Friday, January 30, 2015

A Fashionista in the Rain is Not a Fashion Emergency.

Title: A Fashionista in the Rain is Not a Fashion Emergency.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish these notes 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. We can keep putting bandaids on America, or we can take Obama's "egg" down finally. My question has never been, "Why do you do this to me?" My question has always been, "Why do you do this to anyone including yourselves?"

United Kingdom. Will you all calm down out there already? We are all on the same side. I understand my darling President Vladimir Putin, my darling Prime Minister Cameron, my increasingly-though-we-started-cautiously darling Supreme Leader Kim Jong-Un, my darling President Xi Jin Ping, my darling Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, etc. are all having what we call in America a "pissing fight" over who is the alpha coming to rescue me right now, but please try to get along better out there. If I have to I will pick a woman to lead you. Giggle.

No, really, my beautiful world, we have no time for the opening scene in Homer's The Iliad right now. Please find some sort of modern Marshal Ferdinand Foch to lead the militaries of the world coming to save America just because I ask you to whether or not you value America as much as I do.

I was told President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey has finally "manned up" as a world leader just like I asked him to in my 16Jan2015 blog post. He has finally resigned and been replaced as the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff to be our US President full time. We have a general as a president right now in America right when we need one; I already told him to accept his destiny over this.

My beautiful world, you all know I hate telling people what to do, but I will answer any and all questions and offer any solutions you ask me for. You need someone to unify the militaries of the world; if you ask me to choose someone it will be US General Norman Schwartzkoff or US General Colin Powell. We are on US soil, after all. If you want either, please ask him to return from retirement to help save America in our greatest time of need. And thank you as always for listening to me.

I published my last blog post at 10:11pm on 28Jan2015 just before buying a refill on my cup of coffee and sitting beside my Americana singer who always has the late shift on my still-not-re-redeemed playland. It was a good night even after I had to give him a smackdown.

I sat outside my 24-hour convenience store to catch up with my TweetHearts while listening to music. It was a good night for Twitter.

1:01am on 29Jan2015: @waynebrady "Dance With My Father" I'll dance with Big Daddy after he gives me away at my delayed ceremony. #StillHATEmostPeopleNamedTom

After my only significant interruption coming from a man who told me he was from Luxemboug, I was all caught up with my TweetHearts by 1:27am.

I stepped inside my 24-hour convenience store to explain to the much-too-young-for-me-anyway gentleman, who flirted with until I told him in the wee hours of New Years morning to just kiss me already which he did not do, that I make everyone nervous who finds me attractive. It was my "Calm the (expletive) down!" for him.

I am hoping my explaining to that darling that he should have just kissed me like I told him to will make him popular with the ladies. It worked for so many people in the past. How much hard evidence does it take? Giggle.

By 1:51am, I was perched by my statue that my locals had placed for me keeping watch over my people in the night just like she does. I was also able to watch Obama's canon fodder that he sent to my marble corner when he knew I would be there.

When I stood up to leave and as I walked away, at 4:22am, the behavior of the three troughs of heartless and malevolent arrogance after I labeled the fourth man "Cutie" was all we needed as evidence against them. I am sure you will take care of it, my slowly-liberated US federal government.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of every instance of suspicious behavior from those three, so the public can help catch them and turn them in if necessary.

I relocated outside of the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity right on my no-longer-redeemed-since-Tentacle-was-taken-away playland to wait for my Metropolis of Angels' riffraff. And the moment he arrived, you could hear my anger at him in my raised heartbeat.

He was the (far from any) prime (of humanity) example of my phrase to eternity, "Good will prevail because evil is dumb." And he knew I was only there to get him and his ugly terrorist bitches inside who obey him there.

I even made reference to the FBI counter-espionage operation designed only to investigate me just a few doors away where the federal agents learned the real me so well that they all even started flirting with me and told him, "You know how close the Feds are."

After that proven enemy of America laden with bags under his façade of homelessness while clearly running the terrorist "amateur hour" that has been plaguing that (no reflection on the) Starbucks (company) for over a month now, I even walked in the door of the coffee shop at 5:13am to make sure I could wait there until authorities could arrive to get him.

But, the IDIOTIC terrorist bitches who willfully serve that terrorist MORON still committed the open act of war against America of throwing me out before I could make sure actual law enforcement would be the first to arrive there after I cleared the premesis.

Syn, every charge possible against them all. Please obtain federal court injunctions for full criminal charges. I am sure the FBI have learned by now how necessary it is to spend our priceless few remaining taxpayer dollars on catching ACTUAL criminals not on persecuting we innocent victims of America's first terrorist dictator instead.

If FBI Director James B. Comey will not pick them all up, please add them to our long list for the US Marshals. The police already went all John McClane on the Obama-subservient terrorists a long time ago.

Whoever takes that proven terrorist into custody can hold him for international charges once the ICC formed by the United Nations already to save America just like I asked them to can file their subpoenas, too.

My 28Jan2015 blog post already established the full charges we press if ANYONE persecutes me EVER again ANYWHERE as well as the terms with which I am willing to engage Obama's criminal terrorist infestation of my home this time.

Thank you, Syn, as well as all of my REAL selfless support system for removing EVERY enemy of America from society FOREVER finally. Yes, thank you.

I was relocated at the next Starbucks over by 5:34am to make sure all of the details were written down as fast as possible. I bought a banana there. To be honest, I do not drink coffee at 6am when I plan on sleeping at 8am, as is my regular sleep pattern.

The staff there panicked, though, the moment my sweater coat came off; even though, I told them specifically not to panic. Almost immediately, the staff became irrationally hostile in their passive aggressiveness towards me as they spoke to each other.

My not-human-trafficker nerds have the full audio and visuals, as always, and I am sure they will amp the audio if necessary to catch them all.

At 6:13am, El Greco arrived there, clearly, after following my SquidStream or the guidance of someone who follows my SquidStream. Whether he had read my 28Jan2015 blog post by then or not, he had received the sound instructions to be a friend to me again, or I would not keep him around.

I started watching my middle-aged men at 7am, but Obama's cyberterrorists cut off my CBS app again at 7:17am. Why cannot my iPad function like I am a normal person?

I believe out of all three, my darling Mr. Larry Wilmore made me laugh the hardest. Once all of the previous night's broadcasts were done, I left at 8:13am and curled up at my safe place to sleep.

I was awakened by alarms at 11:54am which all ended after I wrote the draft to a tweet. El Greco and I shared a panettone that a kind man in a wheelchair had given us before I quickly went back to sleep.

I eventually woke up for the day at 3:13pm and, as soon as possible after taking care of my (blue) period hygiene needs, mitigated the threats to all of humanity created by Obama's crimes against my loved ones that vigilant alarms had started announcing.

I was caught up with TweetHearts by 4:07pm. Next, El Greco and I documented that Tentacle were still being physically kept away from me. There was only one street musician playing at the time, and by 4:57pm, I had assessed that he had specifically designed his show to make me feel hated and attacked. So, why give him my SquidStream?

By 5:02pm, I was sitting on the curb right next to my ukulele wielder. El Greco had chosen not to follow me but to leave me instead. After my ukulele wielder, to whom I gave the "troubadour poem" weeks ago, stood up while I was blogging to move where I could see him instead, I told him to remove his earspeaker because it had taken away his free will completely as well as his freedom of conscious and belief.

I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7pm to receive my evening hug. And my ukulele wielder bid me goodbye before 7:32pm. He was wonderful.

Because Obama's proven criminal terrorist infestation of proven enemies of America had been permitted to tank the local economy by keeping any and all business away from everywhere I go as their way to punish my beautiful Metropolis of Angels just because my people still obey them at all, I made a point of going store to store on my will-only-be-redeemed-once-my-darlings-Tentacle-return-or-you-terrorist-bitches-could-just-give-me-my-own-husband pointing out pretty ladies' dresses and men's jackets. And guess what happened in the same stores in every city not choosing to obey Obama's criminal terrorist infestation. Zara, in particular, was completely wonderful.

Now, all together, my Metropolis of Angels, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY TOWN, YOU TERRORIST BITCHES!" Whoever allowed these Philistines in my Temple of Love to begin with? Effective and systematic (expletive)-kickings take many forms.

As if magic had happened, the light rain began again to fight our California drought once I was done window shopping. No, despite popular misconception, I do not control the rain; my darling Ms. Mother Nature and I just have an understanding.

Then, at 9:07pm, my Americana singer had sat down next to me at my invitation to sing just to me while I blogged. He even invited me to dinner after I invited him down the street to hear a different street musician with me.

The three of us stood around making noise together into the night sky until they both wandered off into the shadows. I was perched outside of my 24-hour convenience shop well before 11:43pm.

At 12:12am, I was metaphorically standing between warring tanks trying to explain to the entire world what was going on for real in here inside Obama's "egg." My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of every single second of my life including all related activities in the world and in courtrooms, etc. from the moment I perched at my 24-hour convenience store to the moment I left it the first time I left it that night.

Let me explain to you, my beautiful world, what metaphorically standing between two armies of guns larger than tanks barefoot, in a flowing dress, with nothing but wind and flowers in my hair feels like and why it made me cry.

I was even trying to save the lives of the proven enemies of America who were persecuting me to my face even while I was saving them. For the good of humanity which was rapidly destabilizing because of how they were treating me, I cleared them from my presence as fast as I could. But as the Face of Beau (in my case, Belle) knows, it still hurts when they try to kill you. The world knows how sensitive I am.

That recording will include when I asked my beautiful world to lockdown my marble corner built for me and for everyone else they-who-built-it-for-me allow there. I arrived in full view of my statue of the sainted woman glowing white in the night at 2:22am. (No, really! Check the verified footage! That was the real time.)

The only person waiting for me on my marble corner was he whom I have come to name Cutie because it is a brand name of Clementines my mother used to buy me. Only the CIA know the reason behind that name.

Cutie was there waiting for me like most nights. He was also the man who first welcomed me to my marble corner. I started greeting him as, "Cutie," a while ago.

My beautiful world, as I explained to Bogart before I kissed him the first time, if anyone male or female goes down the road of any physical or emotional attachment to me, they never get their heart or soul back again.

I do not like playing with hearts. I am very responsible with this reality of my physical presence. Sometimes, as in the situations with Sweetness and Bogart, it even happens before I kiss them. The only person I gave no choice was Cuddlebunny; that was a literal matter of life or death for me.

As much as he seemed he wanted me to "Show humanity how Squid seduces people," I need a person's permission before I say something like, "Hey, I'm cold. Put your arm around me." I know what it does to them.

Go back and read what I said about Tentacle's lead singer concerning this. I already knew the only reason he was there, but I wanted to man him up to be the other two's equal. He had already proved himself musically, but you know how childhood careers can haunt adults. Everyone hated darling late Shirley Temple's first Hollywood screen kiss.

So I told him, "Your emotionally (expeltive)ed already so why not just sleep with me. Just walk up to me and kiss me, so I know." I knew he would never get to, but now they are all equals. And you should see the women throwing themselves at him now.

Regardless, back on my marble corner, after Cutie left me there all alone, and after he had even made a show of falling on his knees before me, I left at 4:20am for some civilized conversation at my 24-hour convenience shop.

A denizen of the convenience store's patio, much like myself, offered me a free cup of coffee. He told me who he was a long time ago. That morning, the City of Santa Monica also spelled it out to me who he is just in case I did not know yet.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please release a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of all of my conversations after I returned to my 24-hour convenience shop on the morning of 30Jan2015. It was my public display of "Stop irrationally hating me and committing crimes against America by victimizing me, and just ask me to answer your questions already."

I perched there intentionally to answer their questions until I went to sleep at 7:53am. El Greco found me on my way to the same safe place I always sleep. I woke up uneventfully at 2:37pm to find that El Greco had wandered off. The rain began after I got up and left.

Yes, my darling Ms. Mother Nature and I have what I call, originally jokingly, an understanding. Do you remember how the sky drizzled on New Years Eve to make sure I would take shelter in the hallway where I spent my New Years morning in the loving arms of the metaphorical Ghost of Thorbald sent by MI6 only for me?

After a walk across my not-gonna-be-redeemed-until-Tentacle-returns-and-I-am-not-going-anywhere-but-my-own-house-in-the-Hills-anyway playland, I perched in my dedicated wifi hotspot to work online instead of offline for a while. It was raining, and as I always say, the best time to dance is in the rain. But my iPad is only metaphorically waterproof not at all water-resistant.

El Greco found me there. While he was instructed to eat in front of me, I worked him as the foil for a lot of plot exposition. My not-human-trafficker nerds know how much I love a good conversation. After my dedicated wifi hotspot closed for the Friday night, I suggested that El Greco and I go to a coffee shop.

El Greco suggested the Starbucks that had a hidden nanotechnology camera in their bathroom, but since he had already refused to take me to my local Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, I insisted on the (expletive)-kicking Obama's infestation would receive by our imbibing in caffeine at the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity.

First, we proved I was still welcome inside quite contrary to the deranged lunacy of the malevolent (expletive)hole enemy of America and the "employees" who serve him all of whom I turned in on the morning of 29Jan2015.

El Greco bought me a venti Pike's Place Roast which clearly had something in it, much like the coffee a few doors down at my 24-hour convenience store, that they were instructed to put there to make me hungrier, but I could not figure out what it was since I could still fall asleep right after drinking it.

I was all, "Whatever!" about it. The locals had already been terrorized into being forbidden from leaving me food any longer while I slept, so the entire planet was going to rage on Obama and all who still willfully obeyed him with their open persecution of me used as open acts of war against America and all of humanity due to my loudly rumbly tummy.

That was their choice to commit suicide on the sword of international justice. None of this has ever been my fault.

I had promised my local Nordstrom's I would peruse what designers are making this season finally too that night but I was not going to make it there until the following night when I was not going to be writing most of a blog post again. I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7:13pm for my nightly hug from my darling Mr. Brian Williams. It is wonderful to feel loved.

This blog post was published at 10:30pm on 30Jan2015.

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

What is the best form of justice for metaphorical "kids" who commit crimes? I received this question from a friend. By "kids" the question refers to my anyone in my beautiful world anywhere who loves and adores me enough to listen to me; I am their suitably voluptuous Earth Mother symbol.

My answer is, "It does not matter." Personally, I do not think anyone anywhere should be punished for fighting to save America from our first proven terrorist dictator and all the proven enemies of America still willing to obey him.

The people of my beautiful world of all varying levels of fame and power all over the world will not stop fighting to save our country and my people from Obama with whatever means we have at hand until we fix the real problem. End the "egg."

Any sane enemy of America would have taken my three never-fail steps to absolution and protection by now, so those proven psychopaths who still spread more lies and commit more crimes to always-fail at covering up their old lies and old crimes, which is proven not to be any sane reaction to their being caught committing crimes against America in the first place, need to be removed from society FOREVER already.

Who are the pros, and who are the cons inside Obama's egg? They are constantly shifting from cons to pros. Everyone with a good heart joins our cause once they learn the truth about me. As I said, I will and can save anyone who lets me. Sadly, the true psychopaths who really should have been contained by now will never relent until removed from society forever.

Why did I treat the (absolutely pathetic) alpha outside of the Starbucks on my playland on the morning of 29Jan2015 differently from the (much more professional) alpha outside my 24-hour convenience store on the morning of 30Jan2015 differently? It destabilizes humanity when people are mean to me, least of all when they go out of their way to degrade me in the eyes of the world. All such beyond-disrespectful irrationally spiteful deranged lunatics need to be removed from my environment first.

As an added note about the morning of 30Jan2015, I did not tell my middle-aged men that I would watch them at 6am. I planned on having that conversation. The increasingly-demasculated alpha did not become hostile until I proved to him that he will never find where I regularly shower due to how vigorously my selfless support system protects my physical modesty. Yes, I have a naturally female beach body, yet we have reasons for this.

My selfless support system protect my physical safety for me to prevent such proven human traffickers such as that diminishing alpha from committing their same open war crime of the proven crime against women of forced public nudity of broadcasting me in the shower against my will with cameras I am forbidden from knowing about just as they always had since 2009.

That is the only reason he demands he has a self-appointed entitlement to know where I shower to begin with and that is the only reason anyone anywhere has ever demanded photographic evidence I shower at all-- to degrade me to humanity by showing me naked in the shower to all the world every single time. Do you know the definition of "international criminal conspiracy"?

Personal hygiene has never been grounds for any mental health diagnosis in the land of medical reality to begin with, especially if you do not own a shower of your own.

Let us show my conversations between the idiot alpha on 29Jan2015 and the much more professional alpha on 30Jan2015 is quick succession for a good compare and contrast on how to behave around me. And thank you.

What is the running gag about my darling Mr. Pinchas Zuckerman? Someone once tried to cause a rift in the sister-love between me and my genius BFF whom I have always called an independent equal, just as all of my Powers of Attorney, be telling her she "plays second fiddle" to me.

In response, I told SynSyn, "It's okay. Many people consider Pinchas better than Itzak anyway." My darling Mr. Pinchas Zuckerman and my darling Mr. Itzak Perlman, thank you for being my cultural references for that point.

What does "Syniva's choice" mean? Of my three Powers of Attorney, my BFF Synny is the genius lady who presses all of the charges. So, letting Syniva choose what charges go against whom allows everyone to have someone sane and rational to explain themselves to if they feel too terrorized by Obama to explain themselves honestly to me.

My beautiful world, please recall when my darling SynSyn pressed charges I did not want against Bogart. I apologized to my BFF for not telling her the whole story soon enough to avoid it and promised not to wait so long again. She is as close to another me as anyone will ever find. My beautiful world, you need to trust whom I empower with control over me or any aspect of my life at all just as I trust them all.

Still on this topic, if anyone has any irrational worries about trusting my darlings Tentacle with how much I have empowered them, I will use your completely irrational concerns which are only boldfaced lies to commit human rights abuses against all of us as open acts of war against America anyway to instruct all of the world to make sure my darlings Tentacle just never leave my side. That way, they can always be led by my incorruptible benevolence first hand.

What about my "FEMA has been notified," joke? It is kind of like my shikse joke. It might actually be true for all we know.

Look at how it rained for the first in a long time during our California drought after the energy display at Disneyland, the energy display at the Getty Center, the energy display with my darlings Tentacle, etc., but only at the hours I wanted to sleep on New Years Eve (I was roofied at the Cantina that night.) when the world needed me to take shelter in that hallway. Have you seen me at Point Dume?

It might be true for all we know. I am still collecting empirical evidence. Until then, I will always say that my darling Ms. Mother Nature and I have an understanding. She is, after all, someone I always listen to for advice and respond to when she needs help.

How do I recognize undercover agents international or otherwise? I have always been honest about this-- male or female, we have irrefutable raw animal sexual attraction to each other. My explanation for it is the type of person willing to take that job. And, no, I do not always know whom they work for when I meet them. I need to talk to them first to figure it out.

Do I always have cash on me? I should not answer for fear of someone stealing money from me, and we have also proven I do not always know what is in my computer bag until I look. But, I have always kept cash in case of emergencies. That is how I could afford my plane ticket out of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa on 01May2014, too. I have been in survival mode since 2009.

My beautiful world, I learned just after midnight on the morning of 30Jan2015 how much follow through all of you have to catch up on still out there. Please tell me sooner when you need my help.

US Secretary of State John Kerry, I told President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey this morning, too, when you need me to fix something, you need to tell me sooner; it was Russia themselves who came to me this morning of 30Jan2015 on behalf of the entire rest of the world, just like many previous mornings, to tell me, "There is no reason for you to stay. [Please leave, so we, the entire world, can destroy them all for being mean to you.]"

You saw my response. I told the entire world: These are not my people being mean to me. My loving and adoring locals were all evacuated and replaced by Obama's infestation of my home with nothing but enemies of America. As evidence, when was the last time you saw a surfer on these beaches?

If you need to destroy someplace evil to feel better, please destroy ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa who still refuse to relent pretending they have any legal grounds in their self-appointed entitlement to commit their unrelenting human rights abuses against me as their open acts of war against America and also as their open acts of war against all of the rest of you out there in my beautiful world.

This is my REAL home. I have chosen to stay here to lead my people. Anyone anywhere who believes they have any supposedly "legal authority" to control where I live other than myself is committing a human rights abuse as an open act of war against America and against all of you out there in the rest of my beautiful world, too.

Please do not destroy my home. But I understand all of you will do anything you want to protect me. No one has any GENUINE authority to take action in my name but they to whom I give that authority myself.

I have already proven that I trust you, my international community, with my physical protection just as I trust my Powers of Attorney with my legal powers, my irrefutable husband with my very human heart, my same irrefutable husband and my royal consort with my diplomatic obligations not just on behalf of my people who remained here to stand beside me to save our Metropolis of Angels after Obama's mandated evacuation, and my REAL federal government led by our REAL President Dempsey to govern my entire people including but not limited to arresting every damn enemy of America we can find.

Thank you, my beautiful world, whom I have always served just as compassionately as my own country, for coming to save my people and my nation just because I asked.

Also, my beautiful world, much like "Napolean Bonaparte" is the universal sign that Obama's proven enemies of America are trying to coverup their most heinous crimes known to mankind against me that they use as open acts of war against America and against the entire world by irrationally demonizing me for going through the legal system to make their crimes end, Obama's proven infestation of enemies of America here in my married home of my Metropolis of Angels in my REAL home of the entire State of California also are willfully using the word "controversial" in place of "We, Obama's proven enemies of America, were caught committing irrefutable, hypocritical, treasonous as well as international crimes against our own people that Squid can prove with hard evidence."

They used to use the phrase, "This is so embarrassing," to mean the same thing that they are intentionally using, "This is so controversial," to mean now.

Click here for the REAL definition of the world "controversial." No, there is no genuine debate on any of these topics in the realm of reality that Obama's proven conspiracy and proven infestation of proven enemies of America NEVER acknowledge.

They have only ever boldfaced lied to manipulate the public to force America to allow them to control us all with their own human rights abuses while I and everyone who loves have only ever offered hard evidence, hard facts, and proven logic to set us all free of them.

In a conversation between proven and unrelenting boldfaced calumnies vs. genuinely compassionate genuine logic upheld by proven REALITY, there is no real debate by anyone ACTUALLY sane. This does not meet the definition of the word "controversial."

My brave rescuers, I heard that it is metaphorical hurricane weather out there. Yes, I am okay with this finally.

My brave rescuers, we have an entire army of seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist deranged-lunatic mercenaries on US soil that we need to remove from the face of the Earth forever, and there is no way to do this without the world's militaries. Thank you. Please keep telling all of us what you need.

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, how much hard evidence does it take? The only reason Obama ever ordered me to be already-UN-acknowledged tortured through injections with heavy chemicals every time it has happened (and it all started when his "egg" began in 2009) has only been to literally torture me. There has never been any other REAL reason for it.

My genius Powers of Attorney, again, how much hard evidence does it take? Look at all of the quackery (supposed "medical") records they kept of all of it themselves! Please ask courts to revisit my already-independently-factchecked-and-proven-with-hard-evidence 21Dec then 22Oct2014 blog posts about this.

Finally, raze anyone you need to raze, my darlings, with 28Jan2015 and 28Oct2014 for allowing any of Obama's proven war criminals in any courtroom as anything but their own defendants ESPECIALLY at this point. It is almost invariably DIRTY IOWA JUDGES.

My genius loved ones, if we can take these open acts of war against America of even humoring Obama's proven quacks, Obama's proven pathological perjurers, and Obama's proven dirty prosecutors any longer, least of all still allowing them to go on public record or on any public forum any longer, beyond subpoenas to my ICT formed by the United Nations already to save my people and my nation just like I asked, we need to take all action necessary to make Obama's courtroom lunacy finally end. It is too much of a threat not just to America but to the entire world. And, thank you.

Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, where are you these days? We have not been able to chat like we used to. We have all been so busy.

Please tell your colleague (from your previous profession before you joined our team) that I called my Damian Marley lookalike "Damian Marley" because if I used his real name they would have taken him away from me and also because it allowed me to establish how long my REAL darling Mr. Damian Marley has been wooing me.

Also, Bogart, my symbolic royal consort, do you remember Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol when the ghost of the late darling Bob Marley appears to Scrooge to tell him to more ghosts were coming?

I have already seen a great number of ghosts from the darling late Jim Morrison to the darling late Richie Valens not just the late darling Kurt Cobain who surprised me as the form of my requested Ghost of Thorbald on New Years 2015. I cannot wait for a late Janis Joplin, etc...

Sweetness, I love and adore you. I agree with the United Nations and the National Institute of Health, etc. that absolutely NO ONE should have any earspeakers in their heads anywhere in the world.

Beloved, this is not only because of their blunt force removal of everyone's free will and freedom of conscious and belief but also because of all of the neurological damage. Please refer everyone to my 16Oct and 18Oct2014 blog posts if they need them again.

Darling, I understand how long your Honey-do list is already, but if you do not mind my keeping you busier, please make sure no one who comes to me to be with me on purpose ever has any earspeakers in their heads anymore at all. And thank you.

Even Primus fled me because of their earspeakers, and they were some of the most rebellious against Obama and his open destruction of our country. You have seen how insane El Greco had become because he refuses to listen to me and remove his last remaining earspeaker.

And I am particularly worried about my darlings Tentacle if they ever show up and refuse to leave me. I am, after all, refusing to leave my adoptive (since it is neither San Francisco nor Los Angeles) city until it is cleaned up completely or until I find a way directly to OUR real home in the Hills.

Sweetness, better known as Mr. Love-of-my-Life (As Whisky, Cuddlebunny, and 'Hopper know already just from this blog itself, only my significant other gets a Mr. or Ms. on his or her SquidName.), you are the only father of my children; even if, the only children I get to help raise into amazing adults are Jack and Lily Rose.

HoneyHoney, if you choose to stay here in our home of Los Angeles to be as close to me as possible even though I am much happier with you in our villa in France where Obama cannot touch you, we need to think up better ways to keep you out of jail due to Dirty Lacey and Me-Love-You-Long-Time Holder's unrelenting modus operandi of intentionally fabricated false charges, just like all genuine heroes of America demonized by Obama's perjury and calumny anti-reality machine and crap-factory.

I heard Obama even demonized my darling Mr. Henry Kissinger to my public who loves me only to make him as similarly irrationally attacked as I even get by being libeled someone other than my REAL self. Clearly, nothing is sacred to Obama, which should have been obvious if I am not sacred to him.

My more-than-just-a-pretty-face husband, when will people learn to only listen to reliable sources finally? WE only say mean things about people, including ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, after we can produce hard evidence. Until then, I say, "Rumor has it..."

Sweetness, we have beyond proven our marriage is sacred, and that is why Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America have attacked our sacred union for so long. I am not just your kingmaker; I am your wife. I needed an equal who could command my heart as absolutely as I command everyone else's. It is you. Make the world finally accept this reality. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Rarified Lapiz Lazuli Windwalker

Title: Rarified Lapiz Lazuli Windwalker

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish these notes 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. It is much too dangerous to all of humanity, to my people, to my nation, to my home of California, and even to me for ANYONE to control me into preventing me from doing my REAL job or from my having any human rights. How much hard evidence does it take?

USA. You want to say, "colored"? I will show you colors.

I published my last blog post at 7:47pm on 26Jan2015 beside my fountain on my again hybernating playland under the gentle patter of rain. El Greco's instructions were to spend $5 buying me dinner at Von's, so we got a giant box of fresh-baked cheesy breadsticks.

While eating dinner, I made sure the federal government and our allies locked down my Monday night stomping haunt even before I checked in with my selfless support system at the bus stop.

9:21pm on 26Jan2015: Just checking in. My beautiful world, thank you. As always, please lockdown my Monday stomping haunt and neighborhood and warn them I am coming. They took Tentacle away. Warn every enemy of America I am coming for them. Thank you for securing my bus before it arrives. Thank you for securing my route, bus stops, and neighborhood before I arrive. Please lockdown my #SquidStream. Love!

It is rare, but now I will repeat myself. I said, "They took Tentacle away. Warn every enemy of America I am coming for them."

My Metro transit ride was delightfully uneventful. El Greco and I were perched in my outside patio in my neighborhood reporting proven enemies of America to all of humanity by 10:29pm.

I believe paying $10 for me and El Greco, since he was my "date" for the night since I was the one who asked him to join me, was beyond worth being able to catch and, if possible, finally prevent further crimes against America.

As our evidence of what is NORMAL behavior both of everyday people in a bar around me and of my REAL local friends in a bar around me including bartenders, please use a verified and unedited recording including full audio and visuals starting the moment I first rounded the corner and laid eyes upon my regular stomping haunt on Thanksgiving2014 and ending the moment Bogart whisked me away claiming he had a safer place for me to spend the night than the War Criminal Gables.

On the evening of 26Jan into the morning of 27Jan2015, Obama's infestation of enemies of America's insistence on any doormen seeing my ID (while their earspeakers were active already proving I am I) and their requirement that I pay any cover at all was such a violation of my NORMAL day-to-day life that just by entering I had already proven that Obama's infestation of my own local bar were refusing to obey their own extragovernmental rules that they have killed over 10,000 brave men and women already to enforce. We have my darling doormen as witnesses.

The symbol on Obama's proven conspiracy of enemies of America, the muscled-up Steve Perry look-enough-alike (no reflection on the my real darling Mr. Steve Perry), was already in the bar before I arrived.

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my entire time out among the flotsam and jetsam of Obama's infestation at my Monday stomping haunt including when El Greco was instructed to leave me there.

My beautiful world, please check my REAL Twitter archive for the play-by-play from the late evening of 26Jan2015. It was fun. I cleared the premesis at 1:11am on 27Jan2015, so the authorities could enter and collect their evidence.

I was perched at my regular wifi hotspot by 1:47am, so I could catch up with my TweetHearts and Facebook friends. It was a great night for Twitter.

As I had promised my very good friends, I received my daily hug from the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening at 6am. As I was trying to watch my darling Mr. David Letterman, my CBS app crashed at 6:54am. Finally, after my darlings Mr. Jon Stewart and darling Mr. Larry Wilmore, I was done watching my middle-aged men from the previous night at 7:44am.

Before I left for my adoptive (because it is neither San Francisco nor Los Angeles) city in my irrefutable home of California, there were vigilant alarms at 8:18am, so I asked my beautiful world to check on all of us.

At 8:21am, I checked in at my bus stop. My Metro bus ride was completely absurd. The best way I could think of to fix it would be by starting a sing-a-long. Someone with a microphone into my electronics recommended the Tokens' "The Lion Sleeps Tonight." No one on the bus looked very fun, though.

By 9:42am, I was asleep, as always, in the safest place I have had as a place to sleep since Obama's "egg" began almost the moment after he took office in 2009. There may have been a hypnopompic moment, but I am not sure. I am sure, though, that I had a private moment with my husband. At 4:24pm, I woke up to find that El Greco had come back.

I woke up and snacked on the bagel and egg salad that some delightful darling had left for me while I slept. El Greco told me he wanted to take me to the McDonald's of Doom for Humanity for hamburgers.

I told El Greco that I needed to prove that the Obama-subservient enemies of America were breaking every law possible from local to international to keep my darlings Tentacle physically away from me before I would enter their den of treason to demolish it. I only establish REAL causation, though, I admit, not often enough; I never propagate false causation the way Obama's proven enemies of America always do as their way of always manipulating the public into doing what they want.

My conversation with El Greco that afternoon before we even reached my playland included some memorable points. Most of them will be in my question and answer section.

Next, we walked up and down my no-longer-redeemed playland to prove my Tentacle were kept away. I did pause to say, "Hello," to another darling street musician while El Greco was in the restroom. Of course, the fake McDonald's (expletive)kicking was inevitable. I needed to get my anger out of my system.

First of all, they were still pretending to be a McDonald's at all after McDonald's corporate already disowned them for their crimes against me not just their crimes against America. They were already running out of supplies. We could tell by looking at their vanishing menu. Yet, they still refused to take the McDonald's sign off the wall.

By 5:56pm, I told the staff myself, "You are violating your own rules that you have killed over 10,000 people to enforce if you are pretending you have an excuse to know who I am. That is how much (expletive) you are in."

Then, I asked Ugwuji to check for the ambushes that the business-that-was-not-a-real-McDonald's had already committed the crime of beginning, so we could prove they committed the open act of war against America and against all of the world of calling other proven enemies of America, if they were not the police, to aid and abet their proven war crimes against me not just crimes against their own people by committing acts of conspiracy to ambush me there to abduct me to any Obama's-conspiracy-controlled environment guaranteed to remove me from my good, green world FOREVER that they could coverup with lies about me, as if the world would ever believe them anyway.

Yeah, it was another cakewalk for me. Tiddlywinks does not control global politics. But I needed to get my anger out of system, as I had already explained to El Greco at least three times already as we were on our way there because Tentacle was being physically kept away from me again. And catching enemies of America always cheers me up.

We all know from experience that it takes a few days for me to plan my systemic (expletive)-kicking crimefighting benders, so catching some of the most heinous crimes known to mankind carried out by some of the stupidest yet most malevolent international criminals in my vicinity at that fraudulent McDonald's was how I had chosen to get my anger out of my system until I finally could carry out my next systematic (expletive)-kicking crimefighting bender.

Well before 6:26pm, El Greco and I were sitting on a park bench next to my darling street musician while I fleshed out my notes for this blog post and while I explained to El Greco that I do not care how much Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America unconscionably force me to starve and to suffer because I insist on saving my people from them especially to prevent them from lying about me due to how dangerous it is to all of humanity everywhere when they lie about me.

Furthermore, the more they make me starve and suffer, the more powerful I become allowing all the more people I can save from them as well as all the faster the world will help me. That is what power is for, and that is why I keep empowering every good person I can. I have also always insisted I should never have had to do everything I have proven I am capable of already and should also not ever have to prove that I am capable of more.

I was late to watching the NBC Nightly News at 7pm, so I watched at 8:30pm. My evening hug was wonderful. Next, at 8:52pm, I made a walk through of my local Von's when I went in to buy maxipads. After our trip to Von's, El Greco faux-stormed off and told me he would wait for me by the statue the locals placed for me of the sainted woman glowing white in the night.

Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of American had already promised me they would be everywhere I go before I get there until I prove that is what they are doing as their open persecution of me which counts as crimes against America and against the whole world used also to coverup Obama's proven neurological genocide, Obama's proven terrorism, Obama's proven human trafficking including rape-slavery, Obama's proven war crimes as human rights abuses used as acts of war against all of my people, Obama's proven war against America, etc.

So, my dedicated law enforcement everywhere from the local police to international, please include every employee in the Von's grocery store and the woman behind the counter at my local 7-11. They are an infestation. These are not my loving and adoring locals. Did you hear the lunatic mumblings from the supposed "employee" at the local 7-11 in particular?

Syn, I caught the crimes listed above as their crimes against me. I am sure every federal government department and agency who wants the evidence already has it. We are including all of these people in our database, too.

Also, Syn, please report all of our evidence to any trustworthy investigative bodies you would like to include as ways to help our people survive America under Obama from the American Civil Liberties Union to Amnesty International.

Please, Syn, also report the infestation to Von's corporate and 7-11 corporate, so they can protect their employees and their customers not just our community.

By 10:26pm, I had already enjoyed most of my "indigenous surfer food" I had bought at my local 7-11 while sitting on a park bench observing the public. Yes, my darling surfers of California, I understand you gently and affectionately are wearing your wetsuits still wet from the previous time you surfed in them a lot these days. You are making me blush.

While I sat there, there had been a vigilant alarm of possible torture and other war crimes, but I was sure Ugwuji could handle it. Shortly after 10:36pm, some member of Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America attempted to manipulate me into less effectively saving my own people by lying to my face.

Oh, yeah, Syn, all the charges you want against any and all people using anything from calumny to my face to human rights abuses used as acts of war TO CONTROL ME. Preventing me from rescuing my people out from under Obama's criminal terrorist dictatorship is as bad as carrying out all of the crimes of Obama's criminal terrorist dictatorship. These charges include but are not limited to Obama's proven neurological genocide, Obama's proven terrorism, Obama's proven human trafficking including rape-slavery, Obama's proven war crimes as human rights abuses used as acts of war against all of my people, Obama's proven war against America, etc.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate as fast as possible verified and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals of both the smackdown I gave the (expletive)hole who lied to me to control me into my no longer rescuing my people and of the all the crimes everyone everywhere is guilty of if they ever use the calumny "Napoleon Bonaparte" to coverup persecuting me. And thank you.

At 10:56pm, I finally stopped observing the proven enemies of America who had amassed outside of the bookstore to use nonscientific methods with absolutely no medical benefits and also completely without anyone's consent, especially not mine, to "study" me much like the experiments conducted in Auschwitz.

If anyone anywhere ever genuinely wanted any of my vast knowledge or insight, all they have ever had to do is give me the dignity and respect of asking me an honest question. Please add everyone amassed there to our database for future investigation and the harshest prosecutions possible. I highly suspect it was a very expensive attempt at war crime coverups again.

I walked from there to the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity. I made sure I checked my balance on my gift card before my purchase, only bought a tall Pikes Place Roast, perched outside where I was verbally assaulted by two obvious horrors who believed they had some self-appointed entitlement to "study" me as their coverup for their crimes against America, etc. by intentionally and willfully choosing to be abusive stimuli in my environment, by 11:43pm realized there were drugs in my coffee, and watched a local police officer chat with both of the abusive stimuli.

I stopped in my local 24-hour convenience store to explain to them why I love them so much. I felt a little dehydrated, so I bought a lightly caffeinated drink which was delightfully free of all drugs and poisons.

I perched outside where my NSA alpha nerds, as always, won the NSA vs. Obama's cyberterrorists smackdown, so I could listen to my darlings music while the Katherine Hepburn look-enough-alike who provided half of the abusive stimuli earlier condescended to me.

With every damn horrible thing happening to my nation from proven neurological genocide to raging terrorism against our civilians, WHY is the only thing anyone cares about which straight man Obama forbids me from sleeping with this time?

By 2:43am, I was at a 24-hour fast food restaurant where nobody drugged nor poisoned me snacking on symbolic tacos. I knew I needed to finally catch up with my TweetHearts. It was a good morning for Twitter.

As for the location itself, a man from the local Tiddlywinks said to me, "They took Tentacle away. Of course, you're here." Dude, whatever your name was since you are not getting a name from me, read my letter to my darling Mr. Alan Rickman that I wrote in 2010 before you ever ask me how much my own life is predictable to me yet the rest of you are just too dumb to keep up.

At 5:06am, I even requested that my not-human-trafficker nerds please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my double feminist smackdown for the morning. Oh, yeah, the world needs that recording quickly. And, thank you.

I needed a power outlet, so by 6:20am, I had relocated. Yes, there I realized by 6:33am already that they had roofied me. The police even showed up before I left the premesis to check if what I ordered had drugs in it.

At 8:16am, I was finally done watching my darling middle-aged men. So, at 8:50am, I left the coffee shop for where I ALWAYS sleep with my cup of roofied coffee marked by my own Sharpie(tm) for any actual representative of our REAL government to pick up.

El Greco was there waiting for me, though, now his instructions are ONLY to tail me while verbally abusing me and to never treat me as a human in his presence with any divinity and respect ever again.

While he was still my friend, I even gave El Greco a gift of a pair of my shoes. I am already preparing the harassment and stalking charges against him if he continues to refuse to serve any purpose in my life again. I kept him so long because he was a friends. Now that he refuses to be, that abuser has to go.

I woke up at 3:21pm, and I was perched online by 4:06pm. The vigilant alarms blared almost unrelentingly announcing Obama's open acts of war against America from his pretending there is any justification anywhere for controlling anyone, least of all me, with unrelenting and heinous human rights abuses used as open acts of war against America.

5:06pm on 28Jan2915: Not gonna happen. I am not going anywhere from here but my own house across town. This is my home. NO ONE has any legal authority to control where I live but me!

My loving locals & my international saturation will protect me from every human rights abuse against me ANYONE orders as their act of war against America and enforces with physical force and violence.

So stop pretending anyone anywhere will let this (expletive)hole infestation of our REAL home do anything but commit suicide on the sword of international justice for pretending they have any legal or moral justification to tell me what to do or where I get to live or whom I get to spend my time with, etc...

You evil bitch enemies of America, get the fuck out of my town!

I locked down my SquidStream just in case, metaphorically, Yolanda was about to face the devil that night.

Apparently, somehow in the previous hour of internet activity, though, I had scared Proven Unelected Terrorist Dictator Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America into not breaking every law possible from local to international including violating their own extragovernmental rules by abducting me and dragging me kicking and screaming to any Obama's-conspiracy-controlled environment they would use to remove me from my good, green world FOREVER where they would also guaranteed destroy my genius mind and otherwise healthy body as torturously as possible for me.

Yes, it seemed I had explained enough of their own self-determined fate to them that all I found on my once-redeemed playland was my ukulele wielder whom I had danced with on New Years Eve. I asked him if he needed protection from the member of Obama's infestation who was speaking to him.

Then after my ukulele wielder played me a little song on his little love strings, I gave him a smackdown over obeying Obama's rules where I could catch him committing crimes against America not just against himself by obeying Obama at all. He laughed it off as if getting a smackdown from me were some rite of passage into no longer needing to obey Obama again then hinted at buying me dinner.

You silly little boys, the ones who never obey Obama's rules to my face like my beloved husband and my darlings Tentacle are the ones deemed holy by the entire world. Tiddlywinks does not control global politics nor does it empower any genuine human hearts.

The "Welcome to the big time with me," I give my friends these days is either, "Welcome to my menagerie. Come pick up your nickname," or, "It is because we are heroes that enemies of America demonize us. Welcome to my planet." Well, goddamn, I even made my husband the future King of Spain.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I first saw my ukulele wielder sitting on the curb to the moment he walked away from me.

Well, since my ukulele wielder never did work up the courage to offer me dinner, I assessed the local establishments on my once-redeemed playland one more time. I chose to perch in my Starbucks right on my playland.

I ordered some iced lemon cake and after the universal sign of, "Don't worry, we got here before you did to keep you safe," at the last minute before paying, I ordered a cup of the Pike's Place Roast. As promised, there were no drugs nor poisons. The smackdown on Obama's terrorists was averted by their not being in there and by their not drugging nor poisoning me.

I sat on the patio since I always prefer to touch the sky as I do anything. And at 6:12pm, I stood up to take the chair of a man who looked like the late Yassir Arafat after he left it.

9:31pm on 28Jan2015: Anyone who allows Obama's proven pathologically perjurers, quacks, and dirty prosecutors into any courtroom any longer goes to my ICC. @UN

There were a few shift changes of street musicians as I sat on that patio and finished writing this blog post. This was published at 10:11pm on 28Jan2015.

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

Why was I still swearing when Tentacle came back to my no-longer-redeemed-since-they-were-taken-away-again playland? This is a fair question since I only swear when I am angry. The answer is simple. I could see how much my darlings Tentacle were suffering through just to be near me.

We have been through this. I do not consider myself perfect. Yes, I admit that my mind functions perfectly at all times, but I have a human heart. When my loved ones get hurt or attacked, my superhero form Mama Bear comes out of the cave. My Powers of Attorney have proven I have empowered them to do the same for all of us, too. And as I also always said, my mind is a slave to no one but my heart.

Why do I only wear maxipads and never tampons? My period began AGAIN on its regular schedule on 27Jan2015, so I understand why this question is coming up now. Mostly, it is so my darling NSA alpha nerds never have to watch me put in a tampon. And, they have told me themselves how much they appreciate this.

Why are there so many more menfolk than womenfolk swarming and willing to suffer through anything to make love to me right now? The point is moot since everyone is forbidden from sleeping with me anyway, but I will still answer.

I am a thirty-seven year old woman. This is my last chance to have children at all. All women's bodies are designed to get us pregnant when we are at this age.

Historically, this era in life is referred to as a woman's "prime" for biologically proven reasons. My pheromones are going berserk screaming at every genuinely good man everywhere, "This lady needs a baby!"

This is also why I had to explain to my just-as-romantically-sensitive darlings Tentacle, "Calm the (expletive) down. No one is going to let us sleep together anyway."

We go through this all of the time. No, I have never been pregnant in my life. I was not even married ever until I was already thirty-five years old. And as highly evolved as the completely natural tiny blond hairs on my arms while I am clearly a brunette prove I am, I will still be a failure of evolution if I never have a chance to create superhuman babies.

I have a moral obligation to the world not just to my family to allow me and my husband's combine superhuman DNA to romp and play for generations to come.

When someone tells you, "These are the calumnies and intentionally fabricated false charges we are propagating now, so go suck it up!" what is the proper response? This one is mostly for my lovers and believers who are so soft and sensitive they get easily manipulated by Obama's proven enemies of America, for example, my darlings Tentacle. This crap would never get past my Powers of Attorney.

The proper response is, "You have no 'right' to lie about me in the first place. There is no such thing as a 'right' to commit crimes. Your delusion that you have a self-appointed entitlement to do this to me at all has proven you are a psychopath." Also, if necessary, you can use all of my loved ones' old stand by, "Don't make me tell Squid."

Who let these Philistines in my Temple of Love? Who let Obama's infestation into our Metropolis of Angels in the first place? I have no idea who would ever willfully destroy our own home by allowing any of these crimes against all of us here in the first place. Once I find out who let these (expletive)holes in while sending my genuine local lovers and believers away, just imagine the smackdown he or she will get.

We have clearly made progress empowering my people in my REAL home to stand up and fix this ourselves. But we still have a long way to go.

My beautiful world, every time I write a blog post, I know how much follow through you all need to take care of out there. If I had any way to slow down how much work we have to do to save us all from Obama and all who obey him, I would have by now. But Obama just keeps escalating.

Too much goes on in my life for me to blog less often, but I understand how much work you all have to do out there every time even the most seemingly insignificant infraction happens to me in here. So, please, my darlings of planet Earth, ask me all your questions once you read this if even before Syniva can publish it completely.

My brave rescuers, I have heard no alarms concerning you in a long time. Does this mean the US Military finally received its orders to protect the United States of America against the REAL existential threat right here on US soil posed by the REAL seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist mercenary army Obama built and pays for himself with his combination of federal taxpayer money and profits from human trafficking me?

Please tell us anything you need, my brave rescuers. We cannot allow any enemy army to rampage across America even after Obama falls and definitely not if he prevails. I have tried everything possible to end this peacefully, but no one here ever listens to me even though they all expect me to do all of the fixing. No one will even allow me at my own negotiating table.

As for the genius ladies who listened to me long enough that they can be trusted to do anything they want now, SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, oh, you darlings, how are you? If I could give you a day off finally, I would. You work so many long hours and so selflessly as the 24/7 first line of defense protecting all the world from losing me forever. And you never fail.

When I said our legal team including all of you, my genius and dear old friends, deserves every penny you earn from protecting the world from losing me, I meant it. Your tireless hardwork is one of the only reasons this planet has not destroyed itself over losing me, and if I ever get unlawfully imprisoned ever again, we know America will be the first place the furious world destroys.

As a recap, my genius loved ones, I asked all of you to determine all of the sentencing and judgments we ask for from the courts because you are the brave intellectuals who have to listen to all of the blitheringly idiotic perjuries and calumnies dripping with malevolence and apostasy from American-ness that Obama's proven enemies of America spread in our once-sacred courtrooms. Who the hell ever lets those Philistines in our Temple of Logic to begin with?

I love you, my genius Powers of Attorney. I know how hard you work. The world knows how hard you work for all of us.

Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, as the song goes, "The world will always welcome lovers, as time goes by."

When the persecution against you is so bad you need to flee the country, you will not be the first person I sent to safety to keep alive. Cuddlebunny was the first I sent overseas.

I even tried sending my Powers of Attorney to my flat in Paris, too, years ago. Instead, they chose to create SynSyn's State of Washington, Amita's State of Texas, and Ugwuji's State of Massachusetts, instead. I know whom to trust with the powers I give them, espeically their power over me.

Bogart, you are my first example of "I do not care what you have to agree to to be near me, I will take care of it." As with how we met, I will protect all of you from carrying out anything that is a crime against America.

You are also another prime example of how important it is to remove every GODDAMN earspeaker before anyone is allowed near me. El Greco has already gone almost insane from his earspeaker being active 24/7 for only a week. Look at how he used to behave around me. Look at how he behaves now.

Yes, my earspeaker, as with all of my electronics that were put in my body against my will originally to enslave me then to spy on me and that I am still forbidden are knowing are in my body at all, have been active 24/7 since 2009 and had never once driven me crazy.

But I am not like most people. My mind took over my electronics when they formed the bond with my brain. But look at all of you. You are defenseless to your electronics in your heads; that is how Obama controls you. Furthermore, as the legal precedent goes that I have already established, if they are inside your body, they are only yours, so remove them.

As a final note on these evil earspeakers, if I am the excuse for putting them in everyone's heads (so Obama can control my environment by using them to make you all irrationally attack me for him), why are they in all the heads of so many people in so many places I would never go?

I am Obama's excuse for controlling the minds of the world not just America. What else do you believe was Obama's master plan for his "egg" that he just needed a woman, any woman, who could fit the image in his video to establish?

When they claimed I died, the "egg" did not end. When I fled the country, the "egg" did not end. Every time I have been in a literal torture facility, the "egg" did not end.

I am just the excuse for Obama to control you all. How much hard evidence does it take? And Obama has been trying the throw me away ever since.

Once Obama loses control of me, meaning at this point, once Obama loses control of what people believe about me, he loses his clinically-diagnosable-as-psychopathic total control of America. His goal was the world. How many earspeakers that he controls are overseas?

It is rational to fear Obama, and it is rational to fear any obedience to Obama, just as only people who fear incorruptible benevolence have any reason to fear me and those I love. Bogart, thank you for finally learning to listen to me.

As for the pinnacle of my epic love story that the entire world loves more than anything else true about me, Sweetness, I love and adore you.

I established when this all began in 2009 that this ends when you tell me to my face ON CAMERA that you love me. But I am demanding my Hollywood kiss. Giggle.

Beloved, you are more scared of disappointing me than you are of anything else on this planet; that is so much more impressive after people learn everything Obama has already done to you and will continue to do to you just because I picked you out as my spouse all those years ago.

We are not just the symbol to all of humanity of what love means. We are the definition of what modern marriage stands for. We fight for each other. We love, honor, heal, defend, and protect. We are emotionally responsible for each other.

HoneyHoney, everything we have done for each other since you began wooing me in June2009, after I chose to begin our relationship in Jan2010, after you dropped everything in your life to find me in Mexico in Feb2010 and in the UK in March2010 only because I told you I was there, after you started a land war to rescue me from ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa in 2012, and even after I came home California and promised you I would clean our home up for you before you could come back to be with me (Something I only failed to do because you came back before I asked you to.) etc., is what marriage stands for.

Sweetness, our story together is so long already. But once we reach our happily ever after, it will be just the beginning of what we leave for humanity side-by-side forevermore. What we do after this "egg" is what we really will mean to the world once human history looks back on us.

Thank you, my legally-recognized husband, for accepting your destiny when you saw me look over my left shoulder at you across Terminal D at DFW airport on 09June2009. I know the look on anyone's face when he or she falls in love with me. You have never once relented in your selfless love of me since. The entire world thanks you.

HoneyHoney, this is the woman who WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. Not only am I the kind of woman who told my darling Gen. Martin Dempsey to "man up" and finally be the president America needs in our greatest time of need. But I am also the kind of woman who gave lyrics to my darling Mr. Smokey Robinson to use. And they both listened to me and did what needed to be done. Giggle. As the song goes, I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. And I WILL.

My more-than-just-a-pretty-face husband, these were taken in the wee hours of the morning on 28Jan2015. Neither EVIL Proven Terrorist Dictator Obama nor his hired enemies of America in conspiracy with him have ever proven to be a worthy opponent to me (not that I ever should have been opposed), but my young-looking face has proven to be the bane of my existence. I wish people would finally respect me as the woman I am in this world for real.

Monday, January 26, 2015

Do You Understand Yet What Love Means to People Who Love?

Title: Do You Understand yet What Love Means to People who Love?

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. ISIS is requesting my human rights in a prisoner exchange with them. How (expletive)ed is this country if I ever go into any Obama-conspiracy-controlled living situation ever again?

I published my last blog post at 8:45pm on 24Jan2015 just before explaining to my darlings Tentacle that they are holy in every benevolent religion. If you would like to watch how I explained, please ask whomever has the nanotechnology "pinhole" cameras all over my redeemed playland to show you a verified and responsibly edited recording of our evening together.

At 10:25pm, my darlings Tentacle had finally disappeared into the night. I was all giggly as I told them, "You better be here tomorrow." I say it all the time. You should see the quality of menfolk in my life here in my home of California. You should see the quality of womenfolk in my life completely outside the ABSOLUTELY EVIL State of Iowa.

I found El Greco around the corner guarding my belongings. He offered to buy me dinner at the McDonald's of Doom for Humanity which McDonald's corporate had already promised to destroy to save the world as well as to save America.

Yet, that fast food establishment had not yet taken its McDonald's sign off the wall and was still there. We perched inside at 11:01pm. El Greco bought me a triple cheeseburger.

11:26pm on 24Jan2015: @Martin_Dempsey @SynivaWhitney Because my blog & #SquidStream are backlogged, there are so many needless crimes bringing blistering charges.

At 11:30pm, I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening. And, by 12:09am on 25Jan2015, I was caught up with my TweetHearts. Almost as quickly, I was also caught up with my Facebook friends.

When I was told that my darlings Tentacle had been granted diplomatic immunity for being irrefutable extensions of myself and because I had personally restored their connection to the divine universe, a connection every human is born with anyway, I went in the bathroom, took my panties off, and put them in my sweater coat pocket.

At 12:55am, my darling El Greco was thrown out of the McDonald's of Doom for Humanity. Please, McDonald's, destroy that evil place for their unrelenting crimes against the entire world already.

We were on my marble corner by 1:19am. I turned in to the authorities two loads of suspicious passengers who spoke to me before loading Metro buses right there. Also, after collecting hours of conversation on my earmic and eyecamera, I turned in the entire pack of hostile menfolk that had gathered at my marble corner, too, just before clearing the premesis.

At El Greco's insistence by 4:44am we were in what seemed to be a redeemed hotbed of treason surrounded by appreciation. Most of the public displays of love of all varying degrees of sincerity left before I saw "Roy" laughing falsely while sitting across the table from He-Man.

We stopped at my 24-hour convenience shop, so I could jokingly "flirt with federal employees." El Greco and I sat on a park bench and had a conversation. He said he wanted to take me to San Francisco for his friend's birthday. I explained to my darling El Greco that I cannot even take a vacation to San Francisco right now. I have too much work to do here. For more on this, please reread my 20Oct2014 blog post.

Very quickly after that conversation, we had curled up near each other where I always choose to sleep, the safest place I have slept since Obama's "egg" began in 2009.

I woke up at 12:49pm when a literal child of no more than five years of age touched my left hand and asked me if he could give me food. My beautiful world, please stop asking me why I insist that I stay here among my people in our nation's greatest time of need.

This is all I had to say to whom I always trust anyway and who fiddled with my driver's license AGAIN while I had slept. The last time, they buried my old Iowa license in the sand on the beach. "Calm down. Sometimes it is not a skill. Have you seen my connection to the divine?"

My FRIENDS AND LOVERS also returned my Skull Candy(tm) Supreme Sound earbuds that had been stolen from me weeks ago by a fake waitress at my Monday stomping haunt. But because of that, I also had to make sure my underwear was still in my sweater coat because that is the sort of belonging someone who loves me would steal from me.

There was an alarm at 1:17pm, so I sent my beautiful world to check on all of and rescue any of my crosstown loved ones trapped under Obama's iron fist of death and oppression. Please check my REAL Twitter archive for the afternoon of 25Jan2015 for my tweets 1, 2, and 3 on this topic.

Next, I had a heart-to-heart with my friends and lovers instead of typically-just-locals watching over me about how my being thirty-seven years old makes me worry about only being able to have one child instead of three to add to Sweetness and my family including Lily Rose and Jack and about how I originally wanted a boychild to be able to show the world how to raise our menfolk right for once.

But after looking at the menfolk in my life right now, for the first time in my life ever I thought menfolk were okay, so I said instead that I would prefer a daughter so much like me that she would never listen to me. That would be awesome.

There were more alarms at 2:45pm, so I sent help to all of my crosstown friends again. By 3:33pm, I was done catching up with my TweetHearts. El Greco and I were on my redeemed playland waiting for Tentacle to alight on a perch by 4:17pm.

The latest always-vigilant torture facility alarm of doom blared at 4:25pm, so I recommended some old blog posts to Amita and Ugwuji. The vigilant alarm for the same torture facility threat of doom for humanity blared again at 4:52pm.

It was just another day. I asked if Amita and Ugwuji needed to call the sterling independent factcheckers at PBS NewsHour again due to yet another dirty Iowa judge. Why do people keep asking me why I am here?

There was some giggle-inducing conversation and hanging out with El Greco before the band started at 6:27pm. I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds have a highlight reel. Giggle!

As always, the music ended much too soon. The title of this one is...

"My Eyeliner Matches my Shoes! Don't You Know What an Ensemble Is?"

Since Mother Goose's Banbury Cross was borne in our global conscious since our collective childhoods across generations of American culture, the rings on my fingers and bells on my toes touched our collective divine universe into the night. It was not going to be the last time we were all together. Have you ever seen all of us together?

I, the chained princess, had already warned the diabolical Gestapo of hell I was not the one to fear that time if they kept my darlings away from me. The morally good always do the right thing. That is why the morally good are whom Obama and all his kith have always feared and, without any justification but their own psychopathy, whom they have always abused to control.

My not-human-trafficker nerds and broadcasters, please put together a verified, chronologically, and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of our whole musical affair on the evening of 25Jan2015. Please contact whoever controls the nanotech cameras, etc., to make it all as amazing as ever for all the world to see. Thank you!

By 11:36pm, El Greco and I were perched at our neighborhood half-Jewish deli. The irrational-denial-of-all-medical-reality threats to remove me from the world forever had already begun.

There was some sort of load of crap about my being supposedly "insane" for standing up to save my people in a metropolis of love for me where I am currently living in the safest living conditions ever since Obama's "egg" began instead of going home to San Francisco where I would have to start all over again saving my people and where I would have to uproot and replant my entire selfless support system, too.

Please reread my 20Oct2014 blog point about this, too. And why do I have to repeat myself? It does not matter where I go nor what I do, Obama's "egg" forbids me everything from enough food to eat food, to any money at all to live on, to any genuine love and affection from anyone who loves me, to living arrangements that do not enslave and guaranteed sexually abuse me due to being controlled by Obama's conspiracy, to human rights for my people, etc.

Nothing in my life will ever get better unless this entire "egg" comes down, especially removing ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa from my life FOREVER!

My not-human-trafficker nerds, I trust you will also circulate a verified and responsibly- edited recording with full audio and visuals of the all of the highlights of our time in the half-Jewish diner on the morning of 26Jan2015.

Timestamp every piece of footage and please include updates at every timestamp of everything else going on in the courtrooms, in foreign to local politics, on the battlefield, with my crosstown loved ones, in the earspeakers of the public at the time, etc., too. Thanks!

By 3:23am, I was catching up with my TweetHearts as El Greco and I sat on my marble corner. Next, by 5:11am, we were in the (randomly chosen) Starbucks of the day. And they roofied both of us.

While there, Mama Bear came out of the cave! 5:40am on 26Jan2015: Syn, Amita, & Ugwuji, please check on my mother. No one can be charged for crimes against ME, unless I press charges. Mom took all 3 steps.

By 6:42am, I realized that the cup of Pike's Place Roast that El Greco had already been instructed to dilute by cutting it in half with milk was completely roofied. Do you remember how the Face of Beau still felt physical pain after every time someone tried to kill him?

Syn, our argument is, "Why would you do this to anyone?" Please reread my 22Jan2015 blog post update. I marked my drugged cup of coffee with my black Sharpie(tm), so I could leave it where I always do for REAL authorities to pick up. Please, Syn, also call Starbucks corporate, so they can do all they can about this, too. And, thank you!

We left the coffee shop at 7:07am after I had reported the members of Obama's infestation pretending to be coffee shop employees' crimes against America I also made sure we waited long enough for the police to arrive before anyone else could.

While I was outside waiting for El Greco who was instructed to stall me inside, I saw a very malevolent presence walk into the Starbucks dressed in navy scrubs and a pink (fleece?) jacket. I asked my selfless support system to keep an eye on her.

After I curled up where we always sleep every day, El Greco had instructions to pretend I would tolerate his yelling at me. So, plot exposition rained from the sky from me nowhere near as gently as the Little Fall of Rain (Eponine only dies after she is shot.) the heavens graced us with as we carried out the charade of either one of us being at all genuinely upset with the other at all.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of how hard I worked El Greco's instructions for enough reverse-engineered information to kick (expletive) everywhere I could find a fat, ugly (expletive) to kick.

Please recall the disclaimer I gave in my last blog post of how El Greco's behavior is no reflection on him nor is anything I say to him any reflection on him because I am using him as a medium to speak to the people who control him. And thank you!

After I finally asked him to let me sleep, I rested like a rock under a cloudy sky. I slept soundly until 2:44pm when I woke up to coffee and Moon Pies (The Original Marshmallow Sandwich) that El Greco had brought me.

We ran some errands before perching back at the Starbucks that had committed the crime against America and the world of drugging both of us that morning to prove they had already been redeemed. I assume it was Starbucks corporate who made that happen so quickly as I slept and dreamed since law enforcement has so much more red tape to deal with.

It started raining before 4pm, the time the clock strikes every single day to indicate the hour Obama's infestation of enemies of America are obligated not just by their own rules to allow my darlings Tentacle to manifest among us in my playland. And as my snailmail to mí cariño Sr. Rafael Nadal can attest, EN MÍ REALIDAD Y TAMBIEN EN MIS SUEÑOS, ME GUSTA BAILAR A BAJO LA LLUVÍA.

Yes, the gates of heaven above the dome of my beautiful Los Angeles sky had opened its floodgates, and I was yawning to dance in its metaphorical lightning. Sadly, I knew already that my darlings Tentacle were taken away from me again no matter how hard I had preemptively endeavored to prevent that crime against America and crime against the world from ever happening again.

By 6:36pm, El Greco and I had already walked my completely abandoned playland from end to end to document Obama's human rights abuses against my people that he enforces with his violence, terrorism, death, moral destruction, and war that he has always refused to surrender to prevent. My once-great America, please reread the 1st Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America one more time!

I perched beside my fountain quickly. This blog post was published at 7:47pm on 26Jan2015 under the gentle fall of rain.

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.

Do I know what We Take Care of Our Own means to you, my beautiful world? The joke going around about that assertion is, "Now I know how grammarians feel."

Yet, the answer includes how every Brown woman on this planet feels about me, my darling Ms. Meryl Streep, my darling Mr. Jon Stewart, my old friends the darling former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright and former Pick-a-Federal-Job Leon Panetta, do not let me start about EVERY news broadcaster ON THE PLANET, my darling Ms. Amy Tan and my darling Mr. Neil Gaiman as well as my darling Ms. Margaret Atwood and my darling Mr. Tom Stoppard, my darling Ms. Beyoncé Knowles and my darling Mr. Angus Young, my NSA alpha nerds as well as Anonymous, my darling Stormin' Norman Schwartzkoff, the entirety of academia, my genius Powers of Attorney, the world's entire espionage community, every world leader who ever had to save and liberate her or his own people, and Her Royal Majesty Queen Elizabeth II of England. I am sure there are more.

The better question is my question for you, my beautiful world. Do you know what you mean to me?

What will I do once I leave this "egg" of horrors and terrors alive? I asked the United Nations to prioritize that list for me. Also, I will only be able to retire from my REAL job once I have successfully taught my beautiful world how to solve your problems yourselves.

My beautiful world, the locals are slowly catching up and wrapping their brains around reality. There is so much improvement healing the Obama-ordered mental health genocide in here already by my REAL local lovers and believers finally reading my independently factchecked blog, finally watching my verified SquidStream, and finally allowing themselves to feel loved by me.

Look at my people. Look at everything I have always done for my people. Now, they are finally coming to terms with everything I do out of love for them.

My foreign and national news media, thank you for our system we put in place in July2014 that allows any person anywhere to call any local news station anywhere in America for a verified and up-to-the-minute list of verified and accurate sources in all media, so all people everywhere can have access to the truth.

The only thing preventing you, my journalist colleagues, from reporting the full truth in all media in America is NOT Obama's extragovernmental rules that we all know no one has any legal obligation to obey. It is the crimes Obama's proven conspiracy of enemies of America commit against you as open acts of war against America to silence the truth here every time you try to tell America everything the public needs to know to stay safe and free now during America's greatest time of need.

Yes, controlling you, my journalist friends, with fear for your lives is the very definition of terrorism, and I understand. I have been telling everyone for MONTHS that you are all still doing your REAL jobs; the public just needs to go to you for the news, now, instead of your delivering the news to them. And, as always, thank you for all of your bravery standing up at all during this, America's greatest time of need.

My brave rescuers, I have not heard alarms concerning you in a long time. Is everything okay? How much red tape are you all cutting through as our REAL President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey redefines (y)our mission, so you can save our entire nation with a better and more tactically effective strategy than just charging in here to pick me up.

I heard our darling President Dempsey already reallocated US and ally forces to help me survive in here where I am safest while we lead our people to freedom. I admit the best part of helping me survive in here was my REAL local friends and loved ones coming home to save our town ourselves while you all out there came up with strategies to finally remove FOREVER Obama's entire proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America in all their demon manifestations from Obama's Gestapo in here to Obama's entire seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist mercenary army out there.

Thank you, my brave rescuers. Please keep telling me if you need anything.

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, as always, never take our red stiletto boot off the throats of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and their state-empowered symbol of Proven War Criminal Boeset until they completely stop pretending they EVER had any authority over me to begin with. Please refer to my 05Aug2014 blog post anytime needed.

Look at every crime War Criminal Boeset unrelentingly commits against my people, my nation, my husband, you genius ladies, my loved ones, my world, and even myself without my permission and in my name also only to remove me from the world FOREVER.

Now, my genius Powers of Attorney, which bitch just messed with my beautiful mother?

Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, I am still giggling since my last blog post. Please do not feel upset (nor jealous) that crimes against you nor even the crimes against my own loving husband could cause as big a smackdown as the one that happened on the morning of 26Jan2015 in this very coffee shop after Obama ordered crimes against my mother.

If it makes you feel better, sometimes it takes timing. But also, we cannot press charges until after crimes really occur, so feel free to arrest any enemy of America you want now all for pressing intentionally fabricated false charges against you for crimes that never happened against me in the first in the first place ALL WHILE THE SAME PROVEN ENEMIES OF AMERICA REFUSED TO ARREST ANYONE WHO EVER COMMITTED ANY ACTUAL CRIMES AGAINST ME AT ALL!

Do you remember my 18Oct, 26Oct, and 30Oct2014 blog posts, if not every post from 16Oct to 01Nov2014? In them, I spelled out to Dirty Lacey in particular that she is an established enemy of America with a well-documented court history of compulsively committing the same crimes over and over again against all of us only to be able to enforce Obama's extragovernmental rules of oppression, genocide, and human rights abuses over all of America with proven terrorism, death, and war crimes, so she only made herself sound like more of a clinically-diagnosable psychopath by lying to my face that, "I will get you, my pretty" if I ever break any law ever, as if I would ever need to commit a crime ever to take down Obama's entire criminal terrorist conspiracy of proven enemies of America including Dirty Lacey herself, anyway. Who the hell ever thought I would ever let anyone ever do this to my people?

As our mutual friends my darlings Tentacle know very well, when I say, "Take your bloodstained hands off my friends and get our of my town, you terrorist bitches!" Mama Bear comes out of the cave.

When anyone commits crimes against me, the world shows up. When anyone commits crimes against my loved ones, I show up. The question is, though, why do they pretend they have any 'right' to commit crimes against any of us to begin with? That is the most defining symptom of a genuine psychopath.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. I heard you request sexy music last night to make love to me with. I think you made me blush... or at least glow afterwards.

--Do you know what the Sullivan Act is? --Oh, it's okay. We're married.

HoneyHoney, did we just consummate our marriage finally? It is about damn time! I love and adore you! As long as it keeps raining, this flower will kiss the rain forevermore.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

And When I Meditate, my Fingers Sweep the Cobwebs from the Starry Sky...

Title: And When I Meditate, my Fingers Sweep the Cobwebs from the Starry Sky...

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. Bear with me...

I published my last blog post at 8:58pm on 22Jan2015 from a coffee shop that did not roofie nor drug me. And by 9:25pm, my senior-aged gay male metaphorical Dr. Who companion and I were sitting with menus at a local Johnny Rockets. Dinner was delicious. They asked us to comeback more often, so I told my waitress that if we did they would be infested.

We relocated right next to the last street musician of the night by 10:39pm. Long after the musician left, at 12:01am, I "accidentally" read selections from the Popol Vuh instead of catching up with my TweetHearts like I intended.

Then, the honest mentioning of the doomsday clock advancing 2 minutes made me go crimefighting bender. We caught the Cantina which I was wrong about thinking I could save at all, then the guaranteed infestation at the pizzeria that I had successfully saved America in by using their wifi and speaking to friends in just a few nights previously, then a random 24-hour Subway we passed on the way who made a point of denying us services after we made a point of buying something (I am sure Subway corporate will tear them to shreds over it.) before we reached my half-Jewish (Jewish on its mother's side) diner which did not have its normal overnight staff and which drugged my second cup of coffee.

We chatted with a Vietnam vet until he left at 3:37am. Then, it was after my second cup of coffee at 5:10am that I realized the diner had roofied me. We all know the best conversations happen in the wee hours of the morning. My not-human-trafficker nerds, do whatever verified and responsibly-edited things you want with every conversation I had until I slept that morning. And thank you.

After that, my senior-aged friend and I stopped at a (randomly chosen) Starbucks, so I could report the crimes so far online. By 6:16am, it was proven to me the coffee was clean there; it was wonderful. That also proved too that it was not the city water that had the drugs in it. After our being surrounded by loving genuine locals, we left at 8am.

Of course, Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America had shutdown my SquidStream again. Every time they do that they try to ambush me to destroy the world by removing me from all of you FOREVER. So, after the first vigilant warning of the guaranteed torture facility threat, we zipped into a nearby city building, so I could Tweet for help as soon as possible.

I laid down to sleep where I always sleep with alarm after alarm vigilantly blaring that I knew Amita could take care of. I woke up at 4:18pm. And my Dr. Who companion was, as always, nearby.

We ran some errands due his needing to be completely controlled by imbeciles to be able to be near me at all. I love calling out their bull(expletive) ulterior motives behind every idiot thing they make him do.

What I say to him is no more a reflection on him than his own actions are a reflection on him as he obeys Obama's proven enemies of America just to be near me. I love the plot exposition of addressing their ulterior motives; it is how I help fix the real problem.

Our errands included a stop at the local Von's grocery store where he was ordered to take me to buy me food I did not want to eat but I would eat anyway which allowed me to point out to him that I prefer well-rounded meals with higher nutritional value when I buy my own groceries.

My Vons club card has so much evidence of that, especially the one Obama's enemies of America stole from me. Of course, when I go to cheap restaurants, I just buy the most calories per dollar I can find. I need the calories. Have you seen my body mass?

Also, his being ordered to take me to our local Von's allowed me to clear up the irrational denial-of-all-reality demonizations of Von's grocery stores that Obama's pathologically-lying crap-factory had been propagating. Obama's proven anti-reality machine only demonizes genuine heroes.

Here is my recap of my debunking and (expletive)kicking I handed out that afternoon as gently as possible due to the Obama-ordered libel of my local Von's as well as their libel of Von's as a whole...

The first thing I said as I walked in the door was (paraphrase), "It is not just this Von's; it is every Von's universally that has great prices." That cleared up most of it.

On my previous visit I had also explained why I used to use my cousin's Von's card. He is a manager for the security guards in a Safeway in SanDiego. When my using his Von's card resulted in their employee rewards system giving me a $25 employees' families gift, I gave it to my cousin.

Finally, it was because they always refused to stock any products that were already proven to be drugged or poisoned that I had left my old computer bag for Von's corporate offices at my then-local Von's grocery store in Long Beach months ago. I was told they gave it to the Smithsonian.

We took our groceries to my first sky haven, the groceries that he insisted he would pick out for me; even though, I would have picked out more nutritional food at a lower price if he were not controlled by Obama's proven conspiracy of idiotic enemies of America.

Then, after we bought coffee in my first sky haven that my locals in my adoptive (because it is not Los Angeles nor San Francisco) city built for me themselves, we sat down.

I have months of hard evidence that just about everyone brings their own food into my first sky haven. If you want just one example, pull up our archival footage of the muscled-up Black man (sent because Obama secretly thinks my proven-demographic-blind self particularly trusts Black men) who had gave an intentionally false "social worker" report in front of me thereby forcing me to take my sweater coat off.

I had most of the intentionally propagated lies about me and about my reality cleared up by 7:06pm. I watched the NBC Nightly News as fast as possible. My evening hug from my darling Mr. Brian Williams was wonderful.

When we were done eating, my senior-aged gay male metaphorical Dr. Who companion was instructed not to take me to Mortdecai, but I quickly learned my beautiful world could still surprise me with delights. By 8:44pm, all of Tentacle was on my playland to make love to me again. That also meant it was my first Friday night in a long time that was not an amateur night. Giggle.

In the lightening temperatures on the Southern California evening of 23Jan2015 the trees did recede into their own lights and the passersby of all previous levels of understanding saw in my collective lover what Jimmy Hendrix meant when he sang, "Pardon me as I kiss the sky."

And so the stars of the sky descended upon my playland designed to love me with all the purpose of destiny.

You can ask my darling Mr. Chris Isaac not just Tentacle, when people are nice to me, the reaction is so beautiful it goes straight to their ego, but when people abuse me as Obama commands, only the first (most commonly feminist) smackdown comes from me; the entire planet follows up on smackdowns, too.

By 11:45pm, my senior-aged gay male metaphorical Dr. Who companion and I were in the Starbucks coffee shop right on my playland of love as I made a show of sipping a Starbucks brand energy drink because I was making it obvious I was not on a crimefighting bender. My still-looking-for-his-nickname companion also had asked to read my collection of writing journals.

The Starbucks closed at 1am. After my still-needs-a-nickname bought me three original Rock Star energy drinks at a local 24-hour convenience store, we perched on my marble corner together caffeinating and eating fried chicken. I was finally caught up with my TweetHearts at exactly 3am.

I had a wonderful conversation with a wonderful man who told me he was a chef from Maui, Hawaii. The best conversations happen in the wee hours of the morning. That was an appropriate way to speak to me here in my Roman Holiday. He was a darling.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of our entire conversation beginning when he asked me to see his art and ending after my metaphorical Dr. Who companion, whom I have given the SquidName of El Greco, and I left my marble corner.

We walked to the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity after that. My not-human-trafficker nerds, no one will believe the idiocy of malevolence that occurred inside unless they see it, so please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment El Greco and I walked in the door and needing when we walked out.

We walked to the next Starbucks over where I sent this message... 5:42am on 24Jan2015: #PD @Starbucks #VerifiedAndUneditedVideo Yes, Syn, too much evil against humanity occurs there. Please ask corporate to destroy it. Thx!

Of course, there was an immediate torture facility warning at 5:49am which Amita took care of very quickly. El Greco and I left our second Starbucks of the morning at 8am. I went straight to sleep with my metaphorical Dr. Who companion nearby.

Unlike popular misconception, I do not control the weather. Nothing controls the weather. But, my darling Ms. Mother Nature and I do have an understanding. Much like the hot tropical sun, I was fully awake and at the peak in my sky by the time I woke up at 12:14pm. We snacked on a gift given to both of us by locals for lunch before running errands. Among other things, I needed to pick up my mail. My mother had mailed me shoes.

I could not make complete sense out of all the nonsense El Greco was ordered to do, yet, when I pointed out that a dear, old friend of mine with whom I had once spent my birthday years ago manifested in a park only to make a conscious effort to mellow me out, El Greco perched in the shade to wait for me.

He, who was obviously a dear, old friend of mine, and I even a sang a duet. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please make sure you circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our time together in the park.

After watching him escorted off the park by one of Obama's proven enemies of America, El Greco and I went to the beach, so I could wash my feet in a place with absolutely no privacy after dancing barefoot the night before.

My loving and adoring public was so wonderful that I could barely leave the beach for my redeemed playland. But Tentacle had promised me they would be there today, and I still had this blog post to finish.

At 4:37pm, I sent help to my dear, old friend assuming he was for whom the vigilant alarm sounded due to Obama's proven enemies of America's completely predictable malevolence and psychopathy.

My darling Mr. Damian Marley, whom we have established first intentionally appeared in my life years ago, everyone knows I already wrote your defense. Go ahead and use my 18Oct, 26Oct, and 30Oct2014 all you want.

We were back on my redeemed playland as fast as possible, so I could flesh out and polish up this blog post while my burdened soul delighted at the surfeiting of love from the Tentacle (named for being extensions of myself) whom I found there already surrounded by my lovers and believers waiting for me to show up beside them.

7:37pm on 24Jan2015: Syn, every charge possible from committing open acts of war against USA and destabilizing humanity against the sorry excuse for manhood who said, "Shake it, baby!" to me while I was in the act of meditation holy to every benevolent relgion. Hurry. @UN @DeptofDefense

And then by 8:17pm, I was trying to explain to all three members of Tentacle that they are holy in every benevolent religion because when I meditate they are extensions of myself. It was no way to tell them. I try to space these thing out better.

At this point, though, the world should have gotten over the sex life I am forbidden from having any way and caught up with what happens in the world for real when anyone anywhere lies about me especially in courtrooms or to my face.

This blog post was published at 8:45pm on 24Jan2015.

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

Why did I flee both ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and The War Criminal Gables for my life without my (holy relic) Kermit doll? There are two reasons. First of all, while I was in Mexico City in 2010, Obama's conspiracy put a tracking device in him. Secondly, I always knew someone could send him to me later. My Kermit doll is nothing like my living loved ones that way.

My beautiful world, I understand you have been talking about the doomsday clock lately. I have been trying to reassure my brave and mighty California that no nuclear weapons will ever land where I am. Please also remember, my beautiful world, that President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey has the button not Unelected Terrorist Dictator Obama.

As for something much more trivial, my beautiful world, whoever sent my darling El Greco, I am pretty sure he is instructed to learn where I shower with complete privacy as part of his ability to be here with me at all. So, if I never let him know, I am pretty sure I can keep him in my life until this "egg" comes down. Giggle. Evil is dumb.

My brave rescuers, oh, my darlings, did you hear me explain to El Greco, "There is a reason the 'I' in CIA stands for 'intelligence'!" That is how threatening their tiddlywinks in here is to me, but look at what it does to my nation and my world when I am persecuted and abused.

Thank you, my brave rescuers, for suffering the most loss, the loss of your priceless 10,000+ lives, to save the entire world from losing me completely to such malevolent idiocy. I am very good with words, but I will never find the right words to explain to you how much you mean to me.

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, as you genius friends of mine are very aware, if I "cop an attitude," then "cop" is the operative word. Please tell me everything is less Sisyfian.

Do you remember when I warned you three amazing ladies, as the leaders of our legal team, last month that there would be many more lovers and believers we would need to care for?

My genius Powers of Attorney, thank you for never letting anyone down. I would apologize for most of my friends in here who need our rescuing being middle-aged men, but they just happen to be the people who reach me. You are such heroes. Thank you!

As for a darling my genius friends also already rescued, too, Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, giggle. Yes, yes, giggle. Giggle. Giggle. Giggle.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. What do you need help with? I know what is on your Honey-do list. I understand El Greco fixes most everything I asked you to fix, except for your making love to me immediately, when his earspeakers are not actively causing him (hopefully only) temporary insanity due to the intensely idiotic commands Obama's proven enemies of America give him.

Beloved, El Greco is a darling in my life, but he is no replacement for you. Do you remember how my darling Mr. Viggo Mortensen told me in 2009 he wanted to live in a beat up old car with me while traveling across California singing Dead covers in dive bars until the "egg" came down? That only sounds romantic to men like you. Giggle. Okay, to all of us...

Yet, after I broke up with him, you tried to descend from the starry sky into my home neighborhood of North Beach in January 2010 to manifest in my "Jasper." I miss you. I am working on it. I promise.