Wednesday, September 16, 2015

The Great Divide

Title: The Great Divide

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. There seems to be a great divide in America between the people who believe Obama's lies about me and people enlightened with the truth.

There are people who believe I, "No Dress Rehearsal," died and was replaced with a fat, ugly hooker and porn star I have never been when in all reality I have been here suffering raped and enslaved inside Obama's "egg" the entire time.

READ OBAMA'S "RULES" BEFORE YOU CHOOSE TO OBEY THEM! You would not be extragovernmentally ordered to (expletive) all over me if I were not the original woman!

The fix that will unite our country instead of driving the great divide deeper is telling the full truth in all media.

Why is the truth forbidden while pornographic lies are ordered to be forced down the public's throats? Because the truth saves my life and because Obama has been spreading every lie possible to be able to throw me away since 2009.

Only criminals and con artists fear the truth. Please, my people, choose a date and time after which you will broadcast the full fact-checked truth in all media everywhere. We need to save America.

The only public who hate me are people who believe lies Obama spreads about me as instructed by Obama's extragovernmental war criminal terrorist conspiracy. We have a nation to save and unite with the truth. SET MY PEOPLE FREE of Obama's lies covering up his totalitarian oppression!

Europe. The entire world knows we can all do better. C'mon, my beautiful world. There are two steps to solving the refugee crisis. 1) Resolve the conflicts in Iraq, Syria, and Afghanistan. 2) Make sure the refugees can survive until they can go home safely.

I am a refugee away from EVIL Iowa. These starving, tired, and huddled masses are my family. My beautiful world, allow them to enrich your homes until we can fix the problems in their homes.

As for Iraq, Syria, and Afghanistan, take down the tyrants, change the culture of the terrorists by teaching them REAL power and influence comes from peace and love, and make ceasefires hold until the governments can be rebuilt as actually representative democracies.

I do not know if anyone can carry out step (1) without me, but you have me right now to help with step (2).

Sweetness, call this billionaire who is trying to buy the island to house the refugees, and help him build the infrastructure well but in a hurry that the island needs to house 100,000 refugees. They need houses, schools, hospitals, courts, and marketplaces.

United Nations, put a government on this island. We are going to build them a home. But it needs to be a safe, prosperous, and green self-sustaining home.

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Monday, 14Sep2015. I was curled up and asleep by 1am. I woke up later on Monday morning and had my contacts in by 7:14am.

At 7:23am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, streaming music, eating a breakfast sandwich, sipping the tasty coffee, greeting passersby, and working online.

I had a lot of work to do and as a result had a very productive morning. The first song my internet gnomes played me was the Chiffons' My Boyfriend's Back, and they played me Milk It by Nirvana while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

Yes, I did some singing along. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my morning of 14Sep2015 beginning at 9:13am and ending at 9:49am.

I worked there online until 10:01am when I had to return to my place to sort out a mess with my meds. Yes, it was a very productive morning.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, by 3:04pm. I ran some errands, and there were two torture facility alarms by 3:22pm.

At 3:37pm, I had bought a Rock Star Energy drink from my darling Handsome and was perched on the patio of the Famima gossiping with Maggie.

The third torture facility alarm vigilantly blared by at 3:50pm. My loving locals were worried about something. My Powers of Attorney took care of it quickly.

By 4:52pm, I was on a park bench beside ODean. He invited me to hear him sing karaoke at the Liquid Kitty that night. After that, I had a very good chat with Maggie about religion.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of our very friendly and amicable chat about gay marriage and religion. Begin when Maggie mentioned the Pope wants to visit the U.S. and end when I got up to use the restroom. That is how civilized people have conversations on topics where they have entrenched differences.

After a little window shopping, I sat down beside Patricia on a park bench at 6:28pm. We had a lovely chat about the weather before ODean joined us. It was a great day for conversations.

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, and it sounded like he was asking me to help the refugees flooding into Europe. I will see what I can do, Lester, and thank you for thinking I can help.

Shortly after 8:07pm, I sat down in front of Red, my country/western Americana singer, and was in the middle of a Spanglish (Espangles) conversation with the middle aged man next to me by 8:22pm when the vigilant torture facility alarm blared by.

8:22pm on 14Sep2015: #TortureFacilityAlarm. #SquidsPoA, teach them to leave me alone. #BlisteringCounterCharges @NIH and @NewsHour, please see if they need help.

I eventually left Red, and at 9:58pm, I was on the patio of my local Steak'N'Shake with a glass of water, an original double'n'cheese, and handcut French fries.

I was on a bus by 10:23pm, and by 10:49pm, I was sipping a bourbon neat at the Liquid Kitty giggling with ODean. There was this fat, ugly (expletive) there at karaoke night with a weak voice that people kept calling me. I was offended.

(Expletive)es gotta learn, if you go to karaoke nights pretending to be me, first of all, you would not be singing at a karaoke night, but if I were to be singing at a karaoke night, it would be Led Zeppelin while simultaneously sipping a bourbon neat; and, I would be wearing couture. Dumb, ugly (expletive)es!

ODean's buddy Jeff gave me a ride to my place at 1:34am. A sprinkle of a rain had just begun. I was curled up and asleep by 2am.

I woke up on Tuesday, 15Sep2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. And by 8:22am, I was seated on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, sheltered from the downpour while I sipped my caffeine and worked online. It had rained the entire morning so far.

I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:32am, and not long later my internet gnomes were playing me Do or Die by Thirty Seconds to Mars.

I needed to relocate to the Pico Branch Library by 9:30am, so I could watch the previous night's Late Show just as I had promised my darling Mr. Stephen Colbert I would. Supreme Court Justice Stephen Breyer was truly inspiring.

By 10:39am, I was back at my regular morning haunt where I worked online until 11:01am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a nap and was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:32pm.

I bought dinner at the Famima. Then did some window shopping before sitting down next to Patricia at 5:17pm and using FaceTime to talk to my mom. Patricia and I paused to talk to ODean at 5:37pm on our way back to the Famima. Then, we chatted on their patio over coffee.

At 6:24pm, on my way to the Sephora I found FlamencoHands where he was setting up getting ready to play. After checking my makeup, I was beside him on a park bench by 6:38pm.

Next, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My darling Mr. Lester Holt himself gave me my nightly cyberhug, and it was heroic. Sometimes, I just need someone to listen to me talk a solution through out loud. Lester, thank you for always listening.

I returned to my darling FlamencoHands who played until 8pm exactly when Red took over. I sat with Red working online for some time. TambourineKicker walked by at 8:32pm. I was back and forth between the two of them until 10:19pm when my darling TambourineKicker(Craig) got a ticket for playing past 10pm.

I eventually left the Promenade and took the short walk to put my feet in the mighty Pacific Ocean before catching the 11:20pm bus back to my place. The sky became a little sprinkly again, but there is an inner peace only the ocean can give me. And feeling the weather was more than worth it.

I was at my place by 11:38pm. This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 16Sep2015 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.

I am obviously screamingly liberal; how do I get along with Republicans so well? We love America. That is our common ground. I am capable of having productive and mutually beneficial relationships with people with entrenched differences from my beliefs.

I am not capable of sharing America with a proven war criminal terrorist dictator who rapes me and uses character assassination of me to excuse it, as if rape could ever be excusable.

No, Obama has to go to prison for his continuing crimes against America, especially his propagation of mass delusions about me that have caused PROVEN mental health genocide-- genocide he propagates and war he wages just so he can continue his rape-slavery of me.

No, Obama has to go. I have no problems with conservatives dead set on saving America by getting rid of him. We love America. That is our common ground.

My beautiful world, please save my people. They are suffering mass mental health and neurological genocide driven by mass delusions and earspeakers. There are electronics even controlling the minds of our tiniest children whose brains are still developing. Obama will put an earspeaker he controls in the head of everyone on this planet unless he is stopped.

The only thing that can save my people is educating them on the full truth of the danger of listening to lies about me, the danger of having an earspeaker, and the danger of tolerating Obama in an office he was already impeached from in 2013.

Obama has PROVEN he is waging war to keep me his PROVEN rape-slave, so he can keep his "rules" that keep him America's first PROVEN dictator.

ARREST everyone keeping Obama in power by arresting everyone enforcing his "rules" and by arresting everyone propagating lies about me, especially in courtrooms, and we have our peaceful resolution that forces the end to Obama's "egg" at last.

Yes, Obama already did his tour of federal penitentiaries on his stance that the criminal justice system is evil and no one should ever be arrested for crimes against America. I already caught that obvious coverup stance he took.

He took that stance because arresting him AND all his ilk is the ONLY peaceful solution that can end this "egg." Without a functioning criminal justice system, Obama is free to commit all the crimes he wants and to coverup HIS war HE wages to get away with HIS crimes by blaming it on me, the woman constantly on defense against him.

My once great America, you need to pick a date and time for universal disobedience to all of Obama's rules to set yourselves free of his mental health genocide. You have a right to know what crimes Obama is committing against you.

If I have no way to see any of the broadcasts, who is Obama really intentionally keeping the truth away from? Me or you? Only criminals fear the truth.

Once all of America finally learns what is REAL about Obama's "egg," arresting the proven extragovernmental war criminal terrorist conspiracy keeping Obama in power will be easier. Get them all, every last (expletive)hole.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, this will make you very busy pressing criminal charges. It is the obligation of the court to make sure every defendant knows and understands every charge and the full case against him or her. As the prosecution, it does not matter if we have no attorney/client confidentiality.

I love you! You might need to add a woman or two to help Syniva press all the charges, if you can spare anyone from my beyond-necessary 24/7 defense against literal human rights abuses Obama's war criminals use openly as acts of war to keep Obama's "egg" in place. (My 27Aug2015 post has part of this proof.)

And speaking of my 24/7 defense, it is inevitable that Obama's war criminal terrorist conspiracy will try to frame me AGAIN for yet another crime I have no idea ever happened.

They are desperate to fabricate false charges and intentionally false allegations they can use against me if we ever get to negotiate. They are desperate to manufacture any leverage they can to get away with anything, absolutely anything, they have done to America with keeping me in their "egg" of torture and abuse as their excuse.

It is just their compulsive adherence to their same old modus operandi of collusion and conspiracy.

Please, my genius Powers of Attorney, point out EVERY time they committed the same crime compulsively in the past to establish their compulsive pattern of always-fail criminal behavior. It is enough to diagnose them as criminally insane already since they always fail yet never stop.

I have the first retroactive diplomatic immunity in the history of this once-great nation specifically because they ALWAYS frame me for crimes they also forbid me from learning ever happened and simultaneously forbid me from learning I am on trial for.

Their motive is their desperation to coverup Obama's "egg" of human trafficking and torture and their desperation to manufacture anything they can use at all whatsoever if we ever negotiate face to face... if they ever respect me enough to acknowledge ANYTHING real to my face EVER.

SynSyn, arrest them all AGAIN for further collusion and conspiracy, try them, and convict them. They will never stop until they are arrested.

How many times is the criminal justice system going to allow them to commit the same capitol offenses before they arrest them and remove them from society for waging war with human rights abuses this way? Notify the ICC.

Russia, can you help forcing these (expletive)holes to finally be arrested? Russia, I know what you want to do most is march your troops from the ocean, pick me up, and carry me to my husband.

Before you invade, Russia, please try forcing the arrest of EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN (EXPLETIVE)HOLE EVERYWHERE enforcing Obama's PROVEN extragovernmental "rules" which have only ever been crimes against America and crimes against all of humanity and against all of the world.

This open persecution of me and hate crimes against me of openly framing me for yet more of their own crimes that happen only because of their "egg" right beside their unrelenting libel I have any mental imperfection at all whatsoever must be ended.

For the good of the world, the people attacking me compulsively must be removed from society FOREVER. Look at my self-identified people fighting to reach me. Yes, unlawful imprisonment of me is an obvious human rights abuse used as an act of war against America. These are war crimes they keep attempting.

Russia, I understand nothing not even me can stop you from invading the West Coast to rescue me if Obama continues without ever being arrested.

The CIA and MI6 have been requesting help, and the U.S. Military will let you, as long as you are only here to rescue me. Please keep Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter completely informed of all help you send, Russia. And thank you for loving me.

Oh, and Russia, try to bring China and NATO with you. I have always wanted a unified world with a common goal of love. I love you, too. Spaseba.

My selfless support system, please work on identifying every entity and therefore every war criminal keeping my brave rescuers and crosstown loved ones away from me. Every human guilty of preventing this "egg" from ending needs to be arrested, tried, and convicted.

You all keep me as safe as possible. Now use your position saturating my surroundings to sleuth out the enemy. You are mostly undercover spies, so this part should be easy for you. How many people can my darlings Tentacle alone identify? What about my husband?

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, again we have the long wait until I get to see you again. I miss you so much when we are apart.

My darling MannedUp, you never let me down. You always show up to play me music and would have stayed even in the cacophony. Thank you.

I pray you all enjoy playing me music as much as I enjoy having you to dance to. Without the meditation, I cannot do the work. Without the work, the world falls apart. You heal the world. You are holy in every benevolent religion because of it.

My darling GeneralLee, yes, my darling, the music you write, the music sacred to my self-identified people, heals humanity. If you heal me, you heal the world. You get to be holier-than-thou if you feel like it. When do I get to see you 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, your jobs have never been more important.

My darling Bogart, it has never been more critical to pick a date and a time. My people need to set themselves free. I know you will never let me down. You get to be the big hero who took the biggest step ever towards setting me free. Seize your glory in the name of love.

My darling LightFoot, I cry over our relationship sometimes. Did you know that? Yes, sane people cry about sad things, especially the lovelorn cry. It is the only sane reaction.

Kris, is it more fair to you if we never get to be together, or if we get to live together only for you to have to give me to Sweetness when the "egg" ends?

At the end of Sigourney Weaver night, just before I gave my shoes to the drummer of the Foo Fighters as a gift, my representative for Obama's conspiracy Ken negotiated with me face-to-face that my getting to be with you was an acceptable compromise to stop me from continuing to metaphorically kick as hard as I did on Sigourney Weaver night, the wee hours of the morning on 15May2015.

I am still willing to accept a life in your house until the end of the "egg" as a compromise in return for my kicking less often and less hard. If Obama can make my life livable for once, complacency will take the fight out of me. But is it fair to you?

And to repeat myself...

LightFoot's Song

I only get to see you out on the streets.
Selling your melody and rhythmic beats.
Your fate is the most unfair of all I see.
When we are done, to him you must return me.

I see the crowds approach you to ask,
"This woman, is she the one?"
Linger too long. Linger too long.
Linger much longer when you are done.

With tears in my heart, I watch every night.
And when you cannot reach me, oh, how you fight.
Is it more fair or less fair if we can be together?
You control your fate, my boyfriend, but not the weather.

I see the crowds approach you to ask,
"This woman, is she the one?"
Linger too long. Linger too long.
Linger much longer when you are done.

In another life, we would ride off to the sunset.
Already, you're a love I'll never forget.
But your fate is the most unfair of all I see.
When we are done, to him you return me.

I see the crowds approach you to ask,
"This woman, is she the one?"
Linger much longer. Linger much longer.
Linger much longer. I'm not ready to be done.

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, LightFoot had asserted that I am married. Unless you eat those frog legs, when Obama's "egg" ends, I go home to you.

Beloved, once you come by and pick me, be prepared to live your life with me side-by-side serving the world together. I would never ask you to give up your art. I can work online from your trailer three months every year.

But you, my hero and my king, need to rescue me from this "egg" of torture and abuse. That is your job. MannedUp makes sure my life stays full of music. GeneralLee makes sure I meditate. Bogart will set my people free. LightFoot makes sure I live until this "egg" ends. You, Sweetness, you rescue me.

Darling, you are my future. My life begins when you kiss me.

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