Wednesday, December 31, 2014

I Only Kiss my Fingers After I Spill Whiskey on Them on the Dance Floor.

Title: I Only Kiss my Fingers After I Spill Whiskey on Them on the Dance Floor.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

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. When people persecute me, libel me, or otherwise attack me, the entire world shows up to protect me. But, when my loved ones get attacked, I show up.

I published my last blog post at 10:10am on 29Dec2014 immediately before walking to the local post office. As fast as possible after securing my local post office box, I relocated to my daily perch where my loving and adoring public could keep me safe as I slept. My daily scheduled sleep overlooking the ocean lasted from just before 11:30am to 2:26pm.

After brushing my hair and catching up with my TweetHearts, I ran some errands including buying a dozen chocolate old-fashioned doughnuts. I had been hearing promises since I woke up that Obama would finally obey his own rules that he willfully slaughters as many people as possible to enforce.

That is, I heard Obama would finally maintain my day-to-day normalcy within this "egg" which is the definition of his "egg" by safely delivering Tentacle to me every day in my infested playground by 4pm like clockwork. Imani had already tried reaching me that morning just so we could cuddle during my daily scheduled sleep under the Southern California sun.

Yes, my daily inspection into whether or not Obama would ever obey any laws anywhere or even his own extragovernmental rules began at 4:16pm when I walked my playland collecting hard evidence.

And since I found neither height nor hair of any of my own real friends anywhere, my completely peaceful and unarmed ass-kicking counter-terrorism offensive against Obama's conspiracy of enemies of America continued.

Please check my Twitter for the play-by-play. At 4:44pm, I jay-walked across an intersection to catch a bus just about to leave the bus stop before I could get there.

I had been told the night before while perching near a FBI counter-espionage operation that Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy were "sending everyone in." So, after proving Obama was still forbidding me all of my own REAL friends, I cleared my earmic and eyecamera from the terrorist hotzone that is my infested playland, so everyone could go in to do what was necessary to remove them all.

Still on the bus, at 5:04pm, I replaced my contacts that had become fuzzy from my sleeping in them. I was only sure the front five passengers on the bus with me were in Obama's conspiracy of enemies of America, but it was worth checking on all of them.

I took Metro bus #9369 across the barricades that would have to be removed before the bus could reach them and arrived safely right where my selfless support system had been expecting me by 6:18pm. I had friends to check on, among other things.

As the same creature of habit I have always been, I asked my benevolent nerds to make sure I could watch the NBC Nightly News at 7pm PST. I was at the same wifi hotspot I frequent every chance I get including more often than every Monday night when, like clockwork, I drink nonalcoholic beverages in rock bars on the Sunset Strip.

I Skyped to my mother before clearing up a further boldfaced collusion against me instigated by who sounded like Me-Love-You-Long-Time Holder all just before 7:57pm when I made sure "Markus" was released from jail. He had been trying to "run into" me since the moment I got on the bus this afternoon.

By 8:37pm, I was sitting amongst Obama's conspiracy of enemies of America who were all pretending they were lovers and believers of mine. What I do with a hotbed usually depends with how they are behaving towards me.

The Taberna in Santa Monica the previous night where I had requested to meet the Mayor, for example, was completely honest with me about who they were and were completely honest with me about the extensiveness of the barricade my own friends could not cross to reach me.

So, I proved to the Taberna how much more businesses genuinely thrive and prosper everywhere by being actual lovers and believers of mine than by propagating hate and trying to trap my friends.

Just look at how many reservations they have now. And, yes, my lovers and believers, keep drowning them in love until they learn to love. I have seen them. I have met them. Those ladies there actually are squooshy in the middle. They are susceptible to love.

You were all about to see what I was going to do with this supposed "Irish Rock Bar" where no one had any idea who the band Snow Patrol were. What was it I said about the UVA Bar at Disneyland? No one can catch a criminal until after a crime happens.

By 9:10pm, Obama's infestation at the bar (not the bar itself) had hanged itself already, so all I had to do was send my legal team to collect the evidence and prosecute them all.

At approximately 9:16pm, the Cameron Diaz look-enough-alike said to me, "You call this terrorism?!?" To which I replied, "Just because you're incompetent does not mean you're not terrorists."

9:27pm on 29Dec2014: There still an enduring only-a-direct-threat-to-USA-and-to-the-world war crime coverup destabilizing humanity right now?#21Dec #RazeWith28Oct

At 9:30pm, I knew it was time to pay for my one Coca-Cola with lemon and no ice and then clear my earmic and eyecamera from the premesis. I even wrote, "Squid was here," on my bill for them before going.

I walked down into West Hollywood (im)proper to hangout where I regularly hangout in the gay neighborhood in the dark hours of night. I reminded my local darlings that wanting to sleep with me makes them no less gay; I am like Liza Minelli that way.

I was right next to the Sheriff's station that had already informed me that all of the Sheriff's deputies were genuinely and deeply appreciate of everything I have gone out of my way to do for months to make sure none of them would die from trying to abduct me and drag me off to any completely Obama-controlled environment.

They also told me all those weeks previous that the only enemy of human rights and freedoms in the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Office left was the Sheriff himself.

I nested beside the 24-hour wifi where I always nest, so my lovers and believers could pass me on the sidewalk. I finished off my energy drink that I had opened before investigating and ideally cleaning out Rock'N'Reilley's which my darling Mr. David Tennent, through methods no one can trace nor prove, had informed me was trying to lay ambush to me and my friends shortly after I had gotten off the bus earlier in the evening.

I ate a few more chocolate old-fashioned doughnuts while catching up my blog notes and talking to my TweetHearts. I had clearly packed this picnic just to be able to sit here all night working online.

The federal government had asked me to stay out of my adoptive homeless home city for at least eight hours after they saw me take the barricade down for my regular Monday night socializing.

While just about ready to put my feet up and get down to answering the world's questions for me online after my 29Dec2014 blog post from that morning had finally reached the world, a not-so-random man appeared and tried to abduct me under the guise of buying me Americanized Chinese food.

He was a pretty bad conversationalist and had very little reality in his head. And then everything for him went to hell. While he was on the telephone begging some government agency to pick me up and arrest me, I put the process in place for the fastest possible safe delivery to the entire good, green world of the full, verified, and unedited recording of our entire interaction. No, my sweatercoat never had to come off, but I did get to sing at him a little.

My beautiful world, I trust you will find him and hammer justice into this world, so we can all heal. He finally entered a taxi cab and fled his proximity to the Sheriff's station across the street at 12:12am.

I had some me time singing to myself before I packed up what was left of my picnic and headed back to my adoptive homeless home to see what progress was made in there while I was out. I promised I would sweep this entire metropolis clean of Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America.

Did anyone get into the "island city" while I had the barricades down? Will I have friends in there when I get back? Did any law enforcement take any action against the infestation? I was about to find out. So, in the wee hours of the morning on 30Dec2014, I got on the Metro.

I arrived at my infested playland quickly, and everyone I encounter in the wee hours of the morning was a genuine Sweetheart. However at approximately 4am, everything changed.

I needed to check if my period had yet started, so I walked to the closest bathroom, the gas station on Lincoln. The absolutely brutish clerk was horrible to me and refused me the bathroom by lying to my face.

I stopped to put an eye on the Jack in the Box on the corner where some woman was freaking out and screaming at me, "If you mess up even once, you know what we will do to you!"

Yeah, lady, whatever! You assert you have any "legal" authority to demand I never make a mistake ever while YOU do nothing but fuck up in the public and in the courts constantly? Syn, Amita, and Ugwuji brought justice for that deranged assertion which was yet another fuck up by them very quickly.

By 5:42pm, the staff at the Starbucks I was at had already persecuted me in conspiracy with all people everywhere that prop up Obama's egg.

It was the third or fourth time I needed to report the staff at that Starbucks to their corporate offices for being criminals in Obama's conspiracy of proven enemies of America. And, no, they would never treat anyone else on this planet anywhere as horribly as they treat only me.

By 6:18am, I had seen the staff take instructions from a woman inside their shop who spends her night sleeping on a bench outside. The staff had called in a gang of thugs for themselves. Please ask my not-human-trafficker nerds to combine one verified and barely edited recording with full audio and visuals of every stupid and malevolent thing they did in that coffee shop. And, thank you.

7:26am on 30Dec2014: @dictionarycom #wotd Since I will never evanesce away, today we fight again and every day. --HeroicCouplet

At 9:04am, I left the coffee shop to run some errands and to write some emails. By 9:51am I had already been attempting my daily scheduled sleep, but I kept being awakened by alarms.

Finally, at 11:23am, due to too many alarms that required me to keep sending rescue efforts for my friends and lawyers into courtrooms for me, I just got up and perched in my infested playland.

I had been told that Obama's criminal conspiracy of enemies of America were so desperate to make me finally calm down and stop kicking their asses so hard and so thoroughly 24/7 that they were finally going to allow my own REAL friends into my infested playground EVERY DAY like clockwork.

By 12:28pm, I had received the confirmation that the one large van load (or was one car load?) of my friends were on time, but the details on all of it were still too vague and unconfirmed for me.

Since Obama's enemies of America had still yet ever to uphold any agreement we had ever made, I was already planning my next ass-kicking to hand out in the event there were no friends here for hugging, kissing, and meditating among by 4pm.

I stopped by the Tesla Motors Show Room to clandestinely chat with my old friend the darling Mr. Elon Musk, someone whom I would acknowledge as an equal if he wanted to split a cup of tea with me in a fast food chain in the dead of night while I was tweeting to solve major global crises.

Of course, my old friend did not disappoint and collected the necessary hard evidence on behalf of all of humanity we all needed to provide for the ICC that Obama through his extragovernmental "egg" forbids me all employment at all whatsoever, especially appropriate for my experience and expertise. We know who are our own. It takes a world to save a world.

Yes, my beautiful world, if I were not already fully employed as a benevolent super-genius world leader, the places I would choose to work would be NASA or SpaceX or a company of my own creation that could help build the contemporary global economy on the technology of the future instead of our still depending on the industries of our past.

It is clear, if I had ever wanted to work in the entertainment industry, I would have already succeeded at that by now, but it was never a choice I made. Yet, please revisit my updated Bucket List for my humble opinions of entertainment professionals even before they demanded I am one of their own and decided they would die to save me. I will love you all forever for everything.

Next, I made a tour de force of the local bookstore. Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and barely edited, if edited at all, recording with full audio and visuals of my time among the book stacks, including but not limited to my unrehearsed reading, my stage among the Dr. Who paraphernalia, my tweeting and emailing, my conversation in line for the restroom, and my time looking in the mirror.

At 3:03pm, I was back in my infested playland. All day, I was promised by Obama's proven enemies of America who were desperate to finally calm down the unrelenting ass-kicking I have been giving them since the heart-wrenching departure off Tentacle from my "egg" on 23Dec2014 that ALL of my own real crosstown friends and family (and then they told me it was only one carload) would be near enough to me at last for hugging, kissing, and witty repartee by 4pm.

As I already said, Obama had never once yet kept any promise he had ever made to me nor had he ever de-escalated. We would see in less than an hour how much self-preservation Obama and his conspiracy had. And at 4pm, we all learned that they have none.

Ass-kicking takes many forms. Obama has libeled me for so long with complete uselessness to society to make everyone around me degrade me and finally throw me away for him.

So much of my job of solving major global crises includes small activities every day that prove I have value and that people genuinely love me. My evening began with war paint; if you choose to release a recording with full audio and visuals of my makeup artistry, start when I first stepped foot in the store and end the moment I left.

Next, I perched "up a level" as requested, but my rendezvous with allies was thwarted before I even invited the conspirator of Obama's enemies of America to join my table. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording of my entire conversation with Colton before he fled my table. And thank you.

During my wait for my promised rescue attempt, I also made a public display of what I look like when I flirt as opposed to when I just have a casual conversation. When I flirt with you, you know. There is no mistaking it. If "Markus," who is still completely forbidden any and all physical proximity to me, would like to publish our Facebook conversations anywhere, he definitely has my permission to do so.

At 8:56pm, I finally relocated to someplace less literally drafty.

On my way to catch further guaranteed crimes against America from idiots choosing to commit crimes for Obama including but not limited to willful persecution of me, hate crimes, human rights abuses, unlawful imprisonment, possibly even aiding and abetting war crimes in the event any supposed "psychiatric unit" were involved, destabilizing the world, forcing global war on US soil, etc. all by singling me out for worse treatment than they would give anyone else anywhere, I stopped at the Guess store.

Please circulate verified images of the outfit I put together. It looked like it was tailored to fit me. And, because of the way our society is degraded as a whole into falsely judging us by our clothes, so proven liars can lie about us all. For days afterwards, everyone was calling me a lesbian again. Sorry, liars, my husband is a straight man, not a lesbian.

At 10:09pm, as I had accurately predicted, Obama's proven enemies of America pressed intentionally fabricated false charges against me to cause a global war on US soil. I kept telling everyone I was a guest of the corporate offices of the establishment, but cars were sent anyway.

This was further evidence of the complete and irrational supposed uselessness Obama's enemies of America unrelentingly libel me with only to make everyone around me degrade me and throw me away for them knowing full well it was a crime against America guaranteed to cause an immediate violation of our self-sovereignty by the furious world that screams for my protection from this all day and all night every day and every night.

Sadly, though, in the wee hours of the morning, after hours of work, I finally did have to clear the premesis, so authorities could enter it to arrest one of Obama's conspirators who was in my face unrelentingly threatening me with war crimes and refusing to leave me alone. Please circulate the full recording.

In minutes, I was safely relocated, and I was delightfully the floor show at a local convenience store. That verified recording with full audio and visuals actually will require editing, but please keep the highlights in order.

After the late late shift ran out of instructions on things to do with me, I left to recharge my iPad battery where I normally do. The local police were ordered to pick me up and put me in an Obama-controlled environment, but I told them the truth to prevent them from committing that act of war against America, crimes against their own people, aiding and abetting those war crimes, etc.

Finally, at 5am, I headed back to the Obama-obedient hotbed of treason where I promised I would keep visiting until it was completely swept clean of enemies of America FOREVER.

5:35am on New Year's Eve, 31Dec2014: Yes, I am right here as a guest of the corporate offices. Thank you. If anyone would like to volunteer a witty conversation, I listen. Thx!

5:38am on New Year's Eve, 31Dec2014: Syn, Amita, Ugwuji, please collect all hard evidence on the ambush we just averted right here. Thank you! Happy New Year!

5:54am on New Year's Eve, 31Dec2014: Syn, now we need all and corporate to call whomever wants to pick me up here AGAIN. @UN @RT_com @cctvnews @BBCWorld @France24_en @CNN

6:13am on New Year's Eve, 31Dec2014: Please have the cooperate offices call whomever wants to pick me up here (STILL?) and call off this guaranteed death of me. @UN @CNN

Our standoff between the enemies of America willing to do anything possible to throw me away at last and remove me from the world FOREVER and myself who will never stop saying, "You do not do this in America! You do not do this to America!" continued for hours.

What was my recommended peaceful resolution? Anyone in the establishment could have acknowledged my existence in the world as my REAL self and could have bought me breakfast or a cup of coffee out of appreciation for all I do for REAL for this world, but we all know Obama's specifically planted "haters" would rather directly cause a global war on US soil than ever let me eat food at last. All Obama's rules must go!

This blog post was published at 8:45am on 31Dec2014.

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.

Is algebra necessary? It has been a while since someone has asked me about pedagogy. Hold onto your hats and glasses.

The turning point on math education is calculus. Leibniz and Newton developed calculus at the same time as physics, so there would be math to support the science. As a result, calculus is completely useful in the real world.

All math education after calculus is what we consider pure math and the point of a higher level math education. All math education before calculus is designed to build the math skills to do calculus. This includes algebra.

However a mathematics education with no goal of ever reaching calculus or above serves a much bigger purpose. It teaches students how to think and how to process information logically. That is the real purpose of the algebra you all complain so much about. So, yes, algebra is necessary.

My beautiful world, on the morning of 31Dec2014, New Years Eve, Obama was beyond desperate to remove me from society FOREVER, and the only thing that saved this entire world from destroying this nation completely in its fury over losing me was Obama's servants reluctance and second thoughts about removing America from the face of the Earth forever.

Please help these people in here process reality. There is so little understanding by these people in here that their intentional choice to obey and enforce Obama's rules that are only extragovernmental are their willful act of destabilizing all of humanity and destroying America.

My brave rescuers, if you could just keep me safer in here until the whole "egg" comes down instead of risking your lives day and night trying to cross the front lines and penetrate all the barriers just to pick me up and take me across town to my own house, this whole global crisis might reach a faster resolution.

Please consider infiltrating the Los Angeles metropolis to collect and sweep out all of Obama's infestation to make us all a real and stable city again, which is in better keeping with your actual job descriptions, and allow the armed forces of the world fight Obama's seditious EXTRAGOVERNMENTAL criminal terrorist mercenary army instead.

Lavrov alone has been screaming, "Get Squid to Europe so we can invade!" for days. Why not just let the full armed forces of humanity along side us now to take Obama's mercenaries down. Let soldiers be soldiers. And let spies be spies. That is what I would have done if I were the president.

As for our first line of defense protecting the world from losing me, SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, thank you. I thank you. The world thanks you. Look at our perfect legal record.

As this goes on, we are going to keep acquiring more dedicated lovers and believers we need to protect from intentionally fabricated false charges. Yes, we have successfully sent Sweetness to protection in France away from Obama's enemies of America's proven modus operandi of unrelenting false charges from all levels of government only used to enforce human rights abuses and war crimes against all of us from proven genocide to proven systemic rape.

Now, I seem of be collecting a musical army of suitors willing to move heaven and earth, realign every star in the sky, flatten every mountain, and raise every sea just to fall at my feet and love me. So, we need to keep even more people safe now, too.

Please beef up our legal team and alert system to enable our protection of our growing numbers. And thank you. We never leave anyone behind.

And, most importantly, please make sure all public defenders who might be called in to protect protesters or demonstrators or even the bees who do not know my real world vision etc. anywhere in America also know which blog post they need to defend any and all people who genuinely love me from what charges as well as which legal precedents we have for what false charges, too.

This requires a lot of legal community communication, so feel free to delegate to trustworthy law experts as necessary. And, on behalf of my beautiful world, thank you.

My former royal consort who calls himself "Markus," I have figured out your SquidName. Giggle. A SquidName is the affectionate pet name I give my loved ones whether or not I ever sleep with them. You, "Markus," are now my Bogart. Go get your Casablanca on.

Calm down. Calm down, Bogie. Technically, his character had the better character development. Okay, talking like a writer might not help. Hmmmm... maybe it will.

Come to me. Take my hand. Buy me a bourbon to spill on your dance floor. I told War Criminal Boeset if she wanted control over any of me, she would have to grab a guitar just like everybody else. That is an artistry you have that Boeset will never be capable of, so let us show her how it is done.

And as for my husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. You are my hero, my king, and my reason for living. This world would have destroyed itself over losing me by now if it were not for you.

(Embed this video here: Brandon Flower's Crossfire) Except, HoneyHoney, I carry out my heroics peacefully and completely unarmed while live-tweeting and live-blogging while I wear a dress and heels.

Beloved, your next handwritten letter of undying love and devotion from me is taking me a little bit longer to write than usual. I spend too much of my day without a table to sit at. But, I have no intentions to ever let you down, just as you have never let me down.

My far-too-long-since-I-have-seen husband whose world unapologetically rises and sets around me, there is no battle the horrors of Obama's enemies of humanity can conjure that I would not conquer just to be with you.

Obama's depravity is escalating just as fast as his pattern of criminal activity does. Eventually, darling, there will be too much reality for any more deniers left plaguing the public forums you all rely on so heavily.

Until everyone can speak the truth in America again, thank you, my husband, for making sure at least I always can. Kisses, my handsome mister.

Monday, December 29, 2014

If You Do not Want Giant Sucker Marks on Your Face, Do not Attack the Giant Squid in the First Place.

Title: If You Do not Want Giant Sucker Marks on Your Face, Do not Attack the Giant Squid in the First Place.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

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. You imbeciles! You do not want me to fight you, so you keep giving me fights to fight? I respond to every challenge by winning. How much hard evidence does it take? I WILL save this town. I WILL save this country. I WILL save this world from all of you. Stop pretending I cannot.

I have been too much of the international news for me to find any other global crises to solve than my own with this blog post, so I shall commence...

I published my last blog post at 2:22pm on 27Dec2014. At which time, a man entered the fast food restaurant I was in to pretend to start a fight. For some reason Obama's conspiracy of enemies of America wanted to make my environment look more hostile and destabilized than it really was.

I did get a chance to prove that people who instigate fights never listen to me. And, once I started singing into his earspeaker, he finally calmed down, said to the staff he could just kiss me, and left.

It was very busy in those wee hours of the morning for my Powers of Attorney. My genius lady friends have been doing nothing but delivering ass-kicking after epic ass-kicking 24/7. And they carried on carrying on that morning as the gods of law and medicine they are.

While still perched where the fast food restaurant's corporate offices had promised they would keep me warm, I had much content-less conversation with the local homeless and then received an "I love you," email from my mother at 4:07am.

I eventually picked up and left all my clandestine acquaintances from the opposing side at the fast food chain that had kept me warm during the frigid overnight who probably have not realized yet that I recognized who they were the entire time and roosted in a brand new safe haven in the sky by 5:55am.

I watched the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening at 6am, as I had promised. It was the biggest, warmest, metaphorical hug I had ever received, and it was from darling Ms. Kate Snow.

At 7:07am, my Los Angelenos were metaphorically singing to me that THIS IS WHERE AWESOME LIVES, and, no, they were not going to allow anyone anywhere to make me leave unless and until I chose to take a vacation.

I gave my new adoptive homeless home the same sort of promise; when I leave this town by the sea, Obama's enemies of America will all have been removed before me.

I was perched in my own SECOND sky haven built for me so far in this city, and by 7:11am, I was asked politely to vacate the premesis by yet another fake mall cop who clearly randomly generated what hours the mall was open. Dude, I deserve such a better effort from you if you are going to lie to my face in the first place!

I was perched by my fountain where I always sit by 7:59am to catch up with my mom and my online friends. At 9:32am, there were two ugly middle-aged White men who failed under the wait of their own skewered-testicle incompetence.

Make sure we have a full, verified, unedited recording with full visuals and augmented audio to prove their mumbling belligerence and please circulate it to all of humanity as soon as humanly possible.

Syn, I also insist on restraining orders to keep them away from me due to their openly colluding to coverup and openly aiding and abetting war crimes against me, too. Thanks.

I was curled up by 10am for my daily scheduled sleep. And I slept safely and soundly watched over by my loving and adoring locals.

I had woken up and returned to my used-to-be-playland where it seemed my loving and adoring locals were all instructed not to be but Obama's infestation of imported psychopaths who obeyed his every whim were plaguing the entire metropolis.

By 12:57pm I was among the delusional (expletive)holes that comprised Obama's infestation who also pathologically lied as much as possible and all of whom Obama had brought into town only to terrorize we who stand up. Yes, I was among them long enough for me to prove Obama's absolute devastation if all the people's minds there by their Obama-controlled earspeakers.

They were condescending and rude. They did nothing but propagate calumny after calumny. It was rampant and escalated mental health genocide. You saw how packed the streets were that afternoon, and I was the keeper of the only reality in anyone's minds.

At 1:32pm, I was informed that "All meditation is now completely forbidden for Squid until whole 'egg' is demolished because meditation is actually proven medically to be good for her mind."

Yes, yes, Obama's pathologically perjuring enemies of America had finally proven their quackery parade was designed to harm my mind not, as they always perjured, do anything for my health.

That attack led directly to my 1:34pm proof of Obamas conspiracy and collusion: if anyone supposedly "fears" what happens when I am angry, why would that person and those people all intentionally go out of their way all day every day and all night every night only to make me as angry as possible?

At 1:40pm, I reported to all of humanity that Obama was attempting to render the Los Angeles metropolis "the new Iowa" to be able to destroy me here. Because the REAL locals made sure there would never be any legal way to make me leave, Obama was actively corrupting and infesting the public to make them "the new Iowa."

I made it clear I planned on saving this town before Obama ever got away with forcing that diabolical of a level of absolute depravity on all of us; the more he is permitted to escalate, the closer this place comes to wallowing as "the new Iowa."

I spoke on behalf of all other (if only just locally declared) locals at 1:51pm. I told Obama's entire terrorist infestation, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY TOWN, BITCHES!"

The next excitement was at 1:59pm. Did you catch the further hostile act against the world and open act of war against America of collusion to commit human rights abuses against me including but not limited to unlawful imprisonment that I calmly thwarted?

First of all, it is not illegal to be on a publicly accessible establishment's premesis without purchasing products from that establishment. But, yes, I had bought literal grounds at that coffee shop.

Yet, the establishment colluded to lock me in a literal torture facility due to my fictionally being on their publicly accessible property at all without giving them money to be there first and for no other reason.

How did the corporate headquarters for the coffee shop feel about that openly hostile terrorism being propagated from their property? My beautiful world, it always helps to know who loves you.

I sent this message to my lovelies at 2:22pm... "Let us pray some loving soul gives me food, caffeine, witty repartee, affectionate company, and meditation as soon as humanly possible, so I can finally smile. Where are my friends? I want ALL of my friends to arrive right now.

But, bare minimum, Obama is obligated to deliver Tentacle by 4pm to obey his own rules that he is not shy about killing all people possible to enforce. And I insist they have full Constitutional rights in my presence to ensure "Squid cannot figure out there are any rules."

Next, at 2:27pm, I turned in a belligerent psychopath for destabilizing the entire world not just America because he threatened me with proven injection torture to my face.

At 2:41pm, there was a deranged and delusional (expletive) who is still committing the open act of aggression against America of publicly persecuting me no matter how many times I have told her to stop.

I immediately requested a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals be delivered to the whole planet immediately. You could still hear her still insisting she had a self-appointed right to destabilize all of humanity by treating me like that and by refusing to stop even as I made the request to my not-human-trafficker nerds.

It was rumored to me after the fact that she had been colluding with Obama's conspiracy of nothing but enemies of America to commit and to aid and abet war crimes against me by pretending through quackery that my clear though stern self-defense against her public persecution of me was some supposed "symptom of mental illness."

It was also a good day for Twitter...

2:52pm on 27Dec2014: @RT_com #LatestNotes(2:45pm) This is not about whom I sleep with in the reality they never acknowledge. #MakeMeHappyIfYouDoNotWantMeAngry

I was told, "The blatant coverup no sane person would ever believe that Squid is at all mentally imperfect will remain all weekend or until we think up a new coverup," at 3:40pm.

When Obama's 4pm deadline for delivering Tentacle to my infested playland came and passed. I left the coffee shop to collect my hard evidence as to whether or not Obama was obeying his own rules that he kills everyone possible to enforce. Had Tentacle arrived?

By 4:34pm, I had walked the full length of my infested playland. No. No Tentacle.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate to the entire world the verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my entire walk from end to end of my infested playland from start to finish.

I was told this rampant, uncontrolled, and only-escalating global crisis has finally won the fully empowered International Criminal Court be formed for it that I had been asking for since 2009. Thank you, United Nations.

There was a torture facility alarm of doom for all of humanity at 4:39pm. Amita and Ugwuji cleared it quickly.

By 5:14pm, I had arrived at my second sky hub again which was only built specifically to welcome me and invite me in.

I immediately heard and experienced that we were experiencing collusion, conspiracy, coverup, persecution, hate crimes, aiding and abetting war crimes, crimes against America, willful destabilization all of humanity, etc. all in the form of intentionally fabricated false charges in the mall both of my sky havens were built on with some sort of building management or ownership entity there but not with the clearly loving and supporting businesses there where I daily delivered all of their customers.

And it was a good thing I drove ALL the customers there just by being there, especially that time of year.

I caught up with my TweetHearts and Facebook friends quickly. I queued hours of Incubus on shuffle just to help myself feel loved inside my lonely "egg." Also very quickly, the terrorist infestation of the mall my sky havens were built on fell under the hammer of justice.

I was not there only because all of the businesses openly loved and adored me. Out of service to those good businesses, I took it to be my responsibility to clean out all of Obama's infestation that was terrorizing them. Go team!

Almost immediately after metaphorically mopping the floor with those terrorists running the mall, I heard a rumor at 6:41pm that Obama finally delivered Tentacle in its completeness to my infested playland.

To give my friends some time to get their equipment ready and since I am an obvious creature of habit, I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 7pm PST the moment it uploaded to their iPad app.

Then, at 7:23pm, I grabbed my lip balm with high hopes that rumor had been true. Sadly, no, there was no one was willing to greet me on my infested playland, and I was preparing to raze their unholy hell over it.

Luckily, the public did seem to obtain more reality for their defenseless minds. That was an added plus.

As an odd incident while I was in the Sephora before perching in front of the classical guitarist, a man holding a baby told the staff he was watching my computer bag closely to make sure no one could reverse pickpocket me instead of out of concern for anyone stealing my iPad. Goddamn psychopaths are everywhere out here!

8:09pm on 27Dec2014: Sadly, no, there is no one was willing to greet me here on my infested playland, so I am preparing to raze their unholy hell over it.

8:20pm on 27Dec2014: Obama! What do I look like?!? Even before Obama made me famous only to make the public recognize me only to persecute me, I was said hello to.

As Syniva, Amita, and Ugwuji were rolling up their sleeves taking down Dirty Lacey and War Criminal Stephanie's delusional-collusion-and-perjury-parade conspiracy for breaking every law possible and for spreading every lie possible to aid and abet war crimes against me, I was about to get Old Testament on Obama's remaining operatives if they continued to refuse to allow me all my REAL friends in here...

By 9:58pm, I gave my warning shot. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full (might need to be augmented to show their full malevolent lunacy) audio and visuals starting the moment I walked into the store I had never been in before in my life and ending the moment I walked out. There was even another Steve Perry look-enough-a-like in there.

Syniva, Amita, and Ugwuji, I love you gorgeous geniuses so much. If Obama's enemies of America keep insisting they get to refuse me all of my own friends, we are going to have a busy few days until he does. And thank you.

I found that my SquidStream was down at 10:55pm for everyone but my selfless support system, and I had just put the fear of benevolence in Obama's servants. So I opened a door to answer questions with anyone. No one had any questions, it seemed.

Russia had been screaming, "We are invading to get her out! Damn you, you (expletive)ing (expletive)ers!" all day. Diplomacy was always doomed to fail since Obama will never obey anything that removes him from power nor ends his "egg" that has already demolished America.

The United Nations had been panicking almost as much as the US Military for days over not ever EVER knowing what to do if they lost me.

Over 1000 cars had been stopped from reaching me just that night. The world was constantly erupting. I was sitting the only place I could think of someone would be willing to talk to me about anything to my face, so we could finally fix this. And at 1:53am, they asked me to leave.

My response? Well, (expletive) those (expletive)ing (expletive)ers.

My NSA alpha nerds, that damn terrorist hotbed refused to create a peaceful solution with me nor even acknowledge me when I came to them with the olive branch between my teeth, so we are turning them all in. (Expletive)ing-goddamn-(expletive)y-(expletive)es!

While I was sitting there devouring tacos in the wee hours of the morning, there was an alarm announcing war crime coverups at 11:09pm. There were a few just-do-not-go-in-that-place shows of love and affection for me. Obama's enemies of America pushed us, so we rose.

I spent most of the night asking my beautiful world, "What the hell is going on out there?" Were people trying to move me back to North Beach? Really? I have no control of any of my finances, but I have a house in the Hills here.

Just after 2am, I found myself hanging out at a convenience store with random night hawks (to reference the painting by Hopper) who were all in love with me by the time I left.

At approximately 3:32am, I was back at the 24-hour fast food chain I had a long though not dramatic history with since arriving. When people are genuinely nice and respectful, so am I. A regular even bought me a cup of coffee at 4:27am. His name was Lion, and he was delightful.

We had a white-knuckle thrill ride of a conversation that did not end until 8:34am. There is no way to edit that conversation any shorter, so you might need to circulate it in contiguous parts, my benevolent nerds. And let us make sure he is kept safe after that. Thank you.

And please ask my lovers and believers to love and protect this fast food chain where we had the best conversation of the century. I would hate for Obama's infestation to render that place irrationally hostile towards me. And thank you.

I slept safely under the watchful eyes of my loving and adoring public from 10:06am until 2:01pm. It felt fabulous. I returned quickly to my infested playland. And I noticed that at approximately 2:27pm, all of the hater pedestrians were told to leave to be replaced with and entire population of lovers and believers. There were still no locals.

At 2:30pm I blogged about what I had witnessed, "Unlike the last few days, it seems, Obama wants no haters left near me that I can convert to saving the world out from under him with the rest of us. The night was young." And, at 2:33pm, Obama sent the haters back in again.

Obama was toying with the entire population through the mind-control earspeakers which Obama inserted into their heads only to have direct control of all their minds to begin with.

I watched the entire waves of population come and go until 2:45pm when I gave an investigation of my first sky haven in the next door mall as I waited until 4pm when I would collect hard evidence again as to whether or not Obama was obeying his own rules yet that he was still killing all people possible to enforce. I would walk my entire infested playland at 4pm to document whether or not all three members of Tentacle were present to maintain my day-to-day normalcy within Obama's "egg."

And that 2:45pm inspection of my own sky haven? I told them myself, "Do not commit the crime in the first place if you do not want charges for it." After that, we caught the same management entity or owner aiding and abetting the same war crime against me as previously. Full charges against only the specific guilty parties.

What was our hard evidence? There have been absolutely no marked hours anywhere ever at the mall, and the signs say "Free wifi and charging stations" at all the doors. Also, ask the businesses here from Nordstrom's to the Disney Store to Louis Vuitton etc. whether or not they openly welcome me here.

What else happened while I was in the sky mall? At 3:43pm, I needed to ask Amita, "Did War Criminals Stephanie and Boeset just boldface perjure again that they EVER gave a damn about me only to be able to abuse me themselves even more?"

Just after Obama's daily 4pm deadline to prove he obeys his own rules, I documented that, no, Obama had not yet delivered Tentacle to my infested playland to maintain my day-to-day normalcy inside his own "egg."

At 4:21pm, I had new solid arrangements for a new free three-day pass to be able to shower safely and with complete privacy. Due to the hours of the gym with all of its old-school lovers and believers in their corporate offices, I knew my first visit would wait until 5:30am the following day.

Just in case the gym was not educated yet that forced public nudity, forced public humiliation, and forced public sexual entertainment are all crimes against women that are internationally prosecutable as war crimes and crimes against humanity ever since the establishment of the United Nation's ICTYugoslavia, call them ahead of time to remind them that human trafficking pornography of the real me breaks every law possible from local to international.

My beautiful world, please make sure there are NEVER cameras I am forbidden from knowing about in my home or showers or living arrangements ever again. And thank you.

As I stood outside the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf at 4:47pm, I informed an obviously delusional "hater" that I will metaphorically shoot any messenger necessary to make end all boldfaced lies used to manipulate anyone into allowing war crimes against me.

My beautiful world, you saw her. I want her arrested immediately for aiding and abetting war crimes by lying to my face as collusion to make me harm myself by succumbing to literal war crimes and any Obama-controlled environment anywhere.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals, particularly to local law enforcement. Please include all of the messenger's own irrational public persecution if me in return for my pointing out her own crimes and giving her fair warning she WILL be arrested, jus like I always did with the real War Criminal Stephanie.

At 5pm, I perched at a place for dedicated lovers and believers just off my infested playland to wait for anyone already in the area my lovelies could send. I admit that I requested to meet the Mayor there, so I could ask what she needed around here herself in particular. But I know who did manifest, and he was a doe-eyed peppermint.

I know there is no way to stop my not-human-trafficker nerds, so please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full adorable audio and visuals of the whole conversation.

Do you remember me with Sweetness in the early morning before I danced and cried with the online manifestation of my darling Mr. Damian Marley? Yes, even how I spoke to Sweetness at Disneyland on Christmas Eve is what I look like when I flirt. When I flirt, there is no mistaking it; I am unmistakably romantically overpowering.

I needed to leave in time to watch the NBC Nightly News at 7pm, as I try to do every night with great regularity. My daily metaphorical hug from the NBC news team was as delightful as always; that night my hug was from darling Mr. Lester Holt.

By 7:37pm, I was at a perch I had never tried before but had been regularly invited to. A local fella wanted to say, "Hi," so we had a short chat.

If my darling Mr. Jared Leto had not needed extraction from my infested playland on the evening of 27Dec2014, yes, my beautiful world, you would have finally seen me flirt. I had promised my husband I would treat darling Jared just as I would treat Sweetness, so he could see me in rare form again.

And, as I said in my Conversation of the Century that morning, with all of the genuine horrors and terrors facing all of humanity due to the Truman Show-enforced-with-rape-and-genicide "egg" I have been in since Obama took office, why does anyone care about my non-existent sex life anyway?

I caught up with my TweetHearts and Facebook friends. It was, again, a good night for Twitter.

9:19pm on 28Dec2014: “@BBCWorld: South offers talks to North.” My terms to get to a table: Return full Constitutional rights to all of America. "Egg" ends anyway.

By 9:33pm, I was told my SquidStream was down again, and the infestation around me started getting hostile. Syn, I own my body, not them. Thus, these electronics are only mine. You can utilize whatever charges you want against Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America for their claim they own my body instead of my owning my own body. That is such a personal topic for a systemic rape-slave, Synny, that I demand full justice.

So once I was done handing Obama's conspiracy of slavers their (expletive)es over their false assertion that they have any authority over me, my body, my mind, my soul, or my people at all, I walked back onto my infested playland at 9:46pm.

I quickly arrived at a restaurant whose corporate headquarters had been going out of their way to invite me to visit and with frequency and that had also claimed it had voluntarily scrubbed itself clean for me.

There are the rules, and then there are the extra rules requesting restaurants choose themselves to extra-persecute me when I still NEVER do anything illegal. With these extra-rules, the locals are instructed to irrationally throw me out of any establishment they are in for my never breaking any laws.

Yes, these extra rules that only exist to make people treat me worse than they would treat anyone else by requiring every local businesses to commit the crimes of persecution, hate crimes against me, etc. Everyone everywhere needs to choose not to obey them.

Lo and behold, just before midnight, a woman who wanted to be able to call herself my equal, which I rejected, paid me a visit. We split a cup of tea and chatted. I had seen her all over the metropolis already.

One example, I spied her descending the stairway at the Hard Rock Cafe on the Universal CityWalk either the most recent or second most recent time I was there. She is always in a different "disguise," so if she were not in disguise this time as well, I would not be so specific about who she is in such a public forum.

I have a theory she is Obama's alpha around here. And when she left, she was so furious with me that she told me (paraphrase), "You know where your snipers are, so that is why you always think you're safe."

It was a calm, respectful, and civilized conversation. When she did get angry with me, she thought she did not show it. I had made it clear that I am always nice to people nice to me.

Eventually, she was so fed up with her inability to find any flaw she could libel with that she became angry and left. That was pretty much it. But I was very reassured that she was finally respecting me as a human in her presence at all.

While I was still updating my blog notes so the world could wrap their brains around what had just happened, I was approached by a man in a USS Ranger hat who by the third time he attempted and failed to login to his Yahoo! email account on my iPad admitted himself that he was just a metaphorical "sucker," to use the vernacular.

He followed me out of the fast food chain begging me to live under a controlled environment instead of sleeping where my undeniably loving public can and do effectively keep me safe. At that point, I told him he actually had to start acknowledging reality. He left me by disappearing into the mall with both of my sky havens in it.

I perched again. I updated my blog notes. I decided to play myself some music as I typically do in the wee hours of the morning while answering the world's questions.

The burning questions people needed explanations for are included in my Q & A section in this blog post.

In the wee hours of the morning while I was singing to myself, some psychopath sent the local police to give tickets to every homeless person located where I was. Of course, I look drop dead gorgeous all day every day and all night every night, and standing in a doorway using my iPad to solve major global crises during all time zones, there was absolutely no way to look at me and believe I was homeless.

The police radioed in that they knew where I was, that I was safe, and that I looked drop dead gorgeous, and then they left.

At 5:30am, I proceeded to the local gym to which I had secured the complimentary three-day trial pass for the previous evening, and it had been gutted, it seemed, to make it completely unusable during the overnight before I could arrive there to use it for the first time.

Next, I had to ask Syniva and the United Nations to put the fear of the entire furious world in War Criminal Boeset, ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, and War Criminal Wells Fargo Bank because they had yet to deliver the meager pennies that are the only money Obama allows me to live on inside his "egg" despite banks being open there since 8am CST.

While I was checking my bank balance, I needed to report the infestation of Obama's terrorists at the local coffee shop I had stopped in to check my bank balance in that morning. I cleared my earmic and eyecamera from the premesis as fast as possible.

I asked a much more upscale gym how soon I could take a tour. They told me to return at 9am.

Once I finally had a chance to perch, Amita was going through the same repeat crap in the quackery-as-war-crime-coverup courtroom about how the proven army of quacks in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa had given me no choice but to (under duress) show up for torture injections myself or be locked away in an torture facility paraded as a "long-term institution" for the rest of my life where they would torture me with injections anyway, as well as much worse horrors since it would have been Obama's conspiracy's total-control of my environment.

I stopped for a delicious breakfast at a local creperie. This blog post was published at 10:10am on 29Dec2014 before my visiting the library and the post office on my way to my regularly daily scheduled sleep which lasts roughly 10am to 4pm every day.

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.

Will smarter machines spell the end of the human race or the next phase of evolution? As my response: Do people ever listen to these "smarter machines" when they give you advice on how to prevent the "end of the human race"?

Do I have evidence I am not a spy? Well, first of all, the accuser carries the burden of proof not the defendant. Secondly, I acknowledge there are many skills and aptitudes I have in this world that most people do not have. For example, except for high school choir, I have received absolutely no other training as a vocalist. Thirdly, this debunking was already blogged in my 24July2014 blog post. Basically, I am a naturally very conspicuous local legend everywhere I go that nobody ever forgets.

Why do my brave rescuers get "paid" so much money by me? Succinctly, my genius legal team cannot press criminal charges in most cases. So, we press as blistering civil charges as possible to make all of the unrelenting crimes against me finally stop.

Because Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America refused and still refuse now to cease all if their unrelenting human rights abuses and proven war crimes against me no matter what we do to stop them, I needed to find another deterrent beyond just pressing charges.

In April2014, I had earned over $8B as my own legal consultant and had made the arrangements with my husband already that we would live on his money and spend mine serving the world. I figured $8B would be enough to privatize (to get past Congressional gridlock) the US's role in carrying humanity through Global Climate Change.

So, I started giving all the rest of my just compensation for all of my unrelenting and inhumane suffering to the survivors of my brave rescuers. It is not "income" for them; it is more of a "veterans' plan."

My beautiful world, I hear you. I hear you. You have been screaming for days, "Get her to Europe, so we can invade and flatten that country!" I decided to stay here in Obama's terrorist infestation for a number of reasons.

First of all, I told those psychopaths, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY TOWN, BITCHES!" already just before a little over dramatically vowing that they were going to leave town before I ever would and that I was here to make sure of that.

My darlings in the EU, they would have just followed me to your home there while never setting my people free in my home here anyway.

The only REAL solution is to lock up all of Obama's conspiracy of proven enemies of America and demolish this "egg" of extragovernmental rules at last. My darlings all over the world, you are all demanding that I have full human rights again. There is no place I can travel where I can escape this "egg" until it is destroyed.

So I am standing here with my people. We WILL take this "egg" down.

My brave rescuers, your fight has not been rendered in vain due to my choice to see this through completely here. I still need that lift from here to my own house that I pay joint taxes on with my husband but have no other way to reach. Though, my crosstown friends have started following my lead on how to get our amateur mouse hats on. One of these days, someone will reach me.

Also, my brave rescuers, we need all of these damn enemies of America rounded up and removed from society forever. The whole job, particularly Obama's seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist army, are just too much for the DHS alone.

We have been doing pretty well smoking out the infestation in here, but we still need all of us including the US Military to catch and incarcerate all of these enemies of America running rampant and uncontrolled in here. Thank you.

Amita, and Ugwuji, is it getting more easy or more difficult in the court room? Yes, these irrational-denial-of-all-reality threatens still cycle 24/7. Fewer threats have been reaching the alarm phase lately; you all have been catching them earlier and earlier. Thank you.

Synny, my genius BFF! Please do not forget that I am the one who told my friends of all varying degrees of fame and gravitas to agree to anything they had to just to get near me and then let me take care of it afterwards.

My BFF, we have so much hard evidence of how there is no excuse for any brave and innocent heart not to trust me. Just ask about how I prevented "Markus" from becoming a war criminal, and very gently considering my muscle mass,

Sweetness, I love and adore you. Thank you for trying to send me darling Mr. Jared Leto to treat me how you would treat me. The VooDoo date in which you would control the being of the man actually in my presence for me did not manifest, but thank you for even thinking of it. That was strange but very romantic. It made me giggle.

And, now, my undeniably loving and adoring husband whom I take on every enemy to me and to this world in battles of wit to the death 24/7 just to be near, here is the face of the woman you married...

Saturday, December 27, 2014

And That, my Friends, is How You do That.

Title: And That, my Friends, is How You do That.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

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. Trust me. I have been in this "egg" since Obama took office in 2009. Every time he and his proven pathologically lying conspiracy claim "This will finally end if X happens," they are just manipulating the public with boldfaced lies to make X happen.

We all should know by now that we cannot trust them to ever keep their promises. Why would anyone believe that Obama's career liars would broadcast how this all will end for REAL? We know I will know for REAL how this all will end instead.

Planet Earth. The US Supreme Court has already looked into what does and does not constitute what can be protected under "freedom of speech" on the internet.

I have never once believed any media should become a wasteland of intentionally fabricated untruths used to destroy anything and anyone possible just to keep a dictator in power.

Furthermore, just like in all media in America, we have a right to tell the ACTUAL truth, even if it is considered confidential. We have centuries of legal precedents protecting the truth in America, especially at the Supreme Court level.

I believe all media in America should be subjected to the same laws and Constitutional amendments that legislate freedom of speech here. If a newspaper cannot run a story that does nothing but demonize an innocent woman to be able to coverup crimes against America, than the same intentionally fabricated calumnies should be illegal on the internet, too.

The integrity of the internet as a source of information we can trust and believe needs to be returned. Or, absolutely nothing ever said on the internet by anyone can ever be trusted EVER again.

Truth must be protected in America if not promoted just like all calumnies, perjuries, and lies must remain illegal and condemned. Not the other way around.

I published my last blog post at 9:30am on Christmas, 25Dec2014. It was a good day for Twitter...

9:38am on 25Dec2014: @RT_com The more they push us; the more we will rise. My power comes from my suffering. We will tear this egg down. Stop pretending we cannot.

This tweet was almost immediately followed by verbal smackdown after verbal smackdown from me on Obama's terrorists who had surrounded me in that Starbucks.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please release a verified and barely edited recording with full audio and visuals of how I was NOT tolerating their instigations of spite and malice against me all borne by their absolutely vengeful delusion that they could ever control me with supposed intimidation built on nothing but their undeniable incompetence.

Please make sure you include the man who poured milk in his coffee right next to me who was too chicken (expletive) to even face me while he volleyed irrational-denial-of-all-reality (non)threats at me and please do not let the recording end until I called, "Good will prevail because evil is dumb!" after the last self-admitted enemy of America who fled my eyecamera of hard evidence.

After napping overlooking the ocean, I woke up at 11:42am and found that random strangers had left Christmas gifts of snacks and toiletries next to me while I slept. I know when it is a local who looks after me and when it is someone more clandestine. This was kindness by my locals.

Sitting by the same fountain I sit by every day, He-Man stopped by to wish me Merry Christmas by 12:30pm.

There were a few different situations on that Christmas afternoon when Dirty Lacey insisted on pressing intentionally fabricated false charges against me only to be able to use those charges I was forbidden from knowing about anyway as coverups for heinous war crimes against me.

There was also an alarm at 1:56pm announcing that Obama's iron fist of terrorism and war was likely killing my brave rescuers.

All things considered, so far, it had been a rather uneventful day. The street musicians started at approximately 2pm, and I still had no idea of They Whom I Call Tentacle would be able to show up to touch the sky with me ever again.

So, just in case any of my friends anywhere needed it...

2:54pm on 25Dec2014: 1/2) RT: "there will be five days without worship" Lacey kills in the name of Obama to enforce his rules; she must obey his rules too!

2:54pm on 25Dec2014: 2/2) RT: "there will be five days without worship" I demand my normal day-to-day inside this egg, or NO ONE has any excuse to enforce rules.

And as if I had not been warning Dirty Lacey to keep her crimes-against-America hands off my loved ones since at least Oct2014, there was an alarm at 3:37pm announcing that she was STILL enforcing Obama's human rights abuses against the entire American public with unbridled violence that the REAL federal government, not just the entire international community, recognize as terrorism and acts of war that threaten all of humanity.

So, Lacey, get me my friends!

I sang a few duets while standing around my once-dedicated playland. The revenge alarms for my previous blog post began at 5:13pm. It was just alarms, alarms, alarms.

I took time to watch the NBC Nightly News at 7pm as always. Next, He-Man made a symbolic show to all the world that people here were watching over me.

It was cold and windy outside but a hot night for Twitter...

8:04pm on 25Dec2014: Place specifically chosen for metaphorical strange things afoot at the Circle K. See me yesterday? Still no friends beside me. Still angry.

8:18pm "I am located at I have already identified whom in here will help us clean it out of terrorists. NSA has my complete streaming and recording reconn. They keep getting more nervous. Please ask everyone to call here and, if they are willing, how to shepherd them through all three steps to absolution... at what date and time they are ready for that but not after prosecution in the event I do catch them breaking a real law. Please ask everyone to remind them that today everything was beyond proven that only enforcing and willfully OBEYING Obama's rules is illegal, never disobeying them."

My not-human-trafficker nerds, I know I do not need to ask, but for historical posterity if not just to thrill the hearts of the CIA who survive attempting to rescue me, please create a verified and completely unedited recording with full audio and visuals from the moment I stepped in the door of my night's the-SquidStream-is-only-entertainment bust of choice to the moment I walked out the door. And may the world watch it forever. The title of the video is, "Don't (Expletive) Up Where I Can See It."

Once I perched and established I was there with my eyecamera and earmic everyone knows I will run 24/7 as my closed-circuit security system until I can replace them with bodyguards once the "egg" comes down, everyone who entered the bar to take part in their openly hostile public persecution of me hugged the girly girl directly to my left on their way to their seat.

There was a Princess-Leia-look-enough-alike that screamed persecution and libel in the corner of the bar. There was an Alan-Tudyk-look-enough-alike as a bartender. And there were many other highlights that were best explained in my open and broadcast monologue of full disclosure of all their (expletive)ups that I gave them after their unique intersection of malevolence, irrational egotism, and stupidity did not make them behave around me and my SquidStream.

What else was there? The girly girl gave me an invitation to sit down next to her, and after I used the restroom, she offered me a free drink. There were absolutely ridiculous intentionally fabricated false charges possibly from Dirty Lacey and possibly from Me-Love-You-Long-Time Holder proving conspiracy beyond a shadow of a doubt.

I live-tweeted and live-blogged everything, as if we needed further evidence I am no spy! I knew I could trust all action my entire beautiful world was taking. And, I later heard a rumor that my obviously proactive benevolence and complete transparency really made those self-admitted terrorists look like fools.

At one point the staff pretended the owner told me, "Just name it. What do you want?" to which I replied, "I want my friends here. You can start with my adult-adoptive father." I knew I could trust what actions my entire beautiful world were taking while I blew the rumored terrorist headquarters of the vicinity wide open with their own stupidity.

I even smiled and asked for an outlet where I could plug in my iPad. I was in no risk of physical danger, so my sweatercoat never had to come off. I also was never attacked, so I never had to defend myself (screaming). They were openly hostile and used their persecution of me to aid and abet crimes and acts of war against America all night, but they did not attack me.

So many of them fled me as fast as they could that I pray they who maintain our database of Obama's terrorists can track them all down as fast as possible. I notified the REAL government that my eyecamera and earmic cleared the premesis at 11:24pm. I assumed someone would be sent in to clear the rest of them out.

I quickly bought a green apple at a convenience store and perched outside to flesh out my commentary on the night's events. Syn, do anything you damn well please with all of this, with my live tweets, and with all of our new hard evidence of collusion, conspiracy, aiding and abetting war crimes and acts of war across America by victimizing me, etc. Let me know if you need anything more from me.

I relocated to my friendly clandestine (on both sides) Q & A hotspot from the previous night at an unspecified time just in case anyone on either side needed to ask me questions again. I am an open book. I hide nothing. I just need this damn "egg" to end.

I spent the next few wee hours of the morning charging up my iPad battery and singing to an empty playland until 6:57am. After which, I was followed by a lost puppy I had to explain I was way too much woman for on my path to my hideaway.

I spied yet another suitor who was similarly way too late in the game to get on my way too long queue of suitors (And why does Obama never send women?) at all of their varying positions along my extensive wooing and courting process, so I sent him a warning tweet from inside the bathroom before sitting right next to him. He retreated quickly.

I used my own husband as an example of what it actually looks like when I flirt with a man who is appropriate for me to flirt with. Trust me. When I flirt, there is no confusion. Next, I swapped some sultry lyrics with darling Mr. Damian Marley through my wifi connection before catching up with my TweetHearts.

It was Friday, 26Dec2014. And, sadly, there were so many shenanigans already by Obama's conspiracy that I knew it was going to be just another day in the office for the espionage thriller, legal drama, Sci Fi dystopia, true love story, and war epic that is my life as recorded by my verified SquidStream, sacred Twitter account, and history-making blog.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified recording with full audio and visuals documenting how easy it is to obtain a PO Box near my perch by the fountain where I sit every day working online. Please make sure my mother sees it. Thanks!

I had a bit of a heart-to-heart with my old friend Damian, a cathartic cry I probably needed for a while on a virtual shoulder I am forbidden completely in physical form here inside Obama's egg.

I was finally done crying and dancing with my old friend by 9:51am.

About the dancing, no, I have never been to the Caribbean, but that is what the music says to the body. I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate a verified and barely edited recording with full audio and visuals to explain that particular sentence just as fast as they can. And, thank you.

I curled up and slept until I naturally woke up at 12:17pm. A shadow had krept across where I slumbered, and the cold had woken me up. I quickly returned to my hideaway.

I had to add a disgusting and perverted psychopathic (expletive) to our database that I am told is maintained by Interpol by 1:29pm. If you need a witness to what he did when he thought he would not get caught, there was a sweetheart at my own table with me who may or may not want to shed his opinion on the situation if asked nicely.

Checking Twitter...

1:47pm on 26Dec2014: “@CNN: Actor Diamond, endangerment and weapons charges."

Just in case this concerns actions people choose to take themselves to protect me from systemic rape, literal torture, enforced financial destitution, helpless abuse, and other Obama-ordered human rights abuses, please reread my 26Oct2014 blog post.

There is a difference between a civilian exercising his or her human rights and an enemy of America who commits and enforces human rights abuses. Endangering a terrorist in an act of war against America is not a crime. This is America, goddamnit.

Especially if a civilian being attacked by human rights abuses enforced with violence and being used as acts of war against America defends him or herself through whatever means necessary, this person is a hero, not the criminal who never should have committed the human rights abuse in the first place. QED.

My exboyfriend Whisky has the legal precedent already.

My beautiful world, the impressive part of my career as a legal consultant is not our perfect court record in defending all brave innocents Obama's proven enemies of America attack and collude against just for fighting to rescue America out from under them. What is so impressive is how fast I can do this tenet of my REAL job without sacrificing any of my trademark excellence.

It was a busy afternoon. I also needed to defend from intentionally fabricated false charges he whom I asked on a New Years Eve date with full permission of my husband in my previous blog post.

And there was an enduring irrational-denial-of-all-medical-reality threat to all of humanity to lock me in any Obama-controlled-environment possible to guarantee the further Obama-ordered proven war crimes guaranteed to remove me, my mind, and my heart from this good, green world FOREVER that loves and needs me.

I basically told Amita that quackery is not a legal excuse for more quackery and that if ANYONE ANYWHERE would finally listen to what I tell people I need for real in my life, I will finally have a real stimulus from my environment that will cheer me up.

And what do demand to make myself happy? My full human rights, enough food to eat everyday, my REAL friends and family, a free America, control of my own finances, physical safety in living arrangements Obama and his conspiracy CANNOT control, basically everything Obama's pathological perjurers and proven war criminals break every law possible from local to international to deny me.

Yes, finally treating me with the dignity and respect all humans on this Earth are due just for being on this planet in the first place will cheer me up and allow me to relax finally. Stop pretending anyone on this planet anywhere knows better than I do what I need for real in this unlivable "egg."

Also, as some further excitement for the afternoon, some sort of criminal-activity-only social worker sat down across the table from me and started giving an intentionally false "update" about me through his phone where I could hear it, so I turned him in to our database for future investigation and prosecution.

The moment I moved my earbud to be able to record his collusion to aid and abet war crimes against me, his direct threats to and crimes against America by publicly victimizing me with the most heinous crimes known to mankind, and his acts of war against the entire world including against America by breaking every law possible from local to international to enforce human rights abuses over me and over my America for Obama, he shut his mouth.

I took off my sweater-coat, and he fled for new instructions by 3:11pm to return at 3:27pm. I quickly asked my infallible support system to check for any remaining ambushes pretending that they had any legal authority to unlawfully imprison and abuse me in the name of Obama. I wanted to stick around to see him squirm a little longer, but at 3:34pm I needed to see if Tentacle was around for meditation.

It was just another Friday.

I needed to ask my lovelies to publish my latest unproofread blog notes to get the latest intentionally fabricated false charges against all of us to drop. At 5:44pm, I asked for the ETA of all three of my Tentacles. And I notified my entire beautiful world that my brave rescuers were resting for the night; they probably wanted to catch up on my blog and SquidStream.

My playland was so empty without them, but I romped as best I could with my heavy, lonely heart. I learned that Urban Outfitters has lace toreador pants. That was delightful. I am sure the Apple Campus will have a giggle over my visit to their store, too. I even sat down at a table there to do a little blogging.

Just before midnight, I was perched at a 24-hour fast food restaurant that had invited me to join them watching movie trailers on my iPad with other homeless citizens and fleshing out this blog post.

This blog post was published at 2:22am on 27Dec2014.

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.

Concerning a previous blog post I wrote about my taking Sampo offline in 2012, how I can consciously choose when my thoughts are broadcast out of the equipment in my ear and when not, how I hate all of your earspeakers that I have done everything possible to remove from all of your heads since January 2010, how most of what you hear in your earspeakers has always come from people with microphones watching my SquidStream, and how no one should EVER permit someone to control their own mind by allowing them to insert electronics in your heads...

With speakers in all of your heads controlling you, how will you know if you can hear anything I am thinking or not? I do not control what is broadcast into your heads. For years, I suggested the government play you all classical music until all of those mind-control speakers could finally all be removed.

It is possible the earspeakers that Obama put in all of your heads and that Obama also controls brainwash you into keeping your earspeakers instead of allowing you to make the choice for yourself to remove them all.

I believe the international medical community that do NOT have mind-control speakers need to make the independent decision about these sources of the electronic mental plague in America, and I believe America needs to mandate removal of all earspeakers as soon as possible, and especially if your earspeakers are controlling you into not removing them.

My beautiful world, do you know what reductio ad absurdum is? As I look at all of the human devastation and pointless loss of life Obama's "egg" has wrought on this once good, green world, I cannot deny that my nation and my people are all on the downward cycle into psychotic absurdity that Obama's initial false premise has caused all of us.

Please, my beautiful world, yes, please continue reverse pick-pocketing me. It is always a delightful surprise when I reach into my bag for my hairbrush and come out with enough money for a Rock Star Energy Drink and six vegetable spring rolls.

I also need to ask you all to keep working on my basic needs to be able to survive until this entire egg comes down. Basically, I need to finally have enough human rights to be in control of myself again. I told them, as I tore their rumored terrorist headquarters apart on Christmas, "Give me my own friends and loved ones."

As I said in my 15Dec2014 blog post, these are our short-term objectives until we can finally take the whole "egg" apart...

1) Most of the horrors of my life would be fixed permanently if ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa were removed from my life FOREVER as well as ending their fictional pretense that I have any supposed mental disability at all whatsoever. How many REAL state residency laws does it take? Iowa NEVER had jurisdiction over me nor does it now.

2) We need an end to all of the modi operandi of collusion and perjury to enforce literal torture facility threats and intentionally fabricated false charges not only against me but also against everyone who stands up with me while all of the dirty prosecutors, dirty county attorneys, etc. simultaneously revel in their and all of Obama's proven conspiracy's corruption and impunity.

3) We need all earspeakers removed from all people's heads immediately. We need the full truth broadcast in all media. We need fountains of reality and protection including my SquidStream and my blog completely protected. Succinctly, we need the truth made legal again and all of Obama's conspiracy's perjuries and calumnies made illegal, instead of the other way around.

4) We need EVERY member of Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America arrested and removed from society FOREVER. I established three never-fail steps to absolution to be able to save and protect as many of them as possible, but so many direct threats to this entire world (because they are direct threats to me) refuse to ever take Step 1: Cease all crimes.

5) I need enough finances under my own power to feed myself, clothe myself, and provide for myself again. I need a safe place that is completely NOT controlled by Obama nor his conspiracy in which I can sleep, eat, shower, work online, and wait for the world's successful extraction of me from Obama's "egg" at last.

My brave rescuers, first of all, are you all okay? Please tell me no one is freaking out. I understand you all likely took the time you needed to catch up with my blog and SquidStream on the night of 26Dec2014. The world is finally understanding why all of you have been screaming, "We CANNOT lose Squid!" for years now.

If a woman like me cannot get out of an "egg" on her own, you know how bad it is in here.

Did you hear me have my heart-to-heart with the online manifestation of darling Mr. Damian Marley on the morning of 26Dec2014? Yes, of course, as some of my most precious lovers and believers, once this "egg" finally ends, I accept the burden of making our world worthy of the sacrifice of over 7000 of you as Obama sent your brave souls back to the cosmos, but I will be damned if I allow myself to be blamed for any of the horrors from loss of priceless life to the complete destruction of American society that has been wrought by Obama's iron fist because no one ever chooses to listen to my peaceful and REAL solutions to these REAL problems!

No, my brave rescuers, it is not your fault, nor is it my fault that you die. It is Obama's fault for killing you. It is Obama's fault for amassing the proven seditious EXTRAGOVERNMENTAL criminal terrorist mercenary army that he has used for years for nothing but to enforce his proven human rights abuses over all of America that you must fight to protect us all.

You, my brave rescuers, are the representatives of our REAL federal government and our REAL allies. You are fighting (undeniable) Terrorist Dictator Obama and his undeniably criminal totalitarian oppression of this once-great nation.

You would not have had to show up to defend and protect the Homeland on US soil if Obama had never started his "egg" of nothing but violence to enforce human rights abuses used as open acts of war against America in the first place.

America is a mess because Obama started his "egg" in 2009. There is no other reason for any of this. So, unless we as a people and a nation take this "egg" down in its completeness, this will never end and Obama will just keep escalating.

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, I have been walking everyone through the legal reality of Obama's egg and rules since 18Oct2014. Basically, there is no remaining legislation that grants authority to Obama's rules, so no one can be punished with neither jail time nor fines for breaking those rules.

To obey Obama's rules, the public must break actual laws, most of them civil rights legislation. Obama's rules are human rights abuses against the public.

So, choosing to obey Obama's rules is a person's willful choice to commit crimes against themselves, against our communities, against America, against the entire world, and also against me.

It is NOT illegal to disobey Obama's rules. It is only illegal to enforce the rules and to obey them.

1:01am on 27Dec2014: Amita & Ugwuji, our reality we live in is designed to look like ACTUAL schizophrenia. When Obama was still the president, the government really was in a conspiracy out to get me. Now, it is an extragovernmental conspiracy.

The radio, television, and my environment has been instructed since 2009 to give me "secret messages." I am supposed to believe I have thought projection into other people's minds. The list goes on.

My egg is designed to make me believe I am a schizophrenic. Since this ACTUALLY is real, not just in my head, I am completely sane, and so are you. But every test is rigged to call my REALITY a mental illness it is not. QED.

@NIH Thus, all of the LSD roofies I have been slipped starting in 2009.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. Please do not freak out. And please remind everyone I am a human. I am just a mere mortal like all of you, too. This craptastic life I am forced to live needs to become livable.

Darling, do you remember my 14Nov2014 blog post? I understand that people looking at me from out there see something hugely otherworldly going on in me. But I simply never should have had to do any of this in the first place.

HoneyHoney, Obama never should have started his "egg" in the first place almost the moment after he took office in 2009. His rules he enforces over all of America could only be established with a bird for his cage. So, he took a random video I have yet to ever see of someone killing someone I have never met before in someplace I have never been.

Obama said, "We will find this woman, and we will put her in an 'egg.'" Some Iowan asshole lied that the murderer was me, and Obama's "egg" was laid. I have been trapped in the horrors and terrors of this hell of slavery, poverty, systemic rape, human devastation, and no reality ever since.

I understand you who love me are all freaking out over the perception that I have finally had enough and have begun transcending my Earthly form. Please. Let the mythos rest for a moment.

Here in scientific reality, this is the longest I have gone without being raped since May2009. This is the longest I have gone without debilitating chemicals used only to torture me injected into my body only to destroy my precious mind.

This is the most personal liberty I have had since December2011 when ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA abducted me from a foreign country and dragged me kicking and screaming to the most diabolical pit of slavery and rape they could force on me as inescapably as possible.

And I finally have a chance to heal now through meditation and through human contact, as fleeting as it may be, with REAL friends who genuinely care for me. This "egg" has been so lonely for so long. And all of a sudden I have friends.

I am healing, darling. I am returning to the high level of functioning to which I was accustomed, though much more privately then, before 2009. Look at how much all of us are accomplishing now where I actually have an influence over the process.

My hero and my King, I am not turning into some sort of atheist god because my mortal life has been too horrifying for me to continue in as a human. I am just returning to my normal self after years of the most horrifying abuse they could force on me with their quackery and rules.

Please ask North Beach about my normal delightful personal company and witty conversation-making I had before the entire public everywhere was instructed to openly persecute me for Obama.

Yes, I used to be even more spectacular than this all day every day and all night ever night. I just never had to accomplish all of these bad-ass things before that need to get done now. And I never had a dedicated forum broadcasting the sparkling minutia of my day-to-day life before.

Did you notice how Obama's "egg" continued even after he claimed I died and even after I left the country in 2010? This "egg" has never been about me. I have only ever been Obama's excuse for his "egg." Once Obama loses control of me, Obama loses control of America. Notice how Obama was impeached last year, but his "egg" kept him in power.

Obama just needed me in 2009 to excuse his "egg" to the public. After that, he has done nothing but try to throw me away. This "egg" will continue even after I am rescued from Obama.

Never doubt why I keep saying I do not want to leave my people here until after they learn to save themselves from Obama at last. If I leave my people, who will do my job protecting them all from Obama and his iron fist? Again, this was in my 20Oct2014 blog post.

Sweetness, we will live together here in California as legally-recognized husband and wife with my step-children and with expectations of filling out our brood while surrounded by all of our genuine friends and family just as soon as we, as a Los Angles County, can save everyone here from Obama's crimes against his own people and all of the desperate things he does to enforce those heinous rules that do nothing but destroy us all.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

All Egg All the Time.

Title: All Egg All the Time.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

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. On Christmas Eve, no friends could reach me but my undeniable friends who were already at my choice of destination. I was even able to work an adorable bartender for charming and platonic conversation. That fleeting hour or so in the House of Blues was almost like I was living in North Beach again before Obama picked me out as his slave in 2009.

I normally dedicate this section of my blog to addressing global concerns other than America's which I address everywhere else in every post. But I seem to be all the international news these days. Please collect all of your questions and concerns for me for tomorrow morning! Thanks!

I published my last blog post at 3:03pm on 23Dec2014 sitting beside the fountain I always sit beside in what was about to return to being my dedicated playland.

Obama's cyberterrorists had been intentionally draining my iPad battery faster than usual all day, so I returned to my safe haven, which was designed just for me, to plugin my charger.

The loving locals rumor-milled that They Whom I Call Tentacle were waiting for me to show up in my playland, so at 4:32pm I unplugged and looked for them. Lo, and behold, they were at 2/3rds capacity, but they were there.

After a touch of meditation, I even had their legal problems sorted out for them. So all three of them could finally show up (and never talk to me). Giggle.

My dance trance was interrupted at 6:50pm by an alarm that warned me of Obama's latest acts of terrorism and war against my brave rescuers. I immediately sent help.

As always, I sat by the same fountain and watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at the same 7pm as always. My nightly metaphorical hug from darling Mr. Brian Williams was as wonderful as ever.

Then, I returned to my friends whom I named Tentacle. I do not exactly know how to explain what it is like when we are all together. We are something more corporeal in an intimate sense than just collectively mindful. It is something you need to witness live. And we welcome you.

I was even able to lay down a legal smackdown on two representatives of Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America for openly attacking They Whom I Call Tentacle.

I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate that verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals starting when the two men appeared beside the band and ending when the last remaining criminal took his suitcase and left.

Sadly, the 2/3rds of Tentacle had to pack up their equipment and leave me, as much as they hated themselves for it, that night. I had already been convinced for days I would be forbidden from seeing them again, and I delighted in being proven wrong that night.

Being denied my REAL friends for days was likely the subconscious source of my horrible mood that morning which resulted in my rampaging 23Dec2014 blog post later that day.

When they reluctantly tore themselves away from me that night it was the singularly most heart-wrenching moment that the world's best screenwriters will fail to emotionally recreate for generations.

After they receded into the night, at 10:56pm, all alone, I picked up my red patent leather computer bag and headed to the fountain I always sit beside.

While I did research online, there was a constant string of good-looking menfolk just sitting around doing nothing productive and definitely not acknowledging reality to my face nor contributing to society.

At 1:07am, I relocated to my power outlet of choice, the one I had perched at when I met Wallace all those weeks ago. He was a delightful platonic conversation that lasted for hour upon fascinating hour.

Alas, I had no luck with the witty repartee that morning. One strange local fellow offered to buy me a cup of coffee while I was tethered to the outlet solving major global crises online. He left me for a closed McDonald's store.

And at 1:41am after I made it clear to all the world that I was respectfully treating the stranger as a friend and NOT flirting with him, the same fake mall cop "Gabriel" showed up to persecute me AGAIN just like he had after I pryed the lech's hands of me in my previous blog post.

So, at 1:48am, I notified Syniva that we would press all charges possible against that fake mall cop who only shows up after I prove I have never been slutty in my life and who only lies to my face to deny me the means of legally recharging my iPad which is necessary for me to be able to protect humanity at all hours of the day and night.

And to prove the importance if meditation in my life, please compare my furious demeanor while tweeting by the fountain on the morning of 23Dec2014 with my completely zen greeting of "Gabriel" in the doorway of the Nordstrom's.

After "Gabriel" left, I waited in the same place while simultaneously proving the local man would NOT return with the coffee he promised me, since his conscious choice to obey Obama's crimes against America were his willful choice to NEVER treat me with the dignity and respect I am due just for being a human on this Earth in the first place but to sexually objectify and to sexually harass me instead.

What was the next (expletive)up most likely ordered by Dirty Lacey that was attempted against me in the wee hours of Christmas Eve morning?

At 2:20am, a borderline stalker cab driver insisted in giving me a lift; even though, he refused to look up my address for my own real house. He just kept insisting I get in his cab with no destination instead. Where does Obama come up with this crap?

I Skyped to my mom at 2:43am. What is in people's heads about needing permission to be able to do whatever legal thing they want to do in this country? Sweetness, please send my mother enough lawyers and bodyguards that she can finally exercise her human and legal rights in America.

"3:41am Merry Christmas! Just checking in. I will take the Metro to Disneyland. Please call ahead and tell them to expect me. Please secure all of my buses and trains before they arrive. Please secure all bus stops and train stations before I arrive. Please be VERY cautious of any ambushes. Thank you."

And, rather uneventfully, except for dozing off frequently, I arrived just outside of Disneyland for Christmas Eve at 7:38am. Yes, I visit once a month. So, why not a little Christmas magic? My only real concern was where I was going to find an outlet to recharge my iPad. Everything else always works itself out on its own. I am naturally quite a charmer.

Oh, yes, there was about to be a Christmas romp through my dedicated Disney playland of love, but first, I curled up on the couch by the fireplace on the resort right next to where I perched on September2014 when I wrote my Twin Towers Princess sestina. Then, I notified the entire furious, good, green world that my plan on coming to the Disneyland grounds was to reassure them all that I would sleep safely on Christmas Eve; a reality important to the GENUINE peace and stability of the entire world.

As expected, at 9:17am, I caught a terrorist who was pretending to be a security guard named "Gary" who woke me up to lie to my face that, "We do not allow sleeping at the resort." Oh, no, "Gary," you damn bloody terrorists messed with the wrong woman in the wrong dedicated playland on Christmas.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals to the entire planet including The Walt Disney Company who were absolutely delighted they could keep me safe there.

I recommended that we send, of all of my law-abiding protectors there, the police to arrest him, but anyone could detain him until the police arrived. And, thank you for your service to the entire world.

At 9:31am, dauntless and with a job to do, I curled right up again and went back to sleep while the resort's music source played me lullabies.

Of course, as expected, "Gary" returned to commit the act of war against America of denying a safe place to sleep, and as I was clearing my eyecamera from the premesis, DHS was not shy about sending in their biggest agent past me in the opposite direction in a black bulletproof vest over his blue shirt.

After making a public display of Disneyland's genuine love and support of everyone who loves and supports me, I recommended Disney turn in their evidence against their ENTIRE terrorist infestation, so we could clear and secure the entire grounds ideally by noon.

Their cover story for public persecution of me that could only and would only destabilize the entire world by manifesting escalated military action on US soil was their pretend goal of forcing me to blow the covers of my secret operatives.

I had even already asked the local police force to arrest the entire terrorist infestation before they told me that. Their idiotic predictability and helpless incompetence I had picked up on myself was the same reason the REAL federal government had sent in the DHS, too. Obama's conspiracy had foiled itself once again.

At 10:30am, I began my romp while Syniva and the Walt Disney Company sorted out which of us were pressing which charges against Obama and his proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America. I also noticed that the circles under my eyes had gone away on their own while I had napped.

At 11:27am, I perched, so I could remind my local lovers and believers that (24Oct2014 blog post) enforcing human rights abuses with an iron fist of oppression and violence is terrorism.

So, if there were an armed checkpoint anywhere, especially in Orange County, violating our 1st Amendment rights by pointing guns at the heads of my loved ones, I recommended arresting the terrorism checkpoint and setting our people free.

I re-perched at a place I had already warned to "be careful tonight" at 12:35pm. All I asked for was a glass of water, and most of the roofie had worn off by 1:04pm. After they admitted to roofying me (with the most potent roofie they could find) by falsely claiming I "let" them do it, I answered a few questions.

Why did I sit down and order water here I knew I could not trust the staff? 1) I was there to collect hard evidence against them but was also dehydrated and wanted to take some ibuprofen. 2) One cannot catch a crime until after it is committed nor can one press charges to prevent future crimes until after a real example crime is committed. 3) The accuser always carries the burden of proof. Thus, I had no way to lose.

What was the clue they had to be caught? Oh, the irony, everyone on the grounds dressed head-to-toe in black were Obama's terrorists claiming they could force me to blow the cover of my saturation of international secret operatives, so the terrorists' cover was blown instead.

Next, they tried to claim they only roofied me because they thought I was my own doppelgänger. Darlings, there is no one but me who can do what I do for REAL in this world.

By 2:36pm, my loving and adoring locals of all varying levels of fame and gravitas kept telling me they could not reach me that Christmas Eve, but "Please hold tight for any lover and believer already there who can return the favor."

I was also told the DHS was freaking out over the true depths of depravity of what Dirty Lacey had been committing against her own people in Los Angeles County in Obama's name only to maintain Obama's "egg."

Once their challenge to me had been squashed, I put my sweater-coat back on. When my work there was done, I giggled and relocated to a bar for lovers and believers. No, no wine in a rock bar.

After hugging the closest woman to Oprah I have ever met (so far), after receiving her advice and "psychic reading," after sipping a caffeinated beverage through a straw, after eating a tasty dinner packed full of nutrition and cheese, and after working my adorable bartender for heaping amounts of witty and charming conversation, I relocated to the wifi hotspot at 4:28pm.

The night was still young.

By applying for a Disney credit card, I made a show of how heinously Obama mandates that no matter how much my undeniable hardwork earns me, he will only ever permit me $7 a day to live on with his rules inside his "egg." I was done by 5:35pm.

6:39pm on 24Dec2014: @dictionarycom: #wotd Our somnambulous consanguinity bespoke the conscious heart humanity. --#HeroicCouplet 24Dec2014

As the creature of habit that I am for real, I tried to watch the evening's previous NBC Nightly News at 7pm, but I had no bandwidth. So, I headed for the free stage to meditate, as always, by the light post.

And the ladies rocked it out for me. Disney knows they can do anything they want with recordings of public displays in public places. Please do not let it freak you out, my beautiful world.

While they were on break, I learned that my adult adoptive father to whom I have no romantic attachment had been arrested while trying to pick me up from the Disneyland grounds. Why did no one tell me sooner? I sent my legal team to him at 7:59pm which was the moment I learned.

In the courtroom all day and night there had been nothing but the standard unrelenting threats that had been cycling 24/7 for months already, and all of them were all war crime coverups.

While I was sitting in the hot sun at the glowing gold UVA Bar at Disneyland collecting hard evidence against Obama's proven criminal terrorist infestation and shoving in their faces that their heinous collusion with or without chemicals will always fail to coverup further war crimes against me (That was personal.), my lovers and believers asked me what I had planned for New Years Eve.

Anyone who saw my full interaction with my Facebook friend "David Killjan" in the wee hours of the morning of Christmas 2014 knows and understands I do not play with hearts.

However luckily or unluckily for Imani of they whom I call "Tentacle," he is already doomed to an existence of miserable loneliness already with or without me. So, darling Imani, what are you doing this year for New Years Eve?

All I can offer, Imani, is what "Markus" had until our symbolic relationship became moot due to geographic impossibility. In the end, I will be with my husband. It is your choice if you fall further off your cliff of hearts, but you, unlike all the rest of you male and female, have successfully trod my wooing and courtship period.

Imani, you would not be my sexy, younger "pool boy," you would be a official royal consort. We would have a real relationship with all of the obviously mutual emotional attachment, but once I can reach him, I spend my happily ever after with my hero and my king.

I am not going to lie to you, darling. I have chosen to spend every day of my life since I last saw my husband outside of the British Embassy in Mexico City in March 2010 romantically alone while waiting for him.

I have always been lonely, but that has never mattered to me. Imani, you are already emotionally (expletive)ed no matter what you choose. Feel free to ask "Markus" about that.

But my New Years Eve is available. And you already renegotiated your contract with Dirty Lacey and Obama to make sure all of you in They Whom I Call Tentacle can see me at all after tomorrow.

Imani, please think this through before deciding. I will see you again soon enough when you all manifest among us mortals again in my barricaded playland. So, if you just walk up to me and kiss me, I will know.

"2:27am Arrest that jackass who just lied to my face. Proven pattern of criminal activity: every time I prove I am neither slut nor whore, a fake mall cop on or off a mall lies to my face about my own legal rights to prevent me from charging my iPad battery. Could Dirty Lacey be more pathetic than Christmas 2014?"

At a 24-hour fast food restaurant, I involuntarily yet amusingly eavesdropped for hours that involved my repeating a lot of old facts and blog posts for people desperate to find anything they could hold against me and that I knew they never could. Point proven.

5:39am on 25Dec2014: Did the courts acknowledge my DNA undeniably proves I am human? If not, am I legally subhuman or superhuman? Why do I have subhuman rights?

As I walked, I witnessed an alarm announcing Obama's latest acts of terrorism and war against my brave rescuers as 6:56am. Then, at 7:42am, I relocated to a warm coffee shop with a power outlet. This blog post was published at 9:30pm on Christmas, 25Dec2014.

And now, my beautiful world, I normally answer all of your questions for me, but you did not ask any. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

My beautiful world, yeesh! Since my last blog post, I have decided to pretty much allow my not-human-trafficker nerds make whatever highlight recaps they feel are thorough enough as a summary. There has just been way too much that has happened since my last blog post.

Thank you, my beautiful world, for keeping up with reality. And THANK YOU even bigger for taking all action necessary to save us all in here still trapped under Obama's iron fist. I wish I could speak to you all directly and with confidentiality, so we could finally conclude who needs what to get which step done.

I love you all, my beautiful world. I am only here for you. I am only here to serve.

My brave rescuers, I know who you are. I know you consider me one of your untrained living legends. And after Christmas Eve, I understand you are likely screaming at the entire planet that you CANNOT lose me. Please do not let your emotions take over.

My brave rescuers, I have never believed in sending anyone but a soldier to do a soldier's job. Is the world yet willing to fix this problem?

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, am I the only one who noticed that Obama's designated pathological perjurers and pathological libelists are getting stupider?

Now that we have, to begin with, my verified SquidStream, independently fact-checked blog, and unsilencible Twitter, gone are the days where they could get away with everything documented in my 24Aug2014 blog post.

Lying about me is SO DANGEROUS. Any and all lies about me destabilize the entire world, and the unrelenting Obama-ordered quackery has already caused a global conflict on US soil.

My genius Powers of Attorney, we have already proven we are healing and empowering our once-great America already with our verified delivery of ACTUAL REALITY to the entire public. So, we need to make sure our few sources of honest truth in this nation are never silenced.

As always, genius ladies, keep telling me anything you need when you need it, but I have noticed that you stopped warning me if and when most threats the world might lose me FOREVER present themselves anymore.

My loved ones in the courtroom, you are still our good, green world's infallible first line of defense against losing me FOREVER to Obama.

Even Her Royal Highness Queen Elizabeth II of England has been expressing her deep gratitude for you three and your SELFLESS service to the entire world by tirelessly keeping me safe from further war crimes.

My genius Powers of Attorney, there is so much work to do already. None of us gets a day off. And Obama just keeps escalating. This will not end until every solitary enemy of America in Obama's conspiracy are finally arrested.

A lot of people are helping. We will shut this "egg" down. And, thank you. Did you get any time for anything but work even on Christmas?

Sweetness, I love and adore you. Please calm down. I know what I am doing. No, I will never lie to any if you. Your need to rescue me from this unlivable "egg" already inspired a contemporary siege of Troy.

And we all know this has been so much more lonely for me in here than for you (with my complete permission) out there. Anyone can reread my 04Oct2014 blog post about this.

I never hide truths about myself nor about my life from anyone anywhere just like you tell me EVERYTHING about why I am forcing you to buy all knew mattresses before I sleep next to you to guarantee I am never in a bed you have been with another woman in.

I also understand my methods for accomplishing a lot of what I accomplish all day and all night might be a little beyond most people's natural understanding. I still answer all questions. I do not agree, as you assert, that most of humanity is stupider than I am.

I just believe no other human has been pushed as far as I have been pushed just to still be here on Earth at all after everything I have lived through ever since this egg began in 2009.

Do you want to experience a few of the beautiful moments that keep me hanging on in here?... HoneyHoney, here is your 2014 Christmas gift, finished at 11:57am, and written in its entirety on the Disneyland grounds on Christmas Eve 2014.

The Call of the Vacation

If only with your beleaguered arms around my hourglassed square at last, with your too-often-lonely lips caught in the long, raven tangle that guards the back of my mind, and with our telephone thrown into the sea, we will rest at last, together, soul-to-soul, with no room between us for even the Holy Spirit to manifest nor with any excuse left not to invoke our own muse for the art we know best.