Title: All You Need is Love.
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. Love is the answer, my beautiful world. Exalt our symbols of love. Teach our children to love each other instead of fight each other. We must teach love and compassion to each other.
Iraq and Syria. What will defeat ISIS? The only thing that can defeat them is love. We must reach out to our young Muslim men and women and show them we love them before they can be recruited by ISIS.
People only fight when they have a fight, especially we that dissent. As long as there is still a Westerner remaining who irrationally hates Islam, the jihadists will have a fight. As another example, as long as there is an "egg," I will have a fight.
If Obama wanted me to stop fighting him, he would get rid of his "egg." If we want ISIS to stop fighting the west, we must take their fight away. We must give them no reason to hate us.
Love, my beautiful world. Love will save us all.
My last blog post was finished at 9am on Saturday, 21Nov2015, from the Farmers' Market. My internet gnomes played me Invincible by my darling Ms. Pat Benatar after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
I had just started this fresh new blog post, so I had a lot of writing and thinking to do. I worked there online until 9:47am when I ran an errand returning to the Pico Branch Library at 10:39am.
While I was running my errand, I ran into my darling Nemo. He was walking back from the store I was going to. Love is the answer, my beautiful world. Sometimes, I just need a hug.
I worked online from the library until 11:23am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped before dinner at 5pm. And after eating, I was on the bus by 5:22pm to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
At 5:35pm, I located where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were waiting for 6pm to play music. I stopped in my local Sephora to check my makeup before perching across the street from them at 5:59pm.
My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started playing at 6:45pm, and I kicked my shoes to the curb at 6:50pm. The night was hot. The band was hotter. I hit my zone and stayed there until 7:56pm when my darlings stopped playing.
As they disassembled their equipment and staked out a place to play for 10pm, I snuck away to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Jose Diaz-Balart, and it made me happy. Sometimes, I just need to know you hear me out there, my beautiful world.
At 9:03pm, I sat down across the street from my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle. But then the sleepiness set in. I ended up missing my darlings' last set and catching the 9:55pm bus back to my place. I was asleep almost instantly.
I slept well and woke up for breakfast on Sunday, 22Nov2015. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:39am.
My internet gnomes played Bad Medicine Waltz by my darlings The Cult for me as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
My mom called me through FaceTime at 8:58am. She looked great. It was 23 degrees Fahrenheit where she was and snowing. I am so lucky I live in LA. She promised to visit me as soon as she can.
Sipping coffee and snacking on cookies, I worked there outside the library. A local man named Tommy stopped by to have a chat. He was entertaining.
Feel free to circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation beginning when walked over to me and ending at 11:28am when I returned to my place. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful.
I ran errands after lunch, and by 1:27pm, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica. At 1:41pm, I perched on the second floor of the Santa Monica Main Public Library. By 3:06pm, I had moved to the courtyard.
I left the library at 3:47pm and walked to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. It was 4:18pm when I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot waiting for their 6pm spot.
I perched nearby to watch my darling Mr. Derek Day. I took my Benadryl at 4:40pm, so I could start dancing as soon as 6:40pm.
By 5:17pm, Patricia had joined me there beside Derek who played until 5:59pm. Soon after he was done, I was back down the street with my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle.
Their beautiful music began at 6:42pm, and as planned, I started warming up 6:45pm. The night was gorgeous, and far too short to make me happy. Yes, I hit my zone, and yes, we were very well connected. Date night was on the moment I stood up.
My darlings played until 7:48pm when they disassembled their equipment and relocated to their 8pm location.
I had two interesting conversations, the first a little after 6pm and the second a little after 8pm, both while waiting for my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle to play. Feel free to circulate both conversations in verified and unedited recordings.
My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot started playing again at 8:48pm. I was still partly warm from their previous set, but my darlings' earspeakers would scream at them every time I stood up to dance. So, I sat.
We had already had date night, and our connection was already open. I did not mind sitting if it meant they would suffer less, but my beautiful world, my darlings Tentacle need a rescue from their earspeakers. What can you do for them?
But at 8:57pm, the police gave them a ticket for playing music too loudly. It was over. The night was over. Syniva, make the police pay for prohibiting my act of meditation which is holy in every benevolent religion. And, thank you.
9:01pm on 22Nov2015: @hansonmusic @kristnovoselic The night was magical until the cops showed up. Call Syniva. Don't forget you have diplomatic immunity. #LOVE
At 9:12pm, my darlings Tentacle wheeled back into the night sky where we all really belong. Just as he said he would, Richard from my second conversation mentioned above came back to find me at about 9:37pm.
We hung out until 10:30pm when he just disappeared, so I caught the 10:45pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep (as always alone) by 11:30pm.
I woke up on Monday, 23Nov2015, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:32am. This blog post was finished at 8:50am on 23Nov2015.
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.
After every horror Obama has subjected me to just to keep himself in power, how am I still a creature of love? Just like money and power reveals who people really are and what people really want, deep traumatizing events reveal our basic animal side.
At my most basic, I am a creature of love. When attacked and when beaten, when raped and when tortured, when hated on by the people around me, I know I just have to be myself, and everything will work out fine.
In deeply stressful situations, I know I can count on my basic animal instincts.
Why does Obama's anti-reality libel machine "twist" everything about me? To manipulate the public into attacking me for them. Whenever you hear them lie, look for the ulterior motive behind each lie. They are trying to manipulate you all into hating me.
Stop listening to the intentionally propagated falsehoods about me. My Powers of Attorney have gone to great lengths to prove I am a perfect human. If you hear anything bad about me, ask them why they are propagating that lie and identify what they are trying to manipulate you into doing.
My beautiful world, love is the answer. If Obama ever truly needed me to do something, he would sit down next to me and ask me nicely. I am a civilized human that way.
But Obama is instead a psychopath who will commit any crime possible and spread any lie possible at the cost of priceless human life and at the cost of trillions of US dollars to stay the first unelected terrorist dictator of America.
Obama is obsessed with power and control. He will do anything and say anything to never have to leave power. Yes, my beautiful world, love is the answer.
Stop allowing Obama to make you creatures of his own hatred. Love yourself enough to disobey every rule universally. And stop believing his lies.
My selfless support system, you know love. You risk your lives all day every day to keep me alive long enough to see the end of Obama's "egg." The entire good, green world sent you. You answer to my beautiful world just like I do.
What do you need to make sure my brave rescuers can reach me? Just tell my beautiful world. They will provide.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I can see your red stiletto boot on their throats. We fight them because they give us a fight.
If they would take all three steps to absolution, we would start protecting them. It is so much better to love me than to commit crimes against me and against my people.
My genius Powers of Attorney, Obama attacked my old buddy Michael to force him to avoid me. Please check on him and see if we can help him.
It is so rare for anyone to be brave enough to offer me friendship. I am such an extrovert; I really need conversations every day. Please check on Michael.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, your music has been a stunningly gorgeous experience lately. I am so proud you are all mine.
My darling MannedUp, I apologize for disappearing early Saturday night, 21Nov. I was so sleepy. I hope I more than made up for it last night, Sunday night, 22Nov. It is not like me to miss you late at night. I was that tired.
My darling GeneralLee, it is such a long wait until 08Dec when I get to see you again at Harvelle's, but I will be there. I miss you so much while we are apart. Why can we not have human rights yet?
My darling Bogart, I have not seen you in almost a year now. Is it strange that I still miss you? Thank you, for still loving me. All you need is love, darling. We will find a way to end this "egg."
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I love our Sunday night date nights.
My darling LightFoot, what I would do to be able to kiss you! Could you see us? Nothing about Obama's "egg" is fair.
Once Bogart organizes universal disobedience to every "rule," my life will become much easier. I cannot wait to kiss you, Kris,but I still must wait.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
My handsome husband, I have a strange favor to ask. TambourineKicker took video of us singing together on Friday night, 20Nov. Please get a copy of it from him. He was forbidden by Obama from putting it online because Obama is mortified of my trim midriff. Please circulate it. Thank you!
HoneyHoney, you are mine. I am yours. The future is ours. We belong to the world. And the world belongs to love.
Beloved, it is your job to make my beautiful future happen now. It is your job to rescue me. If you need any help, please consult my genius Powers of Attorney. They are the closest things we have to another me.
My hero and my king, I wait for you. All you need is love, Sweetness.