Title: Still Alive and Kicking
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; 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. No, I never died. No, I never resurrected from the dead. I have always been here. Have you been listening to the REAL me? Or have you been listening to Obama's lies about me? I have always been here kicking to end Obama's "egg."
Please, my beautiful world, call your local news station and ask for a copy of my current résumé. Look at all of the awards my blog has won while you were watching a fat, ugly porn star who claimed she was me.
SynSyn, please include my full curriculum vitae here:
The REAL me is a stunningly gorgeous woman who hates being sexually objectified. Please check my blog archive for all the years of my life you missed. Stop cheapening me with Obama's lies.
USA. Racial profiling like this is why our Muslim youth feel so alienated that they join ISIS. America, you need to learn to love our vast diversity instead of irrationally fearing those of us different from you.
I am an atheist. I was raised Catholic. Yet, I now have a self-identified people who follow me as though I am a deity among them. I am considered holy in every benevolent religion. You should speak to Mormons about me some time.
I do not fear Muslims. No one should. If a precocious teenager builds a clock from scratch and wants to show it off, his or her engineering skills and ambition should be celebrated.
Go back and reread Hamlet. In its original, Hamlet was a precocious teenager. He was sixteen years old. It was later because Burbage wanted to play him that his age was rewritten to thirty.
Shakespeare probably knew first hand what it was like to be a teenager alienated for having a high intellectual prowess. I know I identified the character of Hamlet with my teenage years as a "talented and gifted" student the first time I read the play.
Please try to understand it is hard enough being a teenager in America right now. Then, try to understand being a highly intelligent teenager. Then, try to understand being a highly gifted Muslim teenager.
We need to stop alienating our youth and love them instead. That is the best way to fight ISIS's highly successful recruiting practices. America, stop hating what is different from you. Love will save us all.
My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on 16Sep2015 from my bedroom. I was curled up and asleep by 1am. I slept until later that morning when I woke up for breakfast at 8am. By 8:21am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway.
My internet gnomes (Gnomes are underground elves.) played me Honey White by Morphine while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
I checked Twitter for world and national headlines and sipped my caffeine while working online until I had to relocate to the Pico Branch Library to stream the previous night's Late Show as I had promised my darling Mr. Stephen Colbert I would every morning that week at 9:30am.
I returned to my regular morning haunt at 10:21am. I walked inside for a cookie then perched on their patio to work further online.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my 11am until 11:05am on the morning of 16Sep2015. I read from the Popol Vuh, one of my favorite books.
I left my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, at 11:16am. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I napped in between. By 5:31pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
At 5:56pm, I was resting on the patio outside my local Famima with a cup of coffee. I listened to my darling Mr. Andrew Dorsey out on the Promenade until I needed to rustle up enough bandwidth to watch the news.
At 7:15pm, I tried streaming the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online, but due to the Republican Presidential Debate, I could not find the news.
So, by 7:34pm, I was on the patio of the Famima having snacks and coffee with Patricia and ODean. At 8:15pm, Red started playing. Then, I noticed that the NBC Nightly News for 16Sep2015 finally posted.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:45pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was warm and full of love. Thank you, Lester.
I eventually left the Promenade and caught the 10pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Thursday, 17Sep2015, and ate breakfast.
At 8:22am, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. My internet gnomes played me my darling late Marlene Dietrich's Falling in Love Again as fast as they could. I tweeted my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:40am.
I again relocated to the Pico Branch Library in Santa Monica to stream the previous night's Late Show at 9:30am. It was wonderful seeing my darling Ms. Carol Burnett still kicking as hard and as well as she does.
By 10:32am, I was back on the patio of my regular morning haunt where I worked online until 11:42am.
10:41am on 17Sep2015: #ThrowbackThursday 21June2013
I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon, and after a nap, at 4:54pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I talked with Maggie for a little bit after buying coffee and snacks at the Famima. I checked my makeup at the Sephora. By 6:09pm, I was perched beside Patricia out on a park bench on the Promenade working online.
After a lot of writing, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was as loving as ever. Sometimes I just need to know people listen to me when I speak. Thank you, Lester, for always listening.
At 7:52pm, I stopped in my local Famima to chat with my darling Handsome. I bought a cup of coffee. Patricia had said she would meet me there after I watched the news, and at 7:55pm she appeared.
Patricia told me FlamecoHands was playing just down the street outside of the Bravo Cucina, so we walked there. He was as genius as ever but only played until 8pm.
Patricia went home for the night, and I walked down to the next spot where FlamencoHands was going to play. He set up his gear outside of the Forever 21 and began tickling his Spanish guitar at 8:31pm.
He played until 9:33pm when he stopped early due to technical difficulties. He broke one of his strumming nails. At 10:04pm, we took the walk to his car, and he gave me a ride to my place. I was in my room by 10:42pm.
This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 18Sep2015 from my bedroom.
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.
How am I not dead? No one has anything to gain from killing me. Obama's power to control you all for years came from threatening me. If I were to actually die, Obama loses all of his ability to threaten me to control you all.
Yes, Obama loses his ability to control you by threatening my death if he ever actually kills me. Do you remember point (4) from my 03Aug2014 post...
Then, I had to debunk Obama's most compulisive lie AGAIN that he would kill me if the public does not choose to torture me, rape me, and suffer under his totalitarian rules just to make him happy. Does anyone read my blog? This has been dealt with SO MANY TIMES ALREADY!
1.) This same, worn-out, empty threat on my life is Obama's most compulsive lie because it is how he manipulates the world into committing crimes against me and against themselves for him. Stop allowing Obama to have this power to destroy us. Stop listening to this empty threat that only comes from pathological liars anyway.
2.) I need to be protected from EVERYTHING Obama orders be done to me. If Obama's criminal terrorists say they will kill me unless X, Y, and Z happens, then I and the entire world need to be protected from X, Y, and Z at all costs.
3.) We know this threat is completely empty because my actual death, as opposed to a war-crime-level calumny that I am dead when I clearly am not, would precipitate the wrath of the entire world directly against Obama and his criminal terrorist conspiracy causing their immediate and unconditional demise. Obama fears my death because, no matter how I die, he will be blamed for it.
4.) This one takes a little logic. If Obama were ever to actually kill me, he would lose his ability to manipulate you all so effectively through his always threatening my murder. Obama has no power to psychopathically control all of you nor even me if I am dead. Obama does not want my death. He wants me destroyed. That is why he is so desperate to make his calumny-as-coverups stick to me to lock me in a mental institution with absolutely no honest medical justification to use that psych ward as a torture facility for me where he can destroy my perfect, genius mind with electroshock at last. He does not want my death; he wants my destruction.
And finally, 5.) Who the hell lets anyone get away with threatening my life anyway? Press immediate criminal and civil charges against everyone who makes ANY threat against me, and go through all legal and official channels to make me safe from every danger Obama poses to me. You should all do this for yourselves, too, my beautiful world, any time any of you are threatened by Obama. Thank you.
How am I not dead? Who would ever let me die? Do you have any idea how badass my saturation of international operatives is in here? Assuming I can regain human rights as soon as possible, I will simply die of old age at 137 years old. Sweetness will be 151 when I pass away; he is forbidden from dying before I do.
Please understand I have no idea why anyone ever thought I died in the first place. I have always been here stunningly gorgeous and breathtakingly genius surrounded by a huge public the entire time, all of whom acknowledged I am the ONE AND ONLY by obeying Obama's rules around me.
Obama does not extragovernmentally (Extragovernmental means outside the government.) command, as America's first dictator, people to obey his (not laws just) "rules" around anyone but the REAL me. If you are committing the crime against America of obeying Obama's rules, you are acknowledging I am the REAL woman.
How do I feel about most people thinking I am dead? I have problems imaging how stupid someone would have to be to look at the REAL me living my REAL life every day and thinking I ever died. But that is how thick the lies about me have been since 2009.
I am the same stunningly gorgeous "No Dress Rehearsal" and genius "Octopus" I have always been.
With the same broadcasting equipment in my head that I have always had, I can only imagine how horribly libeled I have been for anyone to think I would 1) ever be a hooker, 2) ever be a stripper, 3) ever twerk, 4) ever break any law ever in my life, or 5) ever show any symptom of any mental illness ever.
I am love. I love you, my beautiful world. Please choose a date and time to universally disobey ALL "rules" everywhere, so you can set yourselves free of Obama's mental health genocide at last. You need all media in America to participate.
My beautiful world, I have always been here suffering. My greatest triumph so far is my successful escape from EVIL Iowa. The most EVIL people to ever exist in human history past, present, or future are contemporary Iowa.
Chronologically, our second greatest triumph will come when you all adhere to your date and time and universally disobey every damn "rule." I put Bogart in charge of organizing all media everywhere in America to accomplish this, and Bogart would never let me down.
My selfless support system, start pressing criminal charges against everyone who violates your human rights by keeping you, my brave rescuers, away from me. No, Obama's "rules" are not laws, only crimes against America.
Please reread the first five words of the First Amendment and, of course, all of the Fourteenth Amendment. It is impossible for there to be any laws that take away any rights spelled out as ours in any amendments.
Furthermore, when Obama bundled his "egg" into the bill that passed Congress to form the Affordable Care Act, he had instructed then Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi to vote on the bill WITHOUT reading it first, since Congress never would have established his "egg" otherwise.
The laws that built Obama's "egg" in Dec2009 were already repealed in Jan2013 in the Fiscal Cliff Bill, anyway.
That was our grounds for impeaching every president in spring 2013 down to the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff now President of the Unites States of America Martin Dempsey; the presidents we impeached just kept killing my brave rescuers enforcing "rules" already repealed from being laws.
Enforcing Obama's beyond unconstitutional "rules" at all costs to America of inalienable human rights, invaluable mental health, public social order, precious resources, and priceless human life just to be able to keep me Obama's rape-slave just to be able to keep already-impeached war criminal terrorist dictator Barack Obama in power is high crimes against America.
Enforcing Obama's "rules" is treason. It undermines the U.S. Constitution and it destroys America. How many people have to die fighting to save America before this "egg" that destroys this once-great nation is finally forced to end?
My selfless support system and brave rescuers, you pressed criminal charges before in 2013 for the enforcement of Obama's "rules" as your method of impeaching presidents until you found one who could and would support you. Press criminal charges again. Press them against Obama and all that prop him up.
We have the legal precedents that enforcing Obama's "rules" is illegal. Now, use the full force of the law to arrest, try, and convict ALL people everywhere enforcing Obama's "rules" and "egg." And, thank you. We need to force this "egg" to end, and those enforcing it are so drunk on their totalitarian power over America to ever stop on their own.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, please work with my selfless support system to identify all people enforcing Obama's "egg" and "rules." Then, arrest them all.
Obtain arrest warrants from the ICC for their crimes against their own people if the Department of Justice refuses to arrest them. The ICC exists to try people guilty of committing crimes against their own people when fair justice at home is impossible.
And, my gorgeous genius friends, allow them to redact nothing. Hire our own court reporters to keep verified personal records of everything that happens in the courtrooms if they insist on redacting anything. Use those personal records as evidence at the ICC. Only criminals fear the truth.
Thank you, my genius Powers of Attorney, I would be nothing without you.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, how often do YOU call my Powers of Attorney. We are all here for each other.
My darling MannedUp, I plan on seeing you tonight, 18Sep2015. The night should be gorgeous and epic. I am planning on showing my midriff, if you can handle it.
Yes, darling, I hate being sexually objectified, but when you find me sexy, you do not objectify me. I am very grateful for the high level of respect you all give me. Thank you for loving the REAL woman, for loving all of me, not just the lithe figure dancing to music you control.
My darling GeneralLee, I wish I could see you, darling. You told me so many times that I have to wait for Obama's "egg" to end before I can speak to you again. But I just want to dance to you tonight. You are in charge of making sure I can always meditate. Darling, bring me my inner peace wrought with your own hands again.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, again, my growing heroes, let us be together again.
My darling Bogart, how is the big hero doing today? Yes, darling, once you organize the date and time of universal disobedience to every "rule," you will be the biggest hero I have had so far. I know you would never let me down.
I keep you so busy, Bryan, but I know your priorities are on saving my people right now. And I thank you. There are things I cannot accomplish without help. Thank you for being someone I can count on.
My darling LightFoot, I heard you assert our relationship. Yes, you ARE my boyfriend. Yes, you ARE my royal consort. Yes, you ARE my Lancelot. Yes, I AM your girlfriend. Yes, we ARE in love. Yes, darling, yes. Thank you.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, I saw the YouTube video of you rocking out with our friends at the Hollywood Vampires debut. I love you. Yeah, get your inner rock star on.
Beloved, press criminal charges against every entity you can identify as a barrier between us. Please call the Secretary General of the United Nations and report every person you can identify as enforcing Obama's "egg" by keeping us apart. The UN already began their official investigation, so they can press international charges.
It is your job, my hero and my king, to rescue me from Obama's "egg" of rape and human trafficking. We need the wall Obama has built around me torn down, so you can reach me. Please help me remove the wall.
Sweetness, Obama and all his ilk will not stop until they are forced to. I have been here suffering inside Obama's "egg" this entire time. It is time for me to spread my wings and leave this horrible lack-of-living behind. Come get your wife.