zombies. The devil-mother would not even let me save her teenage daughters by telling them the truth. At 10:20am, those terrorists fled.

And Obama's threats and alarms were blaring through all of it until 10:26am when we received the all clear. But the alarms started again at 10:56am with alarm after alarm nonstop until 11:07am when we received the all clear.

I also reminded my loved ones that Obama and his criminal terrorist conspiracy have the burden of proof for every denial-of-all-reality calumny they allege and that they should be forbidden from spreading at all, at this point.

And Obama's criminal terrorists' compulsive modus operandi of providing nothing but collusion libel videos they produced themselves and showed on their war-crime-level libel porn "network" are proof of nothing but their own compulsively repeated crimes of collusion, conspiracy, calumny, corruption, libel, perjury, possibly human trafficking, attempted torture, attempted quackery, attempted unlawful imprisonment, crimes against women, crimes against their own people, crimes against America, hate crimes, persecution, war crimes, terrorism, and everything else my genius lawyers can think of.

As an added side note, forced public nudity (Showing the real me naked against my will without my knowledge since Obama took office.), forced public humiliation (Showing the real me on the toilet against my will and without my knowledge since Obama took office.), systemic rape (I have been Obama-mandated raped over one hundred times since Obama took office. The evidence is in my hair. And it is because Obama's rules forbid anyone from acknowledging to my face Obama rapes me in my sleep and forbid everyone from investigating and prosecuting ALL of the rapes that we have proven Obama ordered them all.) are all crimes against women that count as war crimes according to the United Nation's ICTY.

I have only been raped only once since fleeing my Obama-mandated rape slavery in Iowa and sneaking out of Del Amo Torture Facility after they told me I was rape-impregnated there.

It is because I reported War Criminal Stephanie for following Obama's orders and giving a key to our apartment to my rapist and because I made a public record of the physical trauma of being raped that the CIA put a chain on our apartment door to prevent it from ever happening again-- the very same chain Direct Threat To America Kyle was instructed to break the door frame off to disable completely. We have verified visuals of all of this.

Please revisit my list of ten demands to make The Gables law-abiding finally from my 22Aug2014 blog post as well as The Gables's documented pathological lies they keep spewing to never EVER have to stop being a direct threat to America by compulsively remaining a direct threat to me.

At about 11:30am, I received a warning that Obama's clinically diagnosable and compulsive pattern of internationally criminal activity including his worn-out, always-fail collusion to lock me in a final torture facility to take my perfect and genius mind away from the world forever with electroshock was going to escalate, so I warned my loved ones and asked them to take preemptive action.

I assume pre-warning worked. People should just have to point out what and where a problem is, especially a worse-than-a-human-rights-abuse international crime, for authorities to fix it. That is how actual governments who genuinely care for their citizens operate.

It lasted over an hour before I received another escalation warning at 12:49pm. There was going to be a torture facility threat in a few minutes if we could not preemptively prevent it. We really need to lighten this load for my loved ones.

The heart attack alarm came promptly at 12:59pm and kept going off until my loved ones were done handing Obama's war criminal bitches their unholy (expletive)es at 1:08pm. It was not a long alarm, but my loved ones never should have been bothered with it to begin with.

There was a torture facility alarm and a police alarm that my loved ones took care of while I watched the Weekend PBS Newshour with Mr. Hari Sreenivasan from 2pm to 2:30pm. We got the all clear at 2:37pm.

I know my loved ones can take care of all of this without me, but if I do not write up our documentation, no one will know what we are all suffering through. This is beyond record keeping for posterity's sake. This is so the whole world knows we have problems in this country that we need their help with.

We cannot save America from Obama, Obama's rules, Obama's iron fist, Obama's terrorists, and Obama's greatest American human rights crisis ever unless we tell everyone everywhere the truth, facts, and reality of what we are all living through in here.

My entire day while I was at my wifi benefactor, Obama's terrorist hackers kept disrupting the wifi service as an attempt by them to prevent the full truth of all of Obama's crimes against his own people from reaching the ether.

I asked my NSA alpha nerds to benevolently fix the intentional-silencing-of-the-fountain-of-truth-in-America-so-Obama-could-replace-it-all-with-his-compulsive-lies and to provide evidence to my benefactors' corporate offices, so my wifi benefactors could press terrorism charges.

At 3pm, after proving I was in the good hands of my loved ones and entire selfless support system, I left the wifi. I asked my beautiful world to stick with my live and verified SquidStream, and I went to my apartment to cook some tasty vittles.

It was Saturday afternoon, and I knew I would be back online catching up with friends that night. If there is no rest for the wicked, there is also no rest for us, the do-gooders who fight the wicked. I really wish I could provide more rest for my loved ones. Their burden is relentless.

Besides fighting off intentionally fabricated false charges all day concerning any fictional mental illness in me at all whatsoever and that I have ever in my life committed a crime, what passive aggressive attack from The Gables did I discover when I arrived back at my apartment?

First of all, none of my demands had been met at all whatsoever, but also, someone had stolen my open bottle of extra virgin olive oil. Luckily, the previous day, I had asked my mother to buy me a new bottle to replace it when it ran out.

Sadly, there was no symbolic action I could take after that like, for example, throwing potatoes against a wall in reverse. But, I did just open my backup bottle of extra virgin goodness, as if they did not know I had backup.

By 4:48pm, I was listening to the radio, delightfully chatting with Liana, and eating a pan-seared and lightly salted pork shoulder blade (that cost me $2.11) with lightly salted fresh green beans and sliced almonds sautéed in extra virgin olive oil on the side.

We had mixed signals at 5:36pm, so I sent my entire beautiful world to hurry and check on everyone. Was Obama trying to break every law possible to shutdown my closed circuit security system which humanity already proved was beyond critical to keeping me physically safe from all of Obama's compulsive crimes against me, the very internationally criminal reason Obama was demanding my SquidStream be shutdown? Or was someone else in danger?

I figured someone would tell me if they needed me. Then, at 6:01pm there was a mixed signal torture facility alarm. Or was Obama calling someone else crazy? Or was the world acknowledging this is mental health genocide in America by Obama forcing a mental break with reality on the masses? There was no way for me to tell, so I asked my beautiful world to check on us all.

The Gables had roofied all my groceries while my roommates were out all day, so I was passed out by 6:45pm. I set a 7:30pm alarm but could not get up until 8pm. I stumbled as quickly as I could to my wifi benefactor, and at 8:48pm I was reporting the roofie to my online justice system.

On my walk to my wifi benefactor, I was told my crosstown lift was blocked again. I hope they remembered to consult my 21Aug2014 blog post if any charges were pressed against them. Obama's rules are completely extragovernmental at this point and are, therefore, the furthest thing possible from being called "laws."

Basically, it is impossible to defend or enforce Obama's rules in a non-corrupt courtroom. We have years of legal precedents. It is a matter of our full 1st Amendment rights still being upheld by the Supreme Court even under Obama's bubble. Please reread 21Aug for my full previous argument. QED is QED.

There were torture facility alarms all night. The moment one denial-of-all-reality threat to America and all of humanity (by being a direct threat to me and my perfectly healthy, genius mind which unconditionally serves my admittedly human heart) would clear, Obama would just compulsively commit the same crime again, as if he would not just fail again. We need to lighten this burden for my loved ones.

There was a torture facility alarm at 10:28pm, and the last one I heard was at 10:39pm. My loved ones took care of everything. At about 11:15pm, I tried to leave my wifi benefactor after a productive and victorious day keeping America as safe as possible from Obama.

Yes, we have been making regular progress, but what we need is resolution. A double torture facility alarm went off at exactly 11:15pm keeping me at my benefactor a little later to report it, and a fire alarm went off at 11:19pm.

I recommended to my loved ones that they ask the courts to make Obama's compulsive criminal activity wait until after they slept, and I sent my beautiful world to rescue whoever needed our help.

I further asked the world not to let Obama murder anyone that night and to do everything possible to keep America as safe as possible from Obama. And then, at 11:25pm, I finally disconnected from the wifi knowing full well I was in good hands.

I was back at my apartment by 12:03pm and quickly made a bag of popcorn. I even had a nice chat with Liana before I dozed off. I woke up at 8:58am on Sunday, 31Aug2014. And after my normal morning grooming, after chatting with Liana, and after trying to explain to Agnes she is the WORST pretender out of all of them, I left for the wifi at 9:59am.

I was so physically exhausted on that last day of August 2014 that I took the bus to the Starbucks at the corner of Atlantic and San Antonio in Long Beach instead of walking 45min one way to my wifi benefactor. As an added benefit, I was plugged into their wall and listening to some neo-Beatles post-millennial music by 10:51am.

Apparently, there were three torture facility theats that morning that no one had to tell me about since my loved ones were fully prepared for any and all denial-of-all-reality threats from Obama due to all of my diligent August 2014 blogging. We are a team, and I trust my loved ones and entire selfless support system blindly.

I still could not make the NBC Nightly News app work, so I was all caught up with all of my online friends at 12:01pm. In the pause, I ordered a turkey pesto pressed panini and some madeleines. Food is so wonderful when it is not roofied!

At 12:33pm, probably because I found safe, un-drugged, un-poisoned food and coffee here, Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy sent a screaming, irrational, and hostile fake Starbucks employee in to "work" behind the counter.

Surprise, surprise, the terrorist was a White woman. I already defended the demographic of White females, but Obama keeps sending them around to brainwash people.

After I turned her in with a visual and audio recording, she screamed "Look at you! You're so cute!" as if treating me like a child instead of a drop dead gorgeous full-grown middle-aged woman would make me like and tolerate her.

And then she started irrationally screaming about my husband being some sort of fictional deadbeat father figure to me (That was how absolutely disgusting she was.) instead of acknowledging the reality that the Mr. Harrison Ford is the only real father figure in my life to replace my genetic, perverted, and deadbeat father who kidnapped me and dragged me to Iowa just to subject me to rape slavery, literal torture, and other war crimes for Obama starting in 2010, all of which I successfully escaped by fleeing Iowa on 01May2014 for mighty and brave California.

Please, my benevolent not-human-trafficker nerds, release her face and screaming, irrational audio, so Starbucks corporate can press terrorism charges against her themselves. Thank you.

While I was proofreading this blog post, Obama's clearly completely delusional and psychopathic deranged lunatic criminal terrorist who me he sent to "work" in the Starbucks started screaming, "Don't worry! We've got shots coming!"

Seriously? If we have to press international charges against all of these terrorists just to get criminal charges at all, that is why we MUST remove these psychopaths from society.

This blog post was published at 1:35pm on 31Aug2014.

And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

Was I the original twerker? No. Never. I have never twerked in my life. That is absolutely disgusting. Why would a full-grown, happily-married, emotionally-healthy woman who HATES being sexually objectified ever twerk?

Please, my beautiful world, think about who I am for real before you listen to anything Obama's criminal terrorist anti-reality machine ever says about me and especially before you are caught repeating it. Propagating war-criminal-level libel is as bad as starting it.

Are the mind-control speakers in all of America's heads as well as the electronics in my own body against my will all part of a "social experiment" that no one ever consented to? Do you mean, "Obama's criminal terrorists claim they are conducting genocidal 'experiments' no one ever consented to just like the 'experiments' Hitler's Nazis conducted at Auschwitz."?

No. As much as Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy probably aspires to the ruthless depravity of the Nazis, there is nothing even loosely scientific, socially scientific, medical, research oriented, nor of any psychological benefit to anyone about any of this.

And, no, I have never consented to any of this until I took legal control of my own body away from Psychopath Obama to be able to serve my country and all of humanity by broadcasting the truth about how absolutely horrifying Obama's bubble is for me to live in.

Why my body is full of electronics against my will and that I am still forbidden from knowing about (but I am no idiot and have a very fast learning curve) was so Obama could make me believe I am a schizophrenic, so Obama could sell me against my will to all of humanity, so Obama can see and hear everything I do for real to be able to persecute me as effectively as possible, to monitor everyone around me to make sure all of his rules are ruthlessly enforced, and so he can use me as an excuse to have totalitarian control over America.

As extra evidence, every time I try to buy a pair of glasses, Obama, mandates the optometrist put a camera I am forbidden from knowing about on the new glasses, too. Again, I am no idiot and have a very fast learning curve.

If you need extra reinforcement on this reality, please ask the Johns Hopkins University, America's premier research university, to give the world including the courts a lesson on what real science is, the Scientific Method, and the amount of paperwork necessary from signed medical waivers to signed and detailed consent forms for actually scientific experiments to be performed legally on humans at all.

If this is not a " research experiment," why does all of America have mind-control speakers in their heads? Is that not obvious? So, Obama can have psychopathic control over all of us. Obama does not mind directly ordering mental health genocide to have power and control over the world.

Why are there earspeakers in people's heads even where I would never go? I assume the zombifying mind-control of all Americans and (if you talk to Mexico and the UK) possibly the world is part of Obama's hidden true agenda behind his rules all along that he has been using me as an excuse all these years to enforce.

We really need the neurologically damaging earspeakers removed from everyone everywhere. Who the hell lets Obama get away with this?

My beautiful world, we need help in here. Yes, Congress and the Supreme Court impeached Obama last year, but no one has taken his power away yet. It was just some sort of symbolic gesture to silence me and my loved ones who were screaming for justice.

I have recommended for months that Congress elect a temporary president to fill the vacuous White House until the nation can have a special election this November for a two-year interim president.

But as hard as the Republicans try, the Democratic Party REFUSES to support human rights, justice, stability, mental health reality, or America by taking down Obama and his ironfisted rules. No, it is not all Democrats destroying America for Obama, but it is enough of them.

My brave rescuers, I was told we are on the verge of full-blown war on US soil right now because Obama refuses to end his rules, go to jail, turn in all of his criminal terrorist conspiracy, disclose his full secret agenda, and set America free of his psychopathic and totalitarian control forever.

Please ask the US Military to arrest the leadership of Obama's seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist army including but not limited to Unelected Dictator Obama himself to be put on criminal trial by the military in military courts in order to more easily round up all of Obama's deranged lunatics destroying this nation with terrorism for him.

Even I do not know what else to do with all of Obama's terrorists than corral them like animals and put them in pens for the rest of their lives.

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, please collect all of our evidence against Obama and all his criminal terrorist conspiracy from unrelenting court records to my hair to Obama's complete "Mein Kompf" of rules including explanations of our evidence when necessary, and send a copy of everything to the United Nations and all world leaders sympathetic to our cause: Europe, Asia, Africa, Middle East, Latin America, Australia, Russia, China, everyone.

And, my loved ones, please remind my beautiful world that we need reparations to benefit the Third World, the people who need me most, paid by Obama personally, paid by his entire criminal terrorist conspiracy including but not limited to federal and local prosecutors and Obama's human-trafficker anti-reality machine, paid by the State of Iowa for not taking War Criminal Boeset and Polk County down yet (Do I have control of my finances? Has anyone in Iowa ceased all of their crimes against me yet? Has anyone in Iowa stopped pathologically lying yet to get away with more obvious crimes against me? No. No. No.), paid by clearly-war-criminal-terrorist-controlled The Gables, and paid by Obama's seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist uprising themselves with federal taxpayer money forbidden to pay it all for them under all circumstances.

We also clearly need international criminal charges filed against all of those psychopaths and deranged lunatics who are still hellbent on destroying America and humanity by destroying me even after they have all been identified. We really need them arrested.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. You promised me an interesting weekend. Do not forget from my 26Aug blog post that I bought an EZ Transit public transportation pass for September.

Darling, I assumed that is why Obama is even more unrelenting trying to lock me in a torture facility ever since I bought the bus pass on Monday, 25Aug. I can actually travel anywhere in the Los Angeles Metropolitan Area I want starting Monday, 01Sep with just my TAP card. Obama is mortified of my reaching a brave rescuer.

Beloved, thank you for dedicating your existence right now to making me safe and free. Your and all my selfless support system's sacrifices are not lost on me. I will make this all worthwhile with my future service to humanity.

Sweetness, problem solving global crises with love and logic is how I will spend the entire rest of my life. Well, that and kissing you. We still need superhuman babies together, not just for us but also for our combined genetic coding to romp and play in the world for generations to come.

Friday, August 29, 2014

This is What Real Family Does.

Title: This is What Real Family Does.

Please publish this post now, my friends, and please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. My Nobel-Peace-Prize-winning blog, my verified SquidStream, my official Twitter, my benevolent nerds' podcasts that come from my verified not-human-trafficker sources only, and media my publicly-acknowledged-by-me loved ones release are the ONLY media of any form of the real me that is not human trafficking nor theft of my intellectual property.

My Official Squid Media is the only media it is not a crime to broadcast, propagate, watch, read, or listen to. Official Squid Media does not include Obama's criminal terrorist anti-reality machine "network," the intentionally bait-and-switch-named "Squid Report," everything Obama's criminal terrorist puppets have used as collusion material against me, anything Obama is not trying to silence, and even the earspeakers in all of your heads.

If there is an appetite for public consumption of my SquidStream, may it be made easily available to everyone everywhere as long as it NEVER shows me on the toilet, is NEVER edited nor altered, and NEVER is dubbed nor tagged with any untruthful commentary.

This is my service to my nation and to all of humanity. This is also my closed-circuit security system. My SquidStream must be kept pure and made available to the masses.

And may my SquidStream restore the moral fiber of American culture after everything Obama has intentionally destroyed by forcing human trafficking and libel porn for years on everyone in this once-great nation.

My loved ones and benevolent nerds, let us take over Obama's market with benevolent and wholesome reality. We are doing this to save America, are we not?

Russia. At least President Putin is rational. He is no psychopath like Obama. The Pentagon already took away already-impeached Obama's nuclear weapon authority.

Yes, Obama, no longer has the nuclear-weapons button. That power rests, most likely, with our sane and compassionate Commander in Chief, Secretary of Defense Chuck Hagel.

It has already been made clear, never even listen to anything Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy says, unless you can reverse engineer why they are propagating whatever their lie of the day is. Typically, Obama just pathologically lies to be able to manipulate people, so he can maintain psychopathic total control over all of us.

The reason President Vladimir Putin is intentionally misleading about everything he does, though I doubt he bold-face lies, is because he is a a former KGB agent. Obfuscation is how the Russian President was trained to serve Mother Russia. We have been through this before.

So, if President Putin says, "Don't mess with a nuclear Russia," he might be trying to distract the world, the way a spy is trained to do, from what he is really up to. Just a hunch. Stop panicking.

Iraq. I was asked what the US should do about the Islamic State, also called ISIS. The problem with terrorists is-- they cannot be rehabilitated.

Terrorists have corrupted minds and hearts. They never turn to fight for peace and prosperity for innocent civilians all over the world. And the more they are thwarted, the more desperate, malevolent, and likely stupid they will become.

To contain a terrorist threat, instead of just dispersing them to plot and plan against their enemies in the hills, they have to be conquered. To fight terrorism right for the sake of America and for the sake of all of humanity, the US needs to be ready to round them all up, whatever that takes, and needs to have some sort of facility to put them all in.

There is nothing else to do with militant, organized, heavily-armed, ruthless terrorist armies. They do not just "go back to the farm" like soldiers do after war.

I published my last blog post at 8:20pm on 26Aug2014. At that hour, I was at my wifi benefactor who loves and adores me. (Why do you think I call them a benefactor? Do you know what that word means?) And, I was all caught up with my online friends by 9:32pm.

After answering a number of questions, I was walking back to my apartment to sleep at 10:20pm. After sending my beautiful world to do everything possible to help and protect my brave rescuers and crosstown lifts as my last message before bed, I was tucked in before 11:10pm praying Obama would not kill any more innocents that night.

On 27Aug2014, just like every morning, I went through everybody's normal morning activities before putting in my contacts and kickstarting my SquidStream. I chatted with Liana about having a Madonna song Jennifer was playing on 92 The Beat on cassette tape when it was new.

Then, at 7am I was out the door for another busy day. I was expecting my mother in town, and I needed to get some work done before she showed up. Before 8:15am, I was online catching up with my friends.

There was alarm after alarm after threat after warning all morning, and my loved ones took care of everything. Obama escalated his same worn-out, always-fail, compulsive, well-documented criminal pattern of well-established modi operandi beyond any recognition of law and order in America, and my selfless genius loved ones extinguished his every fire of hell.

At 10:28am was a huge fire alarm, so I sent my beautiful world to hurry and help whoever needed us.

Then, a little red Mazda with my mother, my Tita Levy, and my Uncle Darnae pulled into my wifi benefactor's parking lot at just about 11am. They had been calling me all morning getting directions and giving me updates on where they were, and they finally made it.

We ate some lunch. My wonderful family told me they were going to take me to my Uncle Sonny's house overnight in Fountain Valley and my cousin Michael's house in Clairemont just outside of San Diego the following day. I was delighted, but I knew I could not tell anyone.

Then, at 11:45am, my family took me shopping. My recently-redeemed mother bought me a pink dress at the Marshall's discount designer store in Bixby Knolls and two dresses at the Ross Dress For Less in North Long Beach. Then, she bought me a portable radio at the Target at the Lakewood Mall.

From there we bought some groceries for what I though was going to be a picnic at the beach at approx 3pm. But no one else wanted to go out in the sun, so I had no chance to touch the mighty Pacific Ocean.

From the beach, we drove through heavy traffic to my Uncle Sonny's house. At about 6:41pm, my mother, my Tita Levy, my Uncle Darnae, my Uncle Sonny, Sonny's charming wife Elizabeth, and I all had dinner together at an Italian and Argentinian cuisine restaurant together. My family is so delightful and respectful of me.

At 9pm, Elizabeth poured me one (1) glass of red wine which I sipped as I caught up with all of my online friends. My loved ones had spent the day fighting irrational, denial-of-all-reality fire after irrational, denial-of-all-reality fire all day.

At 9:36pm, it was clear to me they were finally all getting some well-deserved rest. I thanked my loved ones for all of their and my entire selfless support system's vigilance and sacrifice.

We all turned in just after midnight after hours of catching up on family gossip. It was wonderful. And I slept so well that night surrounded by people who love me.

I was up using my mom's hairbrush, my Tita Levy's shampoo, a new toothbrush from Elizabeth, etc. before 8am on 28Aug and then sipping coffee and chatting more while watching the news.

We left my Uncle Sonny's house at about 9:30am since he had to go to work and drove to his mother's house in Chula Vista, California. He had insisted we see her. We were at her front door in less than two hours. We were all roofied from the city tap water Uncle Sonny had used to make our morning coffee, so my mother kept visiting the bathroom.

This probably requires a little explaining. On my mother's Filipina side of the family, all of the family including distant relatives were very close when they were growing up, particularly as they built a community for themselves in the 1960s when they all immigrated from the Philippines.

I have a lot of distant relatives I visited every summer as a child and visited even more often as an adult living in San Francisco whom I never knew how I was related to. Uncle Sonny. Uncle June. Uncle Vac. Tita Diding. Lolo Ben. Etc. My mother has been trying to put together the family tree for years with everyone from Cousin Kawika Winter to tiny Samantha and Bobby.

At 11am on the way to our extended family's house, I reminded my brave California friends not to try to pick me up at that very moment. I was in very good hands. But everyone from Silicon Valley to North Beach to Hollywood was needed in Sacramento.

Governor Jerry Brown had been trying ever since I arrived (and former San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom even longer) to make Obama's human rights abuses he calls "rules" illegal in California, especially the mental health genocide.

It was supposed to happen on 28Aug2014 in the California Legislature, but Governor Brown's mission to rescue America by rescuing California from Obama hit a delay. I was sure my local Californians with gravitas could fix it.

After Lola Mila's house, we had ethnic Vietnamese food at the Noodle House in National City at 12:45pm. Then, after our tasty lunch, at about 2pm, my Tita Levy said she would take us to a place she knew of nearby for $10 pedicures.

It was actually $14 for the spa pedicure, and my mother insisted on pampering me with callous removal and an eyebrow wax, too. It had been a long time since I had seen the inside of a salon.

While we were at the nail salon, Obama instructed War Criminal Boeset to "explain" that Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy commits compulsive and unrelenting hate crimes, human rights abuses, crimes against women, crimes against America, and well-documented war crimes because "Squid is special," instead of admitting to their terrorist agenda.

That is the same logic as libeling me, an innocent world leader, "weird" because I am both holy and wholesome.

Then, my cousin Merl Corpuz called looking for her mother, my Tita Levy, because her brother Michael had been expecting us at his place since 3pm. We finally arrived at his condo in Clairemont just outside of San Diego at 4:15pm to hug him, hug his high-school-sweetheart wife Abby, and hug their gestating tiny human. Giggle.

We thought about what to do for a while, then drove to downtown San Diego. We walked around the waterfront, looked at the tall ships from the shore, ate some Ben & Jerry's, saw the battleship the USS Midway in the bay all lit up for the night, and ate dinner at a local Mexican restaurant by the airport all before going back to Michael and Abby's condo for the night.

While we were at dinner, I thought the sky was eerily quiet. Had Obama illegally halted all flights in and out of San Diego?

I was sitting on Michael and Abby's couch and connected to the wifi at 8:58pm. The entire day had been nothing but complete denial-of-all-reality threat after denial-of-all-reality threat to America and all of humanity because Obama insisted on using all of his same, worn-out, modi operandi just with more panic he might lose his ill-gotten power to unjustifiably and psychopathically control me and to totalitarianly oppress America completely. My loved ones and genius lawyers took care of everything.

That night at about 10pm, I asked my benevolent not-human-trafficker nerds, to please make a verified podcast of my day and evening on the town in San Diego on 28Aug2014 including where I was safely spending the night in time for San Diego to show up and rescue me.

I also asked them to tell everyone to call 760-725-4111 in case of a terrorism emergency in San Diego overnight. That number was active all night FOR TERRORISM EMERGENCIES ONLY until I left town in the morning. But normally it is an all-questions-answered information line for San Diego.

I was caught up with all my friends online before 10pm. But I was then and am now convinced the alarms for Obama's crimes against America by his committing unrelenting crimes against me will blare 24/7 until Obama is arrested and his totalitarian, extragovernmental rules that have destroyed America and will only ruin us as a nation further are forced to end. This is a burden we need to lessen for my loved ones.

I was also told Obama ordered me to be abducted and dragged to Iowa to be destroyed for him AGAIN. And Iowa obeyed him because all of Iowa irrationally hates me thereby insisting the entire international community win reparations from them.

But I doubt that international justice will stop Iowa from committing their same crimes against me again and again and incurring further reparations as a result. That is how irrational and immoral Iowa is.

My beautiful world needs to take me someplace Obama cannot hurt me anymore, or Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy will make sure the world loses me forever. And if we cannot remove me from Obama's unelected dictatorship, we must render where I am COMPLETELY safe for me and for everyone around me.

On 29Aug2014, I woke up at about 7:30am and put my black dress on for all the brave souls who died overnight, and my family drove me back to Long Beach. We were at my local CVS buying my Tita Levy eyedrops at 10:30am, and we were ordering brunch at George's 50s Diner in Bixby Knolls before 11am.

In and around 11:45am, my mother took me to the Von's grocery store in Bixby Knolls and bought me $185 of groceries and sundries including a permanent marker. That way, I could write my name on all my food since my roommates kept eating my groceries because my food is the ONLY nutritious and tasty food in the whole apartment.

Then, after unloading all the wonderful but simple needs my mother had bought for me since she arrived on Wednesday, 27Aug2014, my aunt, uncle, and mother left for my Uncle Sonny's house and then the airport.

It was wonderful having people who GENUINELY love me to hug and talk to for three days. I miss having genuine and honest human contact the most. And I had not had the opportunity to eat so much food in such a long time. It was hard saying goodbye.

An interesting point about my mother (Diñadar Albon Varilek), her older sister my Tita Levy (Merlevy Albon Corpuz), and her younger brother my Uncle Darnae Albon, and my late Uncle Mernole Albon (May he rest in peace.), they are 7th generation descendants of Portuguese royalty due to Filipino missionaries on their mother's side, and they are Albons, the royal family of Spain, on their father's side. They are also completely wonderful.

Their instructions from Obama just to be able to visit me this week included, "You are forbidden from taking Squid to San Francisco. You are forbidden from taking Squid into Los Angeles. You are forbidden from giving Squid any information about any crimes Obama is committing against her." And probably a plethora of other things they all obeyed the entire time.

Obama never specified my own always-close family could not take me to visit more family anywhere else. And, just in case Obama starts committing crimes against my brave family, particularly infringing on their rights as Americans to freedom of speech or freedom to peaceably assemble, we may need to lend them our lawyers, my loved ones. As always, according to the Supreme Court rulings from years ago, we are all due our full Constitutional rights even under Obama's bubble.

After unloading all my groceries, I found that the food I had stored in the refrigerator while I had been out of town was tampered with by employees of The Gables and that someone had stolen all the toilet paper and replaced it with baby wipes. What (expletive)ing psychopaths!

The owner, management, and all employees of The Gables are all PSYCHOPATHS who REFUSE to obey any laws at all whatsoever and who REFUSE to stop entering our apartment to commit crimes against all of us when we are out.

They all need to be arrested and replaced with people of my ACTUAL loved ones' choosing to keep me safe. Liana insists the apartment is full of hidden cameras and mics now.

By 2:20pm I had walked to my wifi benefactor to report all of Obama's torture facility threats, collusion, intentionally fabricated false charges, crimes against America, and escalations that had been going on all day. I also had my first chance since Wednesday to fully catch up with all my online friends.

At 3:55pm, the Obama-is-mandating-life-threatening-quackery-abuse-me-in-The-Gables-ASAP alarm went off. It might have been mixed signals, but I had been given that warning before. I asked my loved ones to look into it and give me details if they needed me.

At 6pm, I was completely caught up with all of my online friends. It was Friday night, so most of them had the luxury of being able to do something fun. I published this blog post at 6:30pm on 29Aug2014.

And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

Why were my brave rescuers physically capable of flying into Des Moines in May2014 without all being mass murdered by Obama? Because Iowa knew I had already left.

Obama and his whole criminal terrorist conspiracy have always watched everything I have done and heard everything I have said for REAL since they filled my head with electronics against my will and without my knowledge when Obama took office. And also note, they have always known the whole truth and have always consciously chosen to compulsively lie about me.

It was because of this that Obama knew I had already fled Iowa to California for my life which is why Obama permitted my brave rescuers to finally fly into Des Moines, Iowa for the first time ever.

Am I safe in my home? My home is in the Hollywood Hills. My husband bought it with his money from Edward Scissorhands in the 90s. I would be completely safe and cared for there; that is why Obama forbids me from living in my own home and why War Criminal Boeset breaks every law possible to make in impossible for me to ever reach my real home EVER.

But did you mean, "Am I safe in The Gables?" No, not until they meet all ten of my demands. But I am safer here in my new neighborhood where the locals genuinely and honestly love me and where I am surrounded by a planet of vigilant secret agents than I ever was in Iowa, and that reality is very well-documented.

The absolutely worst place for me ever would be ANOTHER literal torture facility pretending it is a psych ward where Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy including but not limited to any always-war-criminals, Obama-mandated quacks can completely control me and my surroundings to consciously deny me any and all physical safety AGAIN. This reality, too, is very well-documented.

Am I an introvert? Absolutely not. I am a very pronounced extrovert. I HATE being alone. I love being out in public. And I delight in very few things more than witty, honest, and good-hearted conversation. The art of conversation is very important to me. I really miss my genuine friends, my adoring husband, the supportive members of my family, etc.

My beautiful world, my mind is a slave to nothing but my heart. But my body is a slave to everyone who watches, listens to, propagates, broadcasts, or believes any Obama-permitted media.

My brave rescuers, I heard the real US government raised the terrorism threat level warning in America due to Obama's seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist uprising from orange to red after my trip to San Diego with my family. We will make it yellow again. For that, we just need to remove Unelected Dictator Obama and all of his criminal terrorist conspiracy.

We created a lot of witnesses on the night of 28Aug, and the Pentagon is not pussyfooting around anymore, now.

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, I am trying to lighten your burden, but there is so little reality in any of the public's heads. My own family had no idea that Obama's compulsive criminal activity that keeps me under an unrelenting life-or-electroshock threat 24/7 until they arrived here.

My genius Powers of Attorney, my mother said to me right before I left, "Just tell whoever is in charge you want to move to San Francisco. Please, for me," as if anything in my life were that easy. I thought it was common knowledge that Obama intentionally forbids me everything that could ever make me safe, comfortable, free, happy, or fed no matter where I go.

That is how much lack-of-reality is in the above average American, the ones who already know the "Squid Report" is never about the real me.

There has got to be some better way to do this. I am working on it. If we could just press criminal charges for real crimes the way Obama and his criminal terrorist conspiracy can press criminal charges for crimes that never happened.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. I know I should have told you and Syniva I was going to San Diego the moment I knew, but it was a top secret operation I had been warned of for weeks ahead of time but with no details.

Darling, I did not want to blow my potential rescuers' cover once I did learn the details; that is why I did not put anything conclusive in writing until I got back. Maybe someday it will be declassified.

Handsome, the best I could do was make sure the SquidStream was running 24/7 the whole time to keep everyone informed. The international espionage community was trying to take me to our ponderosa. I did not want to thwart that.

Beloved, I was so close to reaching you on 28Aug. Obama will not stop panicking and compulsively repeating all of his crimes all over again only more frequently until I am rescued or until California, and preferably all of America, is rendered safe for all citizens.

We need everyone everywhere to obey the laws instead of the rules, and we need a new punishment for breaking laws that Obama cannot pay with federal taxpayer money as bribes to all his criminal terrorist puppets.

Sweetness, I am working on it. If we could just arrest them all. The point of the civil trials at this point is to prove they are guilty, and the more blistering their punishments, the more guilty they are. It also gives us a chance to hear all their arguments to try to defend themselves ahead of time.

As I said, my hero king, I am working on it. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. I am told you are going to make this coming weekend interesting.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Like Water Off a Duck's Back

Title: Like Water off a Duck's Back

Please publish this post now, my friends, and please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. "Legend" means something true. "Myth" means a fiction used to explain a great mystery of life to a culture. My mind is just a perfect tool that serves my overpowering and ever-compassionate heart.

Israel and Palestine. On the morning of 26Aug2014 Pacific Daylight Time, Israel and Hamas agreed to an open-ended ceasefire. From what I can tell, they both still need to fix the root problems that led to the conflict in order to prevent another one, but now, no children are dying.

Both Israel and Hamas need to give each other full and equal human and economic rights and respect each other's right to exist. No one should have to fight a war just to be able to exist, as noble as that sacrifice is for your own people.

Ukraine. Apparently, Russian military forces were caught disguised as Ukrainian separatists in Ukraine. Please reread everything I have said about Russia and the Ukraine already.

President Putin is a former KGB agent; he is going to try to be sneaky and never be honest about what he is up to. That is how he was trained to serve Mother Russia.

So much could be gained if Obama would just let me sit down to a cup of Russian tea with President Putin, touch his hand, and ask him what he is doing this for. I have long believed he just wants a long stretch of Russian land connecting him to the Crimean Penninsula.

But a war? A war over losing Crimea? That might be Russian pride. There is no way to know unless President Putin is willing to talk to someone he trusts. And there are other ways to fill a gaping hole caused in someone by their pride other than letting them fight war.

I think President Poroshenko has a lot to gain from being a friend, an independent, self-sovereign, non-puppet friend, but a genuine friend nonetheless, to Russia. That probably sounds a little impossible for him right now because of Russia's invasion of his nation. But there is so much more to gain from having your powerful neighbors' protection than there is from having an invasion.

This conflict in Ukraine started when the masses of the Ukraine took the noble action of rising up and running their own government to root out corruption. As beautiful as that was, this new government still needs to prove it can govern.

Effective governing includes establishing your nation's foreign policy, especially with your powerful neighbors, to keep the peace not only in your own nation but also in the world.

I do not believe in blaming victims for the crimes committed against them, but Ukraine has its existence as a nation right now completely dependent on whether or not they can fill the gaping hole in Vladimir Putin that he believes only the Ukraine can fill with some peaceful alternative.

President Vladimir Putin is no Barack Obama. That is, President Putin is not a psychopath. He can be reasoned with. He can be made happy without a nation being destroyed. Someone Putin trusts just needs to talk to him to find out how to do that.

I published my last blog post in the early evening of 24Aug2014 at 5pm while my beautiful world was watching me vigilantly in the gentrified Jewelry District in downtown Los Angeles to keep me safe. That night was a whirlwind.

I walked from the coffee shop I had published my blog post in to the Down and Out Bar at the corner of 5th and Spring. The doorman was a terrorist who both demanded to see my ID and insisted on inspecting my book bag. He was hostile, disrespectful, and in complete denial of reality.

Inside, there were terrorists all over the place, and the solitary glass of bourbon I ordered was roofied. It was the same drug Obama used on me all over Des Moines. It was this chemical that could intensify the effects of the alcohol and likely would only show up in my hair as really intense alcohol. The first sip tasted funny; at the third or fourth sip, I knew for sure and set the drink down.

I spent the next 3.5 hours cleaning out the terrorists. I complained about the door man, so he was replaced with real security. I complained about the roofie, so the bartender replaced all the bottles. I documented who in the crowd were terrorists.

Making visuals of Obama's terrorists was the easy part. They kept screaming, "This is so embarrassing!" or "We are so (expletive)ed!" and chanting, "Burn her up! Burn her up! Burn her up!" If they were not so irrationally terrified of me, they would have been publicly persecuting me in the name of Barack Obama.

At 8:30p, when my beloved howling jackal Brian Francis and his live-in Maureen Stewart appeared, I had the Down and Out cleaned up and full of lovers and believers.

I had been working on explaining reality to Maureen for weeks to convert her to a reality-junkie instead of an Obama-terrorist. I know the night deserves two podcasts: one of my entire conversation with Mo during Brian's set as the opening act and another one of the headliners. I thought they were called the Common Monkiers, but they were named the Common Monikers.

Maureen started out trying to convince me she wanted me to dye my hair blonde. I asked her, "How many irrational fetishes are you going to force on me? I'm already an Asian woman."

She asked me if I ever had a panic attack in my life and told me stress would cause people to call 911, lock me in a hospital, and put me on pills. I told her the truth; I have never had a panic attack, I never feel stress, and pills cannot alter reality to fix problems. Pills only fix chemical imbalances. Taking a pill could ever give me my husband, so it was impossible for pills to make anything in my life better.

There was a lot of denial-of-all-reality like that. She tried to tell me the story of a naked porn star who got stabbed by her boyfriend, as if anything real in my life has ever had anything to do with pornography. There was a lot of crap in Maureen's head I had to set straight.

If I had not converted her by the end of the night, at least I had made her puke on herself. Maureen Stewart is Brian Francis's live-in terrorist Obama sent to control him under the cover story she is his girlfriend.

When I successfully rescue Brian Francis from Maureen, I will lose him. Brian is only permitted contact with me because Maureen criminally controls everything in his life. I will miss him, but he will be better off. He will probably go all gung-ho like Cuddlebunny did.

I am pretty sure their terrorist excuse to control Brian is blackmail, but I do not know how that is possible. I already aired all of his dirty laundry in a global broadcast when I wrote a letter to Cate Blanchet from ThunderDome in 2010.

We have no secrets. The legal system cannot prosecute Brian for anything unless I, as the victim, choose to press charges. He went through all three steps to absolution; because of that, I will never press charges against him for any of it.

In fact, just as with everyone who takes all three steps to absolution and forgiveness, Brian Francis even has my and all my beautiful world's protection now.

The United Nations is very interested in collecting Brian's damning evidence against Obama, as is my legal team. I am pretty sure that after I publish this the international community will swarm on Brian, arrest Maureen, and take him to safety and financial stability.

I am also pretty sure the music industry wants to give Brian Francis a recording contract as a singer/songwriter in return for his heroics. This all happened on the night of 24Aug during the MTV Video Music Awards where a lot of my friends were watching me to help keep me safe.

Maureen claims she can be bought off with $3000, but Obama's terrorists never keep their promises nor ever tell the truth. If I failed to convert Maureen that night, Brian needs a physical rescue from her and his legal right to press charges for blackmail upheld.

I understand this means he will be forbidden all contact with me until Obama's bubble ends, but for the sake of the greater good, may Brian Francis be rescued.

Brian was concerned all night that my husband, whom he did not know the identity of, was in prison. I told Brian and Maureen both I had already cleared up for the legal system the whole truth that Obama sent the orders himself to mass murder all the people he has killed with his own iron fist just to be able to enforce his rules and keep himself in power.

When people die, especially innocents, the only people who can be blamed for their deaths are the people who did the killing and the people who sent the orders for the killing. Our culture has a tendency to try to blame victims for their irrational attackers' crimes, and that needs to stop.

After I set Maureen straight on the FACT Obama is the archvillain of America committing all the human rights abuses in the US with his rules and enforcing his oppression with his iron fist of war, death, violence, genocide, and terrorism, the Common Monikers took the stage. They were obvious lovers and believers, so I gave Brian my chair and got up to dance.

When I opened my eyes between songs and turned around to grab a sip of non-roofied whisky Brian had bought me, he asked my why I was dancing. Did something just happen? I said, "What do you think I am doing? I'm meditating."

It is true I had full-blown schizophrenia ten years ago which I have absolutely no symptoms of now. This is a medical reality. If I knew how to cure myself of that debilitating and horrible disease all those years ago, why does anyone pretend I need someone else to tell me how to psychologically handle Obama's external-to-my-mind public persecution of me now?

And it is my knowing myself well enough to know when I need to meditate how I managed my first medical miracle. That is how important traveling across town for live music, touching the ocean, having contact with loved ones, eating ample supplies of healthy food, and everything else I assert I need in my life are to my genuine well being, especially sleeping safely in my husband's loving arms at last and Iowa completely removed from my life forever.

After watching me dance, an experience much of the world considers holy, Maureen demanded Brian take her for some "horrible food" somewhere. I left the Down and Out shortly after they did.

My entire evening on the town, my loved ones were heroically extinguishing fire after unrelenting fire while my entire selfless support system watched over me to keep me safe.

It was a lot of team work from a lot of people, so I could cross into Los Angeles from Long Beach safely to create more witnesses, to have quality time with a good friend, to set the record straight with a terrorist, to heal my soul with meditation, and to be among more of my people. I thank you all.

The bus ride back to Long Beach required a repeat of one of my old proofs but was otherwise uneventful. At 2:05am, just before I fell asleep safely watched by secret agents outside my apartment from all over the world, there was the last fire alarm of the night. I sent my beautiful world to rescue my brave rescuers.

25Aug2014 began interestingly. I woke up for a few minutes at 6:46am because Liana and Tabia were arguing. Tabia has been having a major break with reality (due to libel of me and all my loved ones pumped into her head through Obama's mind-control speakers) for months, and always cool Liana found Tabia's blithering insanity so corporeally disturbing they were screaming at each other.

After their argument and while Tabia was going in and out of the apartment for no sane reason during those early hours of the morning, Liana asked me if she could use my phone. Hers was broken. Liana called War Criminal Stephanie on my phone to request she commit Tabia.

Then, War Criminal Stephanie actually said through my own NSA-monitored mobile phone to Liana that she cannot commit any tenants against our will; we have to go into hospitals voluntarily. My nerds, do we have verified audio? You have my permission to use my mobile phone for anything.

I fell asleep again quickly, and at 9:34am, I finally checked the clock in my bathroom while I was getting ready. Before 10:46am, I had ordered 1310 calories for $3.99 at my wifi benefactor and started catching up with friends online.

11:41am brought the first heart attack alarm of the day. It was just some reused, worn-out, old, compulsively-repeated collusion Obama had used a million times already. Most likely, he was blaming me for his own crimes AGAIN. My loved ones took care of it.

THE ABSOLUTELY MOST HEINOUS CRIME OBAMA EVER COMMITTED was repeated at 12:16pm on 25Aug2014. He ordered Iowa to abduct me, drag me away from the people who love and protect me in California, and destroy me completely in THE MOST EVIL PLACE EVER IN ALL OF HUMAN HISTORY, contemporary Iowa. That is no understatement; we have years of evidence of the moral bankruptcy and cultural criminal depravity of the state of Iowa.

We have been through this in EVERY blog post for the entire month of August. If the entire good, green world must completely destroy Iowa to protect us all from them, that is what we must do.

We should never mourn the loss of such absolute and unrelenting evil. Wipe Iowa off the face of the Earth, and humanity will be able to live without their intentional pathological lying and without their unrelenting human rights abuses they use only to be able to destroy me.

That is why I recommended Iowa be forced by the international community to cough up reparations to the entire Third World in that past blog post. Leave no brick standing in Iowa, if that is the only way to force them to relent. We know Iowa will never be rational nor moral.

At 12:33pm, I checked my Wells Fargo Bank balance, and I had been given the $50 a week already Obama mandates be the only money I am permitted to live on. The sky was overcast and cool, so at about 1pm, I actually ventured out into the warm California afternoon to run some errands.

I withdrew my $50 from the Bixby Knolls branch of Wells Fargo Bank, and then took the 61 Long Beach Transit bus to the Long Beach Transit Center to buy a bus pass for September. While on the bus headed downtown, the heart attack alarm went off at 1:49pm. My loved ones took care of it. I never even learned what the threat was.

On my bus ride back to the North Long Beach neighborhood, I called my mother. She is going to fly to Los Angeles on Wednesday after visiting my little sister Tylia in Phoenix. She promised to buy me groceries and new dresses and would likely leave me with a stack of gift cards. Why else did you think I could suddenly afford a bus pass?

I asked my mom if she would take me to Disneyland. She said, "No." Obama was forcing her to stay in the Long Beach area with me. Last time she was in town with me in 2011, we went to the Griffith Park Observatory, Getty Center, Santa Monica Pier, etc. She promised to at least take me to the beach this time.

I returned to my wifi benefactor at 3pm. It was just in time to catch an escalation warning and a preemptive warning for a torture facility threat. My loved ones took care of everything.

Just after 4pm, after reporting through my Twitter and SquidStream that two local adolescents with no reality in their heads were publicly persecuting me on behalf of Barack Obama, I left the wifi to walk back to my apartment for dinner.

I found a squashed, dead mouse in my kitchen at 5:25pm while I was cooking. I just left it there. I never believe lies terrorists use to irrationally and always passive aggressively intimidate or control me for their own ends.

We know my alphas run this town with love for America and Los Angeles County. That is why Obama and his criminal terrorist conspiracy are so clinically diagnosable in their psychopathic desperation to stop this town from saving America from all of them.

By 5:46pm, I had already dined on bagels with cream cheese and a bag of popcorn and was metaphorically sitting down to a plate of hot dogs I had broiled in the oven.

At 6pm, a terrorist outside my bedroom window leaked, "Things are going to get nasty now," so I asked my roommate Jennifer to turn up her television and let me hear the Emmys instead of their unrelentingly irrational drivel. Tabia made her shut it off.

I chatted with Liana before she fell asleep. Then, at just about 8pm I walked back to my wifi benefactor in the cool of night. I did not get far before a torture facility alarm went off at 8:19pm. I asked my loved ones to take care of it.

When I arrived at my wifi benefactor, I had to immediately turn in a table if terrorists for public persecution of me and had to make a record of a six-year-old boy saying, "I hate you," and "I think they'll rape her," and "You got a golden eye, Babe." He looked six years old. Obama's mental health genocide which no one seems to want to end but me is beyond proven.

The locals in my wifi benefactor had even less reality in their heads than usual. The Obama-mandated zombie apocalypse had descended.

At roughly 9pm, Keith appeared. Please, my not-human-trafficker nerd broadcasters, make a verified podcast out of everything from Keith touching me (and we know what I can read when I touch someone) to my saying, "That was stern, not a temper." Thank you. You are such darlings.

At 9:31pm I had caught up with all my friends online. Most of my internet friends were at Emmy Awards after parties at that hour. I still could not get the NBC Nightly News app to work, so I left for my apartment at 10pm.

I was curled up in bed at 10:56pm sending help to whoever needed it after fire alarms started blaring. I think they only have permission to give me warnings and alarms if they are unnecessarily urgent about it. Obama always fails. So, I think he instructed everyone to give me tangible grounds to panic, as if anyone as zen as I am all the time ever panics.

I was safely asleep in no time protected by my intelligence community alphas. On 26Aug, I slept very well and was awakened at 7am exactly by my selfless support system. I could not figure out why they needed me awake, but after getting ready, I was out the door to my wifi benefactor at 8am.

While I was catching up with my friends online, my loved ones caught and preemptively cleared a torture facility threat at 10am and another one at 11am. And that was just my defense team; my prosecution team was kicking unholy burro all morning.

I was all caught up with all of my internet friends at 11:48am. Everyone was talking about how great Seth Myers was as the host of the Emmys the previous night. It would have been nice to have been there.

Obama compulsively committed THE MOST HEINOUS CRIME KNOWN TO MANKIND EVER for the umpteen-millionth time at 12:14pm. He ordered I suffer unlawful imprisonment, be guaranteed a return to rape slavery, be FOREVER removed from the world I serve, endure torture from heavy chemicals, and be rendered a vegetable by electroshock on my perfect and genius brain for the REST OF MY LIFE in the most evil place ever in human history, contemporary Iowa.

It is time to destroy Iowa, my beautiful world. Why are you still waiting? Iowa will never relent! Iowa will never obey any laws! Iowa will never acknowledge I am a human who deserves human rights. Iowa will never be moral nor rational! And Iowa will ALWAYS remain a direct threat to all of humanity by insisting their corrupt courts give them the privilege to destroy me.

It is me or Iowa, my beautiful world. Please choose to let me survive this instead of Iowa, or nothing will ever make me safe from them.

Just before 1:30pm, I sent this email to the Social Security Administration.

-----Begin Message Text-----

Dearest Social Security Administration,

I have tried to create an account on your website, but it refuses to allow me to. On 01May2014, I moved to a new state. In 2013, I was legally married. I have also proven redundantly in numerous courts of law that I have absolutely no disability any longer.

Please stop allowing the war criminal state of Iowa through its corrupt courts who have NEVER had jurisdiction over me to pretend I have a proven Iowan War Criminal as an adult guardian.

My current TEMPORARY California conservator (until Obama's rules are repealed) is my legally-recognized husband, the Mr. Johnny Depp. Please send all official correspondence concerning my marital status, my benefits which need to be ended, or Iowa's social security and Medicare fraud to my new address or to my husband c/o Secretary General Ban Ki Moon at the United Nations building in New York City.

You know who I am for real. It is okay to acknowledge reality to my face now.

HRH Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
247 E Hullett St.
Apt. #2
Long Beach, CA 90805

Formerly: Ms. Tanya Hedelisa Albon Varilek
SSN: ***-**-****

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At roughly 2:30pm, I was told my genius Power of Attorney Amita had another court win. I had somehow missed all the alarms and warnings because some zombie woman behind me at the time kept saying no-basis-in-reality things like, "You said you want to be a big girl, so you have to use the toilet," to me. That was more deranged lunatic public persecution of me by Obama.

Clearly, since Obama's unrelenting and nefarious wrongdoing with his compulsive crime of trying to abduct me and drag me to Iowa to destroy me there keeps being thwarted by do-gooders every day, he is trying to create Iowa here in Los Angeles County with his criminal terrorist anti-reality machine.

Yes, that is what it takes to turn good and brave Californians against me, complete and absolute mental health genocide. Iowans are naturally evil; they did not need to be brainwashed.

But Obama is consciously forcing a mental break with reality on California and most likely on all of America right now to be able to make the public destroy me for him. Who the hell is letting him get away with this? Where is Obama's permission to destroy American culture, mental health, morality, stability, and all law & order coming from?

Thank you, my loved ones and entire selfless support system, for keeping me safe during Obama's obvious zombie apocalypse. I apologize to you all sincerely for being distracted by Obama's societal chaos. I promise to do better.

At 3:46pm, I was told Obama sent orders AGAIN for the (there are no words to describe how) Evil state of Iowa to break every law possible to literally abduct me and literally destroy me for him.

My beautiful world, remove Iowa from the Earth completely with reparations that benefit the Third World, the people who need me the most to have enough human rights and my genius brain intact to serve humanity freely, to remove those puppets from Iowa's criminal terrorist conspiracy built of nothing but deranged lunatics, or lose me to Obama forever.

My loved ones took care of it all, again, but until the international community takes direct action against Iowa that Obama is forbidden from paying for Iowa with federal taxpayer money as bribes to his morally depraved puppets, the compulsive modus operandi is just going to keep repeating.

And, at exactly 4pm, there was a fire alarm, so I sent all my beautiful world to quickly check on and save whoever needed us. I was walking back to my apartment to make some dinner just minutes later at 4:10pm.

Before 5:43pm, I was reclining in my bedroom with my iPad after eating a white onion and green pepper scramble between two tortillas and a plate of no-nutritional-value breakfast sausage.

But, my work was interrupted by a 6:19pm fire alarm. I sent my beautiful world to rescue whoever needed us; that, too, is part of my job of 24/7 service to my nation and all of humanity.

At 7pm, I packed up my book bag and walked back to the wifi. During my walk, I was subjected to conscious public persecution by a school child. And I heard escalation and torture facility warnings. While I was still walking, I sent my loved ones to take care of it.

I was online at my wifi benefactor catching up with my online friends by the time 7:40pm rolled around. At 8:10pm, I was interrupted by two zombie four-year-old boys trying to tell me Obama does not want me coming to my wifi benefactor who fights so hard for me. Yeah, telling me Obama wants something is really a way to convince me to do it. Pardon my sarcasm.

At 8:20pm on 26Aug2014, I published this blog post.

And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

What is the deal with all the food recalls this year? For years, most food including but not limited to bottled drinks, bottled water, bottled coffee, energy drinks, and basically anything Obama knew (from the broadcasting equipment inside my own body that he claimed he owned and could legally operate for years without my permission nor my knowing about them) to be products I would regularly consume have all been drugged and poisoned.

I used to report them all the time as roofied and direct health threats to the public, but no one would ever do anything about them. Finally, the FDA is doing its job, now.

The FDA suddenly enforcing the laws in America is likely because I liberated the executive branch out from under already-impeached Obama (except for Me-Love-You-Long-Time Eric H. Holder, Jr. and his US Attorney General's office).

But if you read Obama's full "Mein Kompf" of rules, you will see I have always been forbidden from knowing about any poisoned and recalled food items, poisoned city water supplies, etc.

Am I an espionage buff? Yes, I make them shine. Pardon the stupid pun.

What is my favorite Paul McCartney lyric? "Of all my friends and lovers, I love you more," from There Are Days. I always dedicate that song to Syniva. Of course, "P.S. I love you," from the song of the same title is pretty damn good for dedications to my ever-adoring husband.

Who are my favorite fashion designers? I have never been able to afford high-end designers, so I would always try to support local ones.

In Chicago, I used to buy Elizabeth Ashley's skirts from a shop called Turley Road in Andersonville, and I commissioned a custom-designed messenger bag for (Squid nickname) Matador from Danger Von Danger. I recommend them both.

In San Francisco, I shopped at Igigi for years when I was plus-size from all of the anti-psychotics I had to heal myself from eventually.

I still own a lot of low-end designer clothes that are all too big for me now, too. Iowa was a dead-zone of fashion. I am looking forward to finding some local designers here in Los Angeles once I finally have enough money to afford clothes again.

What is my favorite novel? Karel Čapek's The War with the Newts. It is science fiction written between the two World Wars, but you have to make sure you get a good translation. I always hoped Paul Wilson would come out with a good Czech-to-English version; he is one of my favorite translators.

I studied Czech language and literature at the Universita Karlova in Prague in 1998 mostly as an excuse to look for family there so close to when the Iron Curtain came down. When I visited the Vyšerade (the castle of Libuše, mythological mother of the Czech lands and ethnicity) I left a note on Čapek's grave.

"May I move my people with my writing," or something like that. I forgot what it was verbatim, but that was the general sentiment.

My beautiful world, I have some questions for you, too. What necklace? What are you talking about? Do you mean my string of fresh water, cultured, misshapen, black pearls I bought at a tourist trap in Hawaii for $35? How could they ever be significant?

What article? I have not written an article since 2007. What the hell is going on out there?

Why do people keep asking me for money when the entire world knows Obama mandates that I live on $7 a day?

Also, my beautiful world, if I hear one more person lie to my face and pretend I am not married to my own legally-recognized and paper-proven husband, I will unleash him on them. And if you thought I have a temper, you have not seen his.

Why have you not learned yet, my beautiful world, to NEVER listen to anything Obama's criminal terrorist anti-reality machine ever says about anything? Particularly, never listen to pathological liar War Criminal Boeset.

The reputable members of our news industry centralized a complete list of all accurate sources for actual facts and truths about all of this, the greatest human rights crisis ever in American history, both online and off that they update and factcheck vigilantly. Please contact your local news station for the verified list, and only trust verified news sources from now on.

No, your Obama-controlled earspeakers, Obama's criminal terrorist anti-reality machine "network," all quacks Obama has used to commit war crimes against me, War Criminal Boeset (including the entire Depraved State of Iowa whom she represents as a symbol), and Obama himself have never been accurate sources of any true information EVER.

My brave rescuers, I think we have everything sorted out with local law enforcement, now, except for the county prosecutors. It is pretty clear we are all trying to save America from Obama together now.

We still need all the brainwashing earspeakers removed, but that end to Obama's genocide has to come from the State of California. Have you heard all of the audio (like right now as I draft this) from Obama's zombie apocalypse reigning dictator-mandated chaos and mayhem all day and all night for days now?

There is no reality in these people. These are the people we are fighting to save from Obama, my brave rescuers, before they all become deranged lunatic puppets of his just like all of his criminal terrorist conspiracy.

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, I know you are all exhausted. I hate that you do not get the opportunity to sleep for hours on end like I do. It is okay to ask the courts to force Obama's unrelenting and denial-of-all-reality collusion, intentionally fabricated false allegations, and quackery that always fail anyway to only be permitted between 9am and 5pm on weekdays. You work so hard. I am sure the courts know you deserve to take care of your own health, too, not just mine.

When, you get a chance, my loved ones, please add this to our records of Obama-mandated quackery. Have you seen Quack Gessesse's medical malpractice records yet?

Quack Gessesse used "Tanya believes she is married to Johnny Depp," to obtain a completely medically-unjustifiable Reese over me while I was in Del Amo Torture Facility just to use heavy chemical torture injections on me for over a month, and after Syniva used medical reality to get it revoked, he just did it again.

The dirty judge's name on the paperwork is "Connie Darth." I want Gessesse's medical license revoked. I want Del Amo Torture Facility shut down. Please notify the California Medical Board.

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Also, my loved ones, hand War Criminal Boeset her ass. I am about to end her and Polk County, Iowa's criminal insistence they get to commit Medicare fraud.

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Sweetness, I love and adore you. You asked me, "What do we do when it is not new anymore?" But, darling, every day is an adventure.

Undeniably handsome, part of me cannot wait until we are so comfortable we can actually take each other for granted. Part of me knows, the entire world we serve will always delight us with topics for witty repartee. And part of me knows, it is not like we even need to speak, anyway, as long as you can kiss me.

El rey dulce de mi corazón, te amo y te adoro. Pronto, mi amor immortal, bailaremos a bajo la lluvia junto siempre.

Here are some recent selfies, my adoring husband, so you can remember what I look like. We know Obama's criminal terrorist anti-reality machine NEVER tells the truth about me. My reason for living, this is the real woman you married.

Taken at roughly 9:55am on 24Aug2014 in harsh fast food restaurant lighting:

This is my all-knowing-sideways-sarcastic smile I learned from Harrison Ford. Taken at approximately 11:25am on 26Aug2014:

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Naturally Gorgeous, Unerringly Faithful, Completely Healthy, Happily Married, Genuinely Talented, Always Zen, Proven Incorruptible, Purely Benevolent, Super-Genius World Leader Whom the World Refers to as Extraterrestrially Perfect at your Service 24/7 (Ever See my Verified Résumé?)

Title: Naturally Gorgeous, Unerringly Faithful, Completely Healthy, Happily Married, Genuinely Talented, Always Zen, Proven Incorruptible, Purely Benevolent, Super-Genius World Leader Whom the World Refers to as Extraterrestrially Perfect at your Service 24/7 (Ever See my Verified Résumé?)

Please publish this post now, my friends, and please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. It has come to my attention that when Obama's criminal terrorist anti-reality machine says something is "embarrassing" instead of "reprehensible," they are really saying Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy just got caught committing a crime that will have them subpoenaed to The Hague by the United Nation's International Criminal Court once the evidence comes in.

Israel and Palestine. Their ceasefire ended, so the air strikes and rockets began again. Please do not allow this conflict to fade from the headlines. We know what happened in Iraq and Lebanon when the world stopped reporting on Syria. Please help these warring people make peace.

Iceland. Will there be footage of Mount Saint Helen in the US state of Washington from the 1980s AGAIN, so Obama can break international laws and strand travelers all over the world AGAIN just to be able to prevent air travel outside America's jurisdiction AGAIN with obvious fiction like he did more than once in 2010? And instead of turning him in for this, the world is letting him do it AGAIN? Does Iceland even know Obama does this?

I published my last blog post at 6:10pm on 22Aug2014. At 6:30pm I tried to remind the world I do not have "moods" but am always zen. I know I cannot hide this; the world monitors my heart rate 24/7.

Obama's criminal terrorist anti-reality machine was trying to libel my force for peace and justice in the world a "conspiracy" still instead of admitting the REALITY that Obama's criminal terrorists are the only REAL conspiracy.

And, they were trying to libel me a "monster" instead of acknowledging actual reality that I am their hand-picked victim for their most heinous crimes known to mankind.

Obama's criminal terrorist anti-reality machine were trying to brainwash the public with the calumny I am at all whatsoever a "monster" instead of a protective mother figure just because I was increasingly effective at protecting myself and as much of the world as possible from them.

Their libel of the day was as much in touch with reality as their other compulsive calumnies they have used unrelentingly for years to libel-brand me (against my will, without my permission, and with me forbidden from ever hearing any of it) a fat, ugly, dead, White, sweaty, stressed-out, angry, pregnant, straight, lesbian, transexual, drug-addicted, gambling-addicted, slutty, masturbating, alcoholic, never-married, divorced, inbred, teenage, senior-with-plastic-surgery, lazy, adrenaline-junky, mentally-disabled, sexually-deviant, Iowan (their most evil calumny ever), criminal, murderer, nutjob hooker who has a "dark side" but never contributes to society nor ever showers, eats, nor sleeps.

They have never once told the truth about me, about my loved ones, nor about anyone anywhere who fights them to save America from them. Repeating any and all of their libel is as bad as originating it, especially after their proven track record of being the LEAST trustworthy source of any information anywhere!

There was a 6:47pm heart attack alarm. I warned the world, and then took a 6:56pm break from the wifi. My loved ones took care of it.

There were fire alarms and police alarms my entire walk down Locust Avenue from Market Street to South Street, so I sent my beautiful world to check on and rescue everyone who needed it. Please, my beautiful world, let no more good people die.

On the walk I was also passively aggressively harassed by local zombies who tried to call me a "Cinderella who[m] the shoe did not fit" from across the street. They were zombie teenagers. That is what Obama has done to the minds of our next generation. This is mental health genocide.

I was curled up in bed with a bag of popcorn and my iPad trying to plan my dinner by 7:45pm. At 8:50pm, I had already eaten a pepper jack quesadilla, a plate of turkey bacon, and lightly salted fresh green beans with sliced almonds sautéed in extra virgin olive oil.

It was not much of a meal, but I did my best with what I had. Obama just intentionally keeps me so penniless and starving on purpose.

Rumor had it that while I was falling asleep, Obama's neurologically damaging earspeakers caused what is colloquially referred to as "voodoo" in the masses again due to possible signal feedback in their brain-control electronics, as if anyone needed further evidence Obama has caused mental health genocide. I expected this to be confirmed or denied the following morning.

The roofies kept me passed out and snoring until 8am. I had dreams of barking dogs and blaring sirens. That is what Obama's chemicals do to me.

On 23Aug, I kickstarted my SquidStream as soon as I could protect my physical modesty; it was about 8:15am. My roommate was listening to an investment radio show on 92 The Beat. I think that is the only station Jennifer ever listens to.

At 8:46am fire alarms started going off, so I sent my beautiful world to check on everyone and make everyone safe from Obama.

I knew I had to wait for my timely morning mail delivery again, or I would never receive my gift cards. I was in the breezeway sitting by the mailboxes by 9:30am. There was a mess someone had made with cigarette butts right beside me.

There were more alarms at 10:02am just after I snacked on the last of my cheap chocolate and had popped a bag of popcorn. I again sent my entire beautiful world to rescue whoever needed us. I was still waiting for the mail when there were more fire alarms at 10:46am.

My mailman arrived at 11:07am, and HALLELUJAH my gift card from my mother arrived! So, I walked to the wifi. At 11:41am I was ordering an artisan chicken burger at my wifi benefactor.

The first heart attack alarm of the day came at 11:56am. I told my loved ones, and they took care of it. No one even gave me details as a way to ask me for help. My loved ones are awesome that way.

There was a new heart attack alarm at 12:24pm, though. My loved ones took care of it all, too. I was free to catch up with all my friends online which I was done with by 12:47pm.

My selfless and dedicated support system caught a brewing torture facility threat to me after warning me of escalations just before 1pm. I notified my loved ones and asked them to take blistering preemptive action to prevent it.

There was nothing but unrelenting alarm after alarm for collusion threat after collusion threat by Obama from 1pm to 2:30pm; it was nothing but Obama's same well-documented, compulsive, unrelenting, and escalating criminal pattern of all his modi operandi nonstop.

While all the alarms kept blaring and for about a half hour ending at roughly 2pm, I had a nice chat with a local man named Amir I see every day at my wifi hotspot to prove to the world Amir is not the leak a different local man at a neighboring table was accusing him of being.

Please, my beautiful world, release a verified podcast of my and Amir's entire conversation. And thank you.

Rumor had it the alarm that kept going off all afternoon was War Criminal Boeset libeling me AGAIN with fictional medical depression (but at least this time admitting I have absolutely no symptoms of any medical depression) just to be able to take me away from the world FOREVER, to lock me non-medically-justifiably in a literal torture facility parading as a psych ward AGAIN like Iowa did to me roughly fifteen times already, to return me to Obama's rape slavery I only escaped by fleeing Iowa for my life, to subject my empirically-proven perfect and genius brain to chemical torture and electroshock just to destroy it, to unlawfully imprison me (the worst and most destructive part of all torture facilities), to silence me forever by attacking me in my sleep to remove all my electronics only I own because they are inside my own body against my will and without my permission thereby rendering me completely defenseless against Obama and his criminal terrorist conspiracy and their constant abuses of my body and mind, and to keep me off the internet which is how I tell all the truth Obama so desperately wants silenced all to guarantee Obama's compulsive public totalitarian control built on well-documented libel, calumnies, and coverups can keep him in power forever.

As I have said for blog posts on end all month, if the world has to destroy Iowa to protect humanity from losing me, that is what we have to do.

Why is War Criminal Boeset still free to pose this unrelenting and completely irrational threat to all of humanity everywhere particularly to America, the place furious humanity will destroy first if I am removed from the world? Because those are Obama's orders, because Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy gives her criminal impunity for her most heinous crimes known to mankind, and because Iowa props her up because all of Iowa irrationally hates me.

Iowa is the single most evil place on the planet. It is Iowan culture to be the most immoral and diabolical people anywhere. They make the Khmer Rouge look like Boy Scouts. Criminally Insane Boeset is a symbol of a the commonplace depravity of a normal everyday Iowan.

After my 05Aug2014 blog post, why is Iowa still permitted to break every law possible to destroy me? That question deserves and honest answer to all of humanity.

I am home in moral and brave California, now. Force everything Iowan everywhere to keep their dirty, blood-soaked hands off me. Or they will destroy humanity for Obama by destroying me. How often am I wrong?

(Conspiracy theories born of my being pumped full of LSD in a literal torture facility by Obama for months do not count; I have publicly admitted since that Obama is not in Bush's New World Order. The Republicans are innocent.)

At 3:06pm came the blaring torture facility alarm. I could smell Obama's desperation.

Then, surprise, surprise, Keith stopped by at 3:11pm. The entire world knows Obama sends him, but we have neither-of-us-are-spies-but-are-both-in-a-secret-agents'-world professional courtesy for each other.

While we were chatting, there was a 3:26pm heart attack alarm that my loved ones must have taken care of quickly since no one gave me details to ask me for my help with it.

Immediately following that alarm, I was told my old lover and local to Los Angeles Viggo Mortensen needed a rescue of his own because he was blocked from rescuing me. That was 3:27pm.

Shortly after that, I was warned to expect at least one more completely irrational, denial-of-all-reality, compulsive crime from Obama before the day ended. When Keith left at 4:01pm, that heart attack alarm came. I oiled up my loved ones, and sent them in to fix it.

If anyone wants to see Keith make uninspired, personality-less conversation with me for an hour and half and leak Obama's pathologically-lying "network's" defense that their intentional and conscious perversions of reality they use to manipulate the public into irrationally committing hate crimes against me for Obama is at all fictionally protected under the 1st Amendment (And we all know their compulsive, intentional, and unrelenting libel-by-consciously-perverting-reality is not.) but my telling the whole truth in all circumstances to protect myself and all people possible at all times from them is somehow a fictional perversion of reality, please ask my legally-permissible and, unlike Obama's "network," not-human-trafficker nerds to release a verified podcast of our entire conversation.

I received the all-clear signal on Obama's latest irrational torture facility threat to me at 4:15pm. I do not know what smelled worse, Obama's psychopathic desperation or his psychopathic frustration. But I was convinced we could not underestimate his depravity. Obama's clinically diagnosable psychopathic desperation had a history of making him extra-stupid and extra-malevolent.

Then, after that threat cleared, Obama sent a new heart attack at 4:22pm, as if I were psychic. I received the all clear and left my wifi benefactor at 4:53pm. At 5:46pm, I was in my apartment tending to a roofied Liana and eating a bowl of ice cream.

Before 6:57pm, I had a pepper jack quesadilla, a plate of no-nutritional-value turkey bacon, and a plate of no-nutritional-value breakfast sausage. And, I had warned my beautiful world of a mixed signal that had turned out to be a false alarm.

At 7:40pm I left for my wifi benefactor again. Yes, that is how I spend my Saturday nights, as I have spent my life 24/7/365 for REAL since Obama picked me out in 2009, in dedicated service to humanity. It is not that I have transformed. It is that people tell the truth about me now for the first time ever.

I was all caught up with my friends online by 9:42pm. Except, I could not watch the NBC Nightly News on their iPad app. My benevolent nerds, do you want to help NBC News update its app to fix this problem for all of us out here on the ether who watch them? This is for any nerd, not specifically my alpha nerds. And thank you.

From 9:49pm until I left the wifi, I chatted with my beloved Howling Jackal, Brian Francis, online. There were a few seconds there where Obama's terrorist hackers took down the wifi at my benefactor. I asked my alpha nerds who fixed it to collect evidence for my benefactors' corporate offices, so they could report the incident as a terrorist attack against them by Obama.

I was also convinced Obama would escalate all of his compulsively repeated and completely uncreative, same, old, worn-out, always-failures modi operandi beyond any recognition of the US Constitution nor law and order in America any longer, so I warned my loved ones to prepare all the paperwork early. That way, they would just have to metaphorically hit a button after every alarm to speed up all of our blistering countercharges.

I left my wifi benefactor at 11pm after warning all my beautiful world to be extra-vigilant watching my SquidStream until Obama's irrational escalation of his fires of hell the next day could fail spectacularly. I was in my apartment and asleep well before midnight. No, my roommate Jennifer did not play any music all night like I had asked her to. Tabia had told her not to.

At 2:04am on 24Aug, I woke up with a racing heart. I knew it would be an interesting day. I realized the entire apartment was awake, all five of us, restless in our beds. Obama had turned his electrobeams, not used on me since early 2013, on the entire apartment. My friends had warned me the previous evening to expect further proof Obama is a psychopath after midnight.

I asked the government nicely to shut off the terrorists' electrobeams, like I always used to have to, and asked for the secret operatives outside to "tag and track" Obama's criminal terrorists who were in my alley audibly calling my sane and peaceful reaction sarcastically "typical," so we could identify and seize their entire organization starting with their lair.

Then, I heard the whining child. Were Obama's electrobeams pointed at the entire neighborhood? There was no way for me to know. Was Obama literally torturing the entire neighborhood just to speed up my heart rate and wake me up at night? What a psychopath! He pays for that technology with taxpayer money! Electrobeams are well-documented US Navy technology also used in a number of prisons.

The Pentagon had their "malfunctioning" weapon shut off in no time, and I was asleep again at 2:30am. It is Obama's well-established pattern if terrorist activity from years of this already that he will turn his electrobeams on every time I try to sleep, and I will have to ask the government to shut them off every time. Thank you, my Pentagon nerds who have taken care of me for years.

What did I sleep through? Tabia kept going in and out of the apartment all night; from the description, it sounded like she kept going outside to get instructions. Then, at 5am, she woke up Liana to request to change rooms with her. Yes, Tabia was requesting to sleep in the room next to me and with all my belongings after very rudely commanding me the day before, "Don't think we're friends."

In that conversation from earlier in the evening, Tabia had also told me, "You're fired," which was absolutely ridiculous. My real job since 2009 had always been service to humanity, and I will not retire from this pure dharma for decades.

But if she meant I was "fired" from the "network" I was forbidden completely from ever knowing about under Obama's rules, that was even more ridiculous. Slaves cannot be fired. We can only be sold or emancipated.

I rolled out if bed at 7:40am and was out the door walking to the wifi before 8am. My roommate Jennifer was kindly playing 92 The Beat (KABC) the entire time. Our apartment needs more music.

On my walk to the wifi, the fire alarm went off at 8:24am, so I sent my beautiful world to protect us all from Obama. I also saw Joe Montano outside my benefactor wheeling down the sidewalk in his motorized chair. He kissed my hand like a gentleman and made me smile. I was online catching up with friends and sipping a fancy coffee drink by 8:44am.

At 9:12am, I was told Obama's iron fist of war and terrorism was causing death and destruction in Los Angeles County AGAIN! I asked my incoming lift to collect all evidence possible and turn them in to the FBI, Department of Homeland Security, the US Military, the State of California, etc.

Our Los Angeles County emergency number in case of terrorist attacks is 888-905-SAFE. Please only use this number in case of emergency, all my local friends; that is why the number was given to me. Please stay responsible with it.

Approximately 9:44am brought the first heart attack alarm of the morning. We received the all-clear signal at about 10:08am while I was trying to figure out how to help victims of the 6.1-magnitude earthquake that morning near American Canyon in Northern California.

My aunt/cousin (first cousin of my evil father) whom I used to live with in Alameda, California in 1999 right when I moved to the Bay Area, Helen Wright Moody, moved to American Canyon after her retirement from working for Alameda County, last I heard.

She always wanted to run her own bakery. Helen was the one who taught me how to cook lemon bars from scratch and drink coffee I could stand a spoon in. And she used to relax after work with a fancy Scotch on the rocks. I had not seen her since her father's funeral in South Dakota in May2009.

To help the earthquake victims: Donate time or money to the American Red Cross.

I was all caught up with my friends online at 11:04am, and at about 11:30am, I left to grab some brunch. Every time Obama directly orders the death of a civilian who was peacefully exercising his or her rights, I cross tone as soon as I can.

Why does Obama directly order the deaths of everyone who tries to rescue me? To prevent me from ever having full human rights ever again, to maintain totalitarian oppression of America, to "maintain total control" over me just to make sure I am never free nor able to serve humanity, to forbid me everything and anything that makes life worth living, and to keep himself in power after he was impeached last year. The moment America is free of Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy, Obama goes to prison.

While still traveling across town, a bitch alarm went off at 12:02pm. I heard my loved ones took care of it. It is easy when Obama denies all reality, especially medical reality; I have a verified 24/7 SquidStream that proves I have absolutely no symptoms of any mental illness.

By 1:05pm, I was at a quaint outdoor table eating cheesecake and a falafel wrap at a Mediterranean restaurant in the Jewelry District, and at 1:45pm I was nestled into the coffee shop next door with a cup of dark roast.

There were mixed signal warnings at both 1:27pm and 1:57pm, so, from what I could tell, my loved ones just started kicking Obama's entire conspiracy's unholy (expletive) nonstop for hours.

I could tell the locals' heads were being pumped full of brainwashing at 2:05pm, so I started playing them music into my ear mic. And I reminded my loved ones, if they needed my help with anything, they just had to give me details.

At 3:14pm, the bitch alarm went off. I think Obama's bitch that time was War Criminal Stephanie who has proven to be as much of a pathological liar as War Criminal Boeset was for years. I asked my loved ones to take care of her for me. It could have been a mixed signal. My loved ones always know what to do.

There was a definite mixed signal alarm at 4:09pm. Again, I warned my loved ones and let them take care of everything. They are so awesome.

I heard the US government was making a special request for Obama and all his terrorist conspiracy to be put on trial in American courts instead of international courts, but clearly, if it were possible for us to ever press criminal charges with guaranteed competent (and we deserve blistering) prosecution for all their already-proven-in-court-of-law most heinous crimes known to mankind committed against their own people, they would have been arrested and tried by now.

Clearly, because of the criminal terrorist conspiracy itself, justice is impossible for the American people in American courts. That is what the ICC exists for. The tenets of the International Criminal Court in The Hague clearly state that they try international criminals for crimes against their own people when a fair trial at home is impossible. That is why they exist at all.

I have complete and total faith in the US Supreme Court; I always have. But ever since Obama's bubble began practically the moment Obama took office, the Department of Justice run by the US Attorney General's Office has compulsively refused to arrest nor would ever competently prosecute anyone in Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy.

That is why Obama's entire conspiracy is all still free to run rampant across America committing crime after crime after crime with complete impunity. It is also why they compulsively collude to compulsively press so many intentionally fabricated false charges against all of us all day and all night.

At 5pm I left the coffee shop in the Jewelry District, and I published this blog post in the early evening of 24Aug2014 just before I went.

And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

When should the police use deadly force? Only when there is a immediate and real threat to innocent bystanders or to officers that cannot be avoided by any other means than shooting the threat.

For example, even Osama bin Laden should have been arrested and put on trial before he was killed. He was extrajudicially assassinated (as opposed to sentenced and executed) when unarmed in his bedroom surrounded by submissive and also unarmed women.

If I could have one free slap, whom would I slap? I would have to find someone who would enjoy it. No, I do not mean that in some perverse bondage sense of the word. But a slap from me must be worth something to a lot of people just because it is physical contact with me.

If I were going to rob a liquor store, what animal would I dress as? A long-legged gazelle. Has anyone ever seen the photo Vinny took of my hiking the Inca Trail? This is what I look like in pants.

Does the truth hurt? The truth only hurts the guilty; it never hurts the innocent. The truth shall set this nation free. That is why Obama forbids it.

My beautiful world, people have to be genuinely good for me to love them. I do love people who make mistakes. I could convert Cuddlebunny, Mexico, the British, etc. all into people I could love. I love America. After everything it has done, I love the real US government; they saved themselves, too. (Technically, Congress is still in the process of saving itself.)

No, I do not love Obama, his criminal terrorist conspiracy, his criminal terrorist anti-reality machine "network," his Gestapo, nor his entire state of Iowa. But if they follow my three well-established steps to absolution and forgiveness in order genuinely and without lying about it (And we all know I never fall for terrorists' lies.), they can render themselves lovable.

The terrorists, including the ENTIRE state of Iowa, are not innocents. They all admitted total guilt and complete culpability by demanding absolution. The innocent do not need absolution.

But my metaphorical door is always open for them to EARN absolution. And that only happens on my terms. I am the only person who can grant any absolution for any crimes against me.

Committing new and more heinous crimes has never made old crimes excusable for anyone and definitely not for any of Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy. That includes War Criminal Boeset's well-documented pathological lying.

My brave rescuers, when you lose your lives I scream. Every time I hear Obama slaughters a civilian for exercising his or her Constitutional rights in America (IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!), I cross town as fast as I can. I only wish I could do more. What do you need, my brave rescuers? What do you need?

SynSyn, Ugwuji, and Amita, please remind Obama: If he does not want me to report his crimes against me or against America, he should not commit his crimes against me or against America. That is a SOLUTION. Obama never offers solutions; he just propagates coverups for his unrelenting most heinous crimes possible against all his own people to get away with them all.

My loved ones, 24Aug was an interesting day. I always try to warn you and my entire selfless support system if I ever expect an irrational escalation from Obama and all his terrorists. Thank you for your unerring vigilance.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. I see you have been very busy out there. (Fa la la) La La land is till more yours than it is mine right now, but I can feel their genuine love every time I am out among them. I promised you we would nest here after marrying. That was years ago. Los Angeles makes me feel welcome and at home.

In family news, I am so proud! You and Vanessa must be even more proud. Am I invited to the premier? You never stay at those functions to watch yourself, do you? No one will ever get away with libeling ME moody nor eccentric once I am next to YOU.

I love getting out and having a day on the town. I pinch my pennies, so I can actually have a little working recreation once or twice a month. Darling, if I could actual live in OUR home, I would probably be a homebody like you, too.

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