Title: Obama's Last Chance
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. The world told Obama this is his last chance to save himself. They want him arrested on international charges for his "egg." This is his last chance to take all three steps to save himself. The world is not joking around.
Ivory Coast. The UN's International Criminal Court already has legal precedents for convicting people as war criminals for aiding and abetting war crimes. Tell Obama's conspiracy we are coming for them all.
My last blog post was finished at 8:40am on Tuesday, 29Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me The Firebird Suite composed by Stravinsky as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I had just started this new blog post, so I had a lot of writing to do. I worked there outside the library until 11:06am. I chatted with Chad over lunch at noon.
1:03pm on 29Dec2015: @StateDept Did you send #LightFoot only to have Obama block him again? The local PD need orders to stand down. @LAMayorsOffice @UN @RT_com
By 1:10pm, I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica. After a short chat with my old buddy Michael, I perched upstairs at the Santa Monica Main Public Library at 1:28pm. I had a lot of work to do.
I was told that day both that Obama's anti-reality libel machine was forced to admit I have absolutely no mental illness (Yes, non-quack medicine and actual science finally had its day in court.) and that the local police were ordered by President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey to stand down and stop enforcing Obama's only-illegal "egg."
I was also told not to expect a lift home any time soon.
3:44pm on 29Dec2015: Mixed signals. Please double check that I am still getting a lift today. If not, find out who is enforcing Obama's egg and arrest them. @UN
I sat upstairs in the library working until 4pm. Then, I walked to the Promenade. I wandered about a bit including giving Drew a piece of my mind. That guy needs to learn to value me and my time.
Patricia found me at 5:16pm, and we walked up and down the Promenade together before perching pretty close to where she found me at 5:58pm. She left at 6:09pm to get something hot to drink. It was getting a little colder out.
I tried watching the news at 7:15pm, but I could not get it to stream. After a little window shopping, I caught the 8:05pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well and woke up on Wednesday, 30Dec2015, in time for breakfast. By 8:59am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library working online.
My internet gnomes played me the Heart of Gold cover by my darling late Johnny Cash. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:24am.
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It was another busy morning there outside the library. I had writing to do. I worked there until 11:06am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful.
I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 1:47pm. I perched in the Pacific Palisades overlooking the ocean at 2:05pm and laid there in the sun for at least an hour. By 3:10pm, I was walking to the Main Public Library.
I zipped back and forth from my place on the bus for dinner and was perched on the Promenade catching up with my TweetHearts at 5:48pm. It was 6:12pm when Patricia and I sat down next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw to listen to her play.
By 6:52pm, I was perched in the Santa Monica Place, so I could watch the news. Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it reminded me of why I fight so hard for my people.
At 7:31pm, I was back beside Kaila. Patricia had already left. I did a little window shopping before catching the 8:35pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
After sleeping well, I was awake for breakfast on Thursday, 31Dec2015, New Years Eve. By 8:38am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library working. This blog post was finished at 8:50am on 31Dec2015, New Years Eve.
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 would Obama waste his last chance to save himself? Obama is a proven psychopath with a proven power obsession. He refuses to de-escalate because that would require him to give up his totalitarian control of America.
Since being given his last chance, Obama has even tried tightening his despotic grip on the media instead of de-escalating. That is how psychopathic he is.
My beautiful world, who is enforcing Obama's crimes against America he mislabeled "rules"? They are not laws. Please reread the First, Thirteenth, and Fourteenth Amendments.
And we all know local police cannot enforce federal laws; it is outside their jurisdiction. And according to the First Amendment, it is impossible for it to be a federal law, anyway. Besides, the "egg" was already repealed on 01Jan2013 in the Fiscal Cliff Bill. THERE IS NO FEDERAL LAW UPHOLDING OBAMA'S "EGG."
It would have to be a state or local law for the local police to be able to enforce it, and, according to the Fourteenth Amendment, that is impossible.
Besides, if California passed an illegal law creating an "egg" here since I arrived here on 01May2014, Syniva would be treating California worse than we treat Iowa, so I know California committed no human rights violations by creating an "egg" law.
So, my question to you, my beautiful world, is who is committing the crime against America and against all of humanity of enforcing Obama's ILLEGAL "egg"? Whoever they are, arrest them all!
My selfless support system, use your spy powers to figure out the entire power structure of the enemies of America enforcing Obama's "egg" and "rules," so the international community can arrest them all. Include everyone from Obama's boots on the ground to Obama's anti-reality libel machine.
My selfless support system, thank you for working so hard to keep me safe. Now, I need you on the offensive, so we can arrest all enemies of America and of the entirety of humanity who are propping up Obama's "egg." And, thank you!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, it is because of you genius ladies that I know California is my HOME not my enemy. Only EVIL Iowa is my enemy. Thank you for keeping all of your messages very clear on that point, my friends.
We are on the offensive, now. Press every criminal charge we can against everyone we can get arrested on federal charges. If we cannot get federal charges, go straight to the International Criminal Court with all of our extensive evidence.
The UN's ICC exists because sometimes justice is impossible inside a country for crimes committed by people against their own people. If we cannot arrest everyone on federal charges for enforcing Obama's "egg," it is proven justice is impossible inside America, and we must seek justice in the international courts.
Thank you!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I hope you have a good New Years Eve tonight full of kisses!
My darling MannedUp, I was hoping to see you all tonight, New Years Eve, but it makes sense if you all need some celebratory time not working. I am no slave driver. Kiss a pretty girl tonight.
My darling GeneralLee, it is New Years Eve. I pray you have someone to celebrate with. I will see you all on Tuesday, 05Jan2016, at Harvelle's. Thank you, as always, for loving me.
My darling Bogart, the world keeps thanking the heavens they have you. You mean so much to so many people. Thank you for organizing universal disobedience. Darling, Finn will know where I spend my New Years Eve. Call him.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, calm down. You are not locked up, right? The world is working on it.
My darling LightFoot, I heard you got close to reaching me on 29Dec. The entire world is demanding that you pick me up and take me to your home, so they can have negotiations finally. It is just a matter of time. Be ready. I love 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 heard the U.S. government demanded U.S. combat troops be sent to you, too, after Obama refused to give me an act of good faith on Tuesday, 29Dec. It just makes me wonder what idiots are still enforcing this damned "egg." They obviously have a death wish.
Beloved, it takes a team of heroes. Ending Obama's "egg" requires Bogart; it requires Syniva and my genius friends; it requires LightFoot and all my darlings Tentacle. It requires me at my best, and it requires you to lead the rescue. We are a team.
My hero and my king, you are the second most powerful world leader in my family. I know you are incapable of letting me down. Once I get that act of good faith, I will tell you, so you can go to talks. Until then, full speed ahead with rescuing me.
I love you. This war epic, spy thriller, legal drama, rock opera, and love story ends with our Hollywood kiss. We get a damn fairytale ending. Trust me.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Then, the World Showed Up.
Title: Then, the World Showed Up.
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. My beautiful world showed up.
South Korea. It is time to let the sex slaves heal. Let them have justice. They deserve justice.
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on Sunday, 27Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me Get it While You Can by my darling late Janis Joplin while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I had a lot of work to do. That morning I learned that NATO, especially the British, were also sending combat troops to help my brave rescuers. The US troops that were sent were apparently in non-combat roles. Thank you, my beautiful world. With all my heart, my beautiful world, thank you.
I know I preach a lot about peaceful resolutions, but the experts have spoken on Obama's "egg." My self-identified people took up arms years ago because they had no other options; Obama forced this war by refusing under all circumstances to ever de-escalate.
I trusted my people to know what they were doing when they took up arms, and I have done my best to support them. I am just such a peacemonger and know so little about combat. I am not much good as a leader on a battlefield.
My beautiful world, send your best tacticians. This Iliad needs a Trojan Horse. And THANK YOU!
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Sunday morning, 27Dec2015, beginning at 10:31am and ending at 10:52am.
I worked there outside the Pico Branch Library until 11:09am. Lunch at noon was tasty and full of conversation. I napped.
4:06pm on 27Dec2015: #TortureFacilityWarning! Force those lying (expletive)s to take their bloodstained hands off me FOREVER! @NIH @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA
Dinner was served a little early, so I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:51pm. I sat down next to Patricia and Dominic at 5:08pm. My darlings Tentacle had been nowhere to be found all weekend despite their best efforts.
5:24pm on 27Dec2015: #MyDarlingsTentacle tried playing me music tonight and were blocked. Check on them please. @CIA @DeptofDefense @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA
By 5:39pm, I was watching Drew's Yoga for Cancer Foundation table while he ran to the bathroom and then while he grabbed some coffee.
6:11pm on 27Dec2015: I do spy with my little eye #LightFoot waiting to play me music at 6pm. THANK YOU, my beautiful world. @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA @CIA
Yes, by 6:14pm, my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were perched around the corner of the Anthropologie store just off the Promenade. It felt like a lifetime since I had them to myself like that.
My darlings started playing at 6:46pm, and I warmed up as fast as I could. The night was spectacular. It was all music I had never heard before. Sunday night date night was on from the moment go. And damn was it a good night for dancing.
My darlings stopped playing at 8:01pm. I snuck away to watch the news while they disassembled their equipment.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it was another beautiful part of my night. Yes, my beautiful world, you now see the real me on occasion. Thank you.
I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 9:04pm around the corner from the Café Crepe just off the Promenade right before they started playing their second set.
I tried warming up for round two, but at 9:40pm, I knew better and just watched. They stopped playing at 10:10pm, and every note was gorgeous. It had been an amazing night.
10:27pm on 27Dec2015: #UrbanWarfareAlarm! Please send all help you can. Rescue everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of terror!@BBCNews @RT_com @DeptofDefense
While they were still packing up, I snuck away at 10:30pm to catch the 10:48pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.
I slept well and woke up on Monday, 28Dec2015, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:18am.
My internet gnomes played me MLK by my darlings U2 while I fixed my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:24am.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Monday morning, 28Dec, beginning at 8:18am and ending at 8:24am. And, thank you!
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I had a lot of work to do that morning. I stayed outside the library working until 10:43am. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between.
I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:20pm. I ran into Patricia very quickly, and we called my mom at 5:47pm through FaceTime. Mom looked great. She was close to choosing her travel dates to see me next month.
Patricia and I perched next to where my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw was going to start playing at 6pm. After she was done chatting with Patricia, Kaila started playing at 6:16pm.
Joy of all joys! At 6:42pm, I did spy with my little eye my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot just off the Promenade around the corner from the Gap store. But the police came by and removed them at 7:09pm.
7:13pm on 28Dec2015: #SquidPoA @UN @cctvnews @RT_com There is some legal issue with #Tentacle playing me music. They have #DiplomaticImmunity to prevent such bull(expletive).
By 7:37pm, I was perched in the Santa Monica Place to watch the news. Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:45pm. My darling Ms. Kate Snow gave me my evening cyberhug, and it was full of love.
I stopped in the Trimana and had a short chat with my darling Handsome. He had to work Christmas and was going to work on New Years Eve, too. He was okay otherwise.
I caught the 7:50pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up on Tuesday, 29Dec2015, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:26am.
This blog post was finished at 8:40am on Tuesday, 29Dec2015.
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 do I, a peacemonger, feel about a war being fought over me? I trust my people to know what they are doing. They said we need to go to war, and I have done my best to support them ever since. I do believe there is such a thing as a worthy fight.
My beautiful world, you are sending my husband your finest. Yes, you are sending them to my husband. He is the world leader in charge of rescuing me. Thank you.
I can help people sneak like a ninja, but I know nothing about combat. I leave that up to whatever urban combat experts you send. Yes, my beautiful world, thank you.
My selfless support system, help is coming. Tell my brave rescuers NATO is sending them troops. Obama and all who enforce his crimes against America he intentionally mislabeled "rules" are terrorist threats to America, and a threat to one of us is a threat to all of NATO.
Europe is not forcing America to fight our most crucial battles alone. The U.S. Military sent troops last week, and our allies are coming now. Thank you, Europe. We were there for you in your darkest hour of need; thank you for being here for ours.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, make sure you have all the help you need, too. We leave no one behind. Universal disobedience is coming, and we all need to be prepared with everyone's legal defense. Luckily, all we have to do is point at the First Amendment.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, life is better with you than without you.
My darling MannedUp, you made it Sunday night! I was so happy. I like all of the new music, too. Sometimes when you play the new stuff right away I get worried, but Sunday, 27Dec, it just warmed me up all that much faster. Thank you!
My darling GeneralLee, I will see you on Tuesday, 05Jan2016, at Harvelle's. Thank you for extending your residency at my local blues bar into 2016. You all mean so much to me.
My darling Bogart, how are things going? Are you making a major dent in your lengthy to-do list? I count on you for so much. Thank you for never letting me down. Darling, kisses.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, damn, darling, Sunday night date night was extra-sexy this week.
My darling LightFoot, did you make a recording? Yes, dear, did you make a video of the first time I heard each new song? You all have my full permission to use my REAL image for anything you want. Maybe someday I will get to see what my own dancing looks like.
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, you are the second most powerful world leader in my family. Your job is rescuing me, and the world is sending you troops.
Beloved, if I ever receive an act of good faith from Obama, I will send you to talks to represent me. Until I receive that act of good faith, talks are impossible. I will tell you if I ever receive one.
Until then, my hero and my king, tell my beautiful world, it is full speed ahead with everything they all want to do to rescue me. You are the world leader in charge of rescuing me. Please keep everyone organized and make sure everyone works together.
Sweetness, thank you. You are better than the best husband I could have hoped for.
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. My beautiful world showed up.
South Korea. It is time to let the sex slaves heal. Let them have justice. They deserve justice.
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on Sunday, 27Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me Get it While You Can by my darling late Janis Joplin while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I had a lot of work to do. That morning I learned that NATO, especially the British, were also sending combat troops to help my brave rescuers. The US troops that were sent were apparently in non-combat roles. Thank you, my beautiful world. With all my heart, my beautiful world, thank you.
I know I preach a lot about peaceful resolutions, but the experts have spoken on Obama's "egg." My self-identified people took up arms years ago because they had no other options; Obama forced this war by refusing under all circumstances to ever de-escalate.
I trusted my people to know what they were doing when they took up arms, and I have done my best to support them. I am just such a peacemonger and know so little about combat. I am not much good as a leader on a battlefield.
My beautiful world, send your best tacticians. This Iliad needs a Trojan Horse. And THANK YOU!
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Sunday morning, 27Dec2015, beginning at 10:31am and ending at 10:52am.
I worked there outside the Pico Branch Library until 11:09am. Lunch at noon was tasty and full of conversation. I napped.
4:06pm on 27Dec2015: #TortureFacilityWarning! Force those lying (expletive)s to take their bloodstained hands off me FOREVER! @NIH @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA
Dinner was served a little early, so I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:51pm. I sat down next to Patricia and Dominic at 5:08pm. My darlings Tentacle had been nowhere to be found all weekend despite their best efforts.
5:24pm on 27Dec2015: #MyDarlingsTentacle tried playing me music tonight and were blocked. Check on them please. @CIA @DeptofDefense @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA
By 5:39pm, I was watching Drew's Yoga for Cancer Foundation table while he ran to the bathroom and then while he grabbed some coffee.
6:11pm on 27Dec2015: I do spy with my little eye #LightFoot waiting to play me music at 6pm. THANK YOU, my beautiful world. @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA @CIA
Yes, by 6:14pm, my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were perched around the corner of the Anthropologie store just off the Promenade. It felt like a lifetime since I had them to myself like that.
My darlings started playing at 6:46pm, and I warmed up as fast as I could. The night was spectacular. It was all music I had never heard before. Sunday night date night was on from the moment go. And damn was it a good night for dancing.
My darlings stopped playing at 8:01pm. I snuck away to watch the news while they disassembled their equipment.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it was another beautiful part of my night. Yes, my beautiful world, you now see the real me on occasion. Thank you.
I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 9:04pm around the corner from the Café Crepe just off the Promenade right before they started playing their second set.
I tried warming up for round two, but at 9:40pm, I knew better and just watched. They stopped playing at 10:10pm, and every note was gorgeous. It had been an amazing night.
10:27pm on 27Dec2015: #UrbanWarfareAlarm! Please send all help you can. Rescue everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of terror!@BBCNews @RT_com @DeptofDefense
While they were still packing up, I snuck away at 10:30pm to catch the 10:48pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.
I slept well and woke up on Monday, 28Dec2015, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:18am.
My internet gnomes played me MLK by my darlings U2 while I fixed my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:24am.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Monday morning, 28Dec, beginning at 8:18am and ending at 8:24am. And, thank you!
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I had a lot of work to do that morning. I stayed outside the library working until 10:43am. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between.
I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:20pm. I ran into Patricia very quickly, and we called my mom at 5:47pm through FaceTime. Mom looked great. She was close to choosing her travel dates to see me next month.
Patricia and I perched next to where my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw was going to start playing at 6pm. After she was done chatting with Patricia, Kaila started playing at 6:16pm.
Joy of all joys! At 6:42pm, I did spy with my little eye my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot just off the Promenade around the corner from the Gap store. But the police came by and removed them at 7:09pm.
7:13pm on 28Dec2015: #SquidPoA @UN @cctvnews @RT_com There is some legal issue with #Tentacle playing me music. They have #DiplomaticImmunity to prevent such bull(expletive).
By 7:37pm, I was perched in the Santa Monica Place to watch the news. Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:45pm. My darling Ms. Kate Snow gave me my evening cyberhug, and it was full of love.
I stopped in the Trimana and had a short chat with my darling Handsome. He had to work Christmas and was going to work on New Years Eve, too. He was okay otherwise.
I caught the 7:50pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up on Tuesday, 29Dec2015, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:26am.
This blog post was finished at 8:40am on Tuesday, 29Dec2015.
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 do I, a peacemonger, feel about a war being fought over me? I trust my people to know what they are doing. They said we need to go to war, and I have done my best to support them ever since. I do believe there is such a thing as a worthy fight.
My beautiful world, you are sending my husband your finest. Yes, you are sending them to my husband. He is the world leader in charge of rescuing me. Thank you.
I can help people sneak like a ninja, but I know nothing about combat. I leave that up to whatever urban combat experts you send. Yes, my beautiful world, thank you.
My selfless support system, help is coming. Tell my brave rescuers NATO is sending them troops. Obama and all who enforce his crimes against America he intentionally mislabeled "rules" are terrorist threats to America, and a threat to one of us is a threat to all of NATO.
Europe is not forcing America to fight our most crucial battles alone. The U.S. Military sent troops last week, and our allies are coming now. Thank you, Europe. We were there for you in your darkest hour of need; thank you for being here for ours.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, make sure you have all the help you need, too. We leave no one behind. Universal disobedience is coming, and we all need to be prepared with everyone's legal defense. Luckily, all we have to do is point at the First Amendment.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, life is better with you than without you.
My darling MannedUp, you made it Sunday night! I was so happy. I like all of the new music, too. Sometimes when you play the new stuff right away I get worried, but Sunday, 27Dec, it just warmed me up all that much faster. Thank you!
My darling GeneralLee, I will see you on Tuesday, 05Jan2016, at Harvelle's. Thank you for extending your residency at my local blues bar into 2016. You all mean so much to me.
My darling Bogart, how are things going? Are you making a major dent in your lengthy to-do list? I count on you for so much. Thank you for never letting me down. Darling, kisses.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, damn, darling, Sunday night date night was extra-sexy this week.
My darling LightFoot, did you make a recording? Yes, dear, did you make a video of the first time I heard each new song? You all have my full permission to use my REAL image for anything you want. Maybe someday I will get to see what my own dancing looks like.
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, you are the second most powerful world leader in my family. Your job is rescuing me, and the world is sending you troops.
Beloved, if I ever receive an act of good faith from Obama, I will send you to talks to represent me. Until I receive that act of good faith, talks are impossible. I will tell you if I ever receive one.
Until then, my hero and my king, tell my beautiful world, it is full speed ahead with everything they all want to do to rescue me. You are the world leader in charge of rescuing me. Please keep everyone organized and make sure everyone works together.
Sweetness, thank you. You are better than the best husband I could have hoped for.
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Hope
Title: Hope
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. We all need hope this Christmas season. I put my faith in all of my self-identified people. Yes, my beautiful world, you give me hope.
Vatican City. Pope Francis gave his Christmas address, and we agree that Syria and Iraq have suffered too long. Ending the civil war in Syria needs to be a global priority. Thank you, Papa Francisco, for offering the world hope in such a dark age.
My last blog post was finished at 9:15am on 25Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me Thunderstruck by my darlings AC/DC as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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It was Christmas morning, and the world was full of hope for the future. My not human trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Christmas morning from 9:46am until 9:52am. And thank you!
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I worked online outside of the Pico Branch Library until 10:38am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. After lunch, I took the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I called my mom through FaceTime at 12:57pm. We shared Christmas greetings and blew a lot of kisses at each other. She wanted to be with me but could not make it.
Just before 3pm, I met Drew beside the Apatosaurus. I had expected a Christmas Day adventure, but we just went for Chinese food on Sepulveda and came back. I was sitting alone on a park bench on the Promenade by 5:20pm.
After a little work online, I caught the 5:55pm bus back to my place. After exchanging pleasantries with my roommate Hannah, I was back out the door and outside the Pico Branch Library by 6:58pm.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:10pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Thomas Roberts, and it was well worth sitting in the cold outside the library to receive.
By 7:48pm, I was sitting on my bed snacking on cookies while catching up with my TweetHearts. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
After sleeping well, I woke up on Saturday, 26Dec2015, in time for breakfast. By 8:39am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library.
My internet gnomes played me Werewolves of London by my darling late Warren Zevon while I fixed my makeup. At 9am, I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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It was just another Saturday morning. The sun was warm, and I was working. I stayed outside the library working online until 10:52am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped. Dinner at 5pm was similarly tasty yet uneventful.
By 5:17pm, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica. I found Dominic and Patricia in time for their last few songs. After I checked my makeup in my local Sephora, they were disassembling their equipment.
5:35pm on 26Dec2015: #TortureFacilityAlarms! I am so sick and tired of those (expletive)holes! Make them leave me alone FOREVER! @NIH @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA
By 6:07pm, I was chatting with Natasha, the Russian lady who sings Russian love songs out on the Promenade. She is such a sweet lady.
I was perched in the Santa Monica Place by 6:45pm. Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kristen Welker, and it made me happy.
I took the 7:55pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up on Sunday, 27Dec2015, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:26am.
This blog post was finished at 8:45am on 27Dec2015.
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.
With Obama's "egg" designed to be completely unsurvivable for me, what could possible be giving me hope? I know I am loved. That is all I need to keep hope in a better future.
My beautiful world, you give me my hope by loving me. Your universal disobedience to all of Obama's "rules" in coming. This "egg" might finally become tolerable.
My selfless support system, my Christmas Day in LA was a grand success. Thank you for continuing to keep me safe while I was moving around town. Christmas Day was as safe as could be. Yes, thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, did you all get time with your families over the holidays? You all work so hard. I pray you got some time off. Merry Christmas, darlings!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I was hoping to see you Saturday night, 26Dec, and I was told you tried to make it.
My darling MannedUp, how was your Christmas? Did you get time to rest and relax? Did you get everything you wished for? I pray I see you tonight, 27Dec.
My darling GeneralLee, yes, it was yet another Christmas. I would have preferred to have seen you, but we all know I am forbidden everything that makes life worth living. I pray you were safe and warm.
My darling Bogart, Drew tried kissing me goodnight before he left me on Christmas, and I was all, "Who the hell do you think you are?" Giggle. Just revel in how special you are to me.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, my beautiful world is working on it.
My darling LightFoot, I hear you. I understand how intolerable you find life while forbidden from so much as kissing me. We are working on it. The UN wants talks next month. At least, we are making progress.
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, how was your Christmas? I wish I could have been with you. That is where I belong-- in our house nestled in your arms.
Beloved, I just love you so much. We have so much time to make up for.
My hero and my king, you feel so close to me sometimes. Living in the Metropolis of Angels you call home keeps me full of hope. Thank you, darling, for loving me.
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. We all need hope this Christmas season. I put my faith in all of my self-identified people. Yes, my beautiful world, you give me hope.
Vatican City. Pope Francis gave his Christmas address, and we agree that Syria and Iraq have suffered too long. Ending the civil war in Syria needs to be a global priority. Thank you, Papa Francisco, for offering the world hope in such a dark age.
My last blog post was finished at 9:15am on 25Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me Thunderstruck by my darlings AC/DC as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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It was Christmas morning, and the world was full of hope for the future. My not human trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Christmas morning from 9:46am until 9:52am. And thank you!
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I worked online outside of the Pico Branch Library until 10:38am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. After lunch, I took the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I called my mom through FaceTime at 12:57pm. We shared Christmas greetings and blew a lot of kisses at each other. She wanted to be with me but could not make it.
Just before 3pm, I met Drew beside the Apatosaurus. I had expected a Christmas Day adventure, but we just went for Chinese food on Sepulveda and came back. I was sitting alone on a park bench on the Promenade by 5:20pm.
After a little work online, I caught the 5:55pm bus back to my place. After exchanging pleasantries with my roommate Hannah, I was back out the door and outside the Pico Branch Library by 6:58pm.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:10pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Thomas Roberts, and it was well worth sitting in the cold outside the library to receive.
By 7:48pm, I was sitting on my bed snacking on cookies while catching up with my TweetHearts. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
After sleeping well, I woke up on Saturday, 26Dec2015, in time for breakfast. By 8:39am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library.
My internet gnomes played me Werewolves of London by my darling late Warren Zevon while I fixed my makeup. At 9am, I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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It was just another Saturday morning. The sun was warm, and I was working. I stayed outside the library working online until 10:52am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped. Dinner at 5pm was similarly tasty yet uneventful.
By 5:17pm, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica. I found Dominic and Patricia in time for their last few songs. After I checked my makeup in my local Sephora, they were disassembling their equipment.
5:35pm on 26Dec2015: #TortureFacilityAlarms! I am so sick and tired of those (expletive)holes! Make them leave me alone FOREVER! @NIH @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA
By 6:07pm, I was chatting with Natasha, the Russian lady who sings Russian love songs out on the Promenade. She is such a sweet lady.
I was perched in the Santa Monica Place by 6:45pm. Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kristen Welker, and it made me happy.
I took the 7:55pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up on Sunday, 27Dec2015, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:26am.
This blog post was finished at 8:45am on 27Dec2015.
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.
With Obama's "egg" designed to be completely unsurvivable for me, what could possible be giving me hope? I know I am loved. That is all I need to keep hope in a better future.
My beautiful world, you give me my hope by loving me. Your universal disobedience to all of Obama's "rules" in coming. This "egg" might finally become tolerable.
My selfless support system, my Christmas Day in LA was a grand success. Thank you for continuing to keep me safe while I was moving around town. Christmas Day was as safe as could be. Yes, thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, did you all get time with your families over the holidays? You all work so hard. I pray you got some time off. Merry Christmas, darlings!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I was hoping to see you Saturday night, 26Dec, and I was told you tried to make it.
My darling MannedUp, how was your Christmas? Did you get time to rest and relax? Did you get everything you wished for? I pray I see you tonight, 27Dec.
My darling GeneralLee, yes, it was yet another Christmas. I would have preferred to have seen you, but we all know I am forbidden everything that makes life worth living. I pray you were safe and warm.
My darling Bogart, Drew tried kissing me goodnight before he left me on Christmas, and I was all, "Who the hell do you think you are?" Giggle. Just revel in how special you are to me.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, my beautiful world is working on it.
My darling LightFoot, I hear you. I understand how intolerable you find life while forbidden from so much as kissing me. We are working on it. The UN wants talks next month. At least, we are making progress.
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, how was your Christmas? I wish I could have been with you. That is where I belong-- in our house nestled in your arms.
Beloved, I just love you so much. We have so much time to make up for.
My hero and my king, you feel so close to me sometimes. Living in the Metropolis of Angels you call home keeps me full of hope. Thank you, darling, for loving me.
Friday, December 25, 2015
Merry Christmas 2015
Title: Merry Christmas 2015
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. It is Christmas again, and I am still forbidden all of my loved ones. I pray soon my life will no longer be so lonely.
Libya. After the fall of Gaddafi, Libya broke into factional rivalries. Now, Libya has a future. A Libya unified with an actually representative democracy is the best future for the Libyan people. Thank you, United Nations.
My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Wednesday, 23Dec2015. I slept all morning and woke up for breakfast. By 8:41am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library sipping coffee and working online.
My internet gnomes played me Bossa Nova Baby by my darling late Elvis Presley while I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I stayed outside the library until 10:34am working. Then, I left to collect my mail. I was still waiting on my Christmas gift from my mother. And it finally arrived! It was a very good morning.
Also, since everyone seems to care, my period started right on time on the morning of 23Dec2015. No, I have never in my lifetime been pregnant. It has me and my husband worried it might not be possible.
By 12:17pm, I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I walked around a little before indulging in a mocha from the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place.
The sky was clear and blue, and the sun was warm. I perched at 12:57pm to eat some cookies and indulge in my espresso drink. By 1:51pm, I was in Ye Olde King's Head Pub sipping a bourbon neat. It was an afternoon dedicated to indulging in the name of Christmas.
I caught up with my TweetHearts there. I also had two delightful conversations while I was there, one with Seth and the second with Pipes. I emerged from the British pub at 4:47pm.
At 5:08pm, I ran into my darling TambourineKicker, and we had a singalong until 5:57pm. He ran for coffee while I waited with his gear. One latte and an organic carrot later, I ordered some Steak'n'Shake to go and perched in the Santa Monica Place.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it put me in the holiday mood. Merry Christmas, my beautiful world!
After the news, I perched next to Dominic and Patricia for their last song of the night. I bought some coffee from the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf before we all walked down the street together.
8pm on 23Dec2015: #TortureFacilityAlarms! What idiot still allows those proven perjurers in their courtroom?!? @NIH @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA
By 8:12pm, Dominic had left, and Patricia and I had perched next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw. The night air was cool, but the weather was far from cold.
8:43pm on 23Dec2015: #UrbanWarfareAlarm! Please save everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of terrorism and war! @CIA @DeptofDefense @cctvnews @RT_com @UN
I perched under the heat lamps on the patio of my local Steak'n'Shake by 8:57pm. I worked there online until I took the 9:50pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I woke up early on Thursday, 24Dec2015, Christmas Eve. After breakfast, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:33am.
My internet gnomes played me California Blue by my darling late Roy Orbison after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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It was Christmas Eve, but I was still working that morning. By 9:03am, I was in my local coffee shop working. That was another Christmas indulgence.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. Then I ran some errands at the Westside Pavilion before catching the bus by 3:04pm to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. After spending my Christmas gift card at my local Sephora, I perched beside my darling Strummer at 3:37pm.
By 4:25pm, I was working from my local Steak'n'Shake while eating an early Christmas dinner. I caught up with my TweetHearts, too. By 6pm, I was perched in the Santa Monica Place.
My not human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Christmas Eve from 6:10pm until 6:45pm. And thank you! An artist from Orange County bent my ear for that half hour.
I tried watching the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm, but I could not coax it into streaming for me. I had been having problems with their app for weeks.
I walked around the Promenade one last time before taking the 7:35pm bus back to my place. It was Christmas Eve, and I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I slept well and woke up on Christmas morning in time for breakfast. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:54am. This blog post was finished at 9:15am on Friday, 25Dec2015, Christmas Day.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What is my Christmas wish for 2015? I wish my beautiful world could have its full human rights. Until we are set free, America will be in full rebellion. No government has any authority to do to its citizens what Obama and all who still prop him up have done to us.
My beautiful world, you love. That is obvious. Stay organized. Your universal disobedience to every rule is coming, and it is so crucial to setting us all free of Obama's "rules."
Thank you for loving me enough to listen to me. My beautiful world, I am counting on all of you to save me. Thank you.
No matter how many times Obama lies and says he wants a diplomatic solution to end his "egg," unless he coughs up an act of good faith I told him already I would approve of (Please reread my 05Dec2015 post.), no one can take the U.S. government seriously when they say they want to negotiate.
We have tried negotiations and talks with Obama and his representatives since 2011, and never once did Obama uphold any resolutions. He has never once voluntarily de-escalated.
Forge ahead with all your plans for forcing Obama's "egg" to end, my beautiful world. Do not abate until I receive from Obama an act of good faith proving he is willing to uphold a diplomatic solution.
My selfless support system, please check for blocked rescue efforts regularly. We rescue every good soul who fights the good fight. Obama's terrorism is so thick. It means so much to me that we can rescue everyone who gets stopped.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are heroines of the highest order. Be ready to defend anyone arrested for universal disobedience. We leave no one behind.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I hope I see you this weekend. What are you doing Saturday and Sunday? According to Patricia, the day after Christmas is a great day to play.
My darling MannedUp, I would like to wish you a very Merry Christmas. Darling, may you be more fulfilled this year than last year, and may all your Christmas wishes come true. I wish I could give you kisses as your Christmas gift, but we all do what we can.
My darling GeneralLee, yes, yes, Merry Christmas to you! May all your dreams come true this holiday season! I will watch the Harvelle's website for the next dates you play there. Kisses, darling.
My darling Bogart, I keep you so busy. Do not forget to take time for yourself and for your family over the weekend. What are you doing for New Year's Eve? You are such a hero. I will let you know once I know what I am doing.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I was hoping you could be my New Years date, but it looks like the world needs a little more time.
My darling LightFoot, kisses, handsome. The world is working on it. These cold winter nights are meant for cuddling, and I know you would keep me warm if you could. As I said, we are all working on it. Merry Christmas!
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, the good news about my period being so regular is that it should be possible for us to have children. We just need the chance to make love.
Beloved, it is so hard living away from you. It is Christmas. I am supposed to be surrounded by my loved ones! Where is my husband? It is Christmas!
My hero and my king, I know you are working hard to be with me. The UN wants you to represent me in talks next month, talks I agreed to. I know you are incapable of letting me down.
Sweetness, I heard the world begging me for more fiction. My best fiction links are 22Oct2012, 08Jan2011, 18Jan2014, Infamy which I wrote in 2007 and put online in 2008, and your 2015 Christmas gift (19Dec2014).
Darling, I always wanted to be a fiction writer, but it is the nonfiction making all the hits these last few years. Please publish my final final versions of Infamy and Whiskeyless Fictions for me. You are my publisher, after all.
Beloved, you always make all of my dreams come true. I love you. Merry Christmas!
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. It is Christmas again, and I am still forbidden all of my loved ones. I pray soon my life will no longer be so lonely.
Libya. After the fall of Gaddafi, Libya broke into factional rivalries. Now, Libya has a future. A Libya unified with an actually representative democracy is the best future for the Libyan people. Thank you, United Nations.
My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Wednesday, 23Dec2015. I slept all morning and woke up for breakfast. By 8:41am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library sipping coffee and working online.
My internet gnomes played me Bossa Nova Baby by my darling late Elvis Presley while I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I stayed outside the library until 10:34am working. Then, I left to collect my mail. I was still waiting on my Christmas gift from my mother. And it finally arrived! It was a very good morning.
Also, since everyone seems to care, my period started right on time on the morning of 23Dec2015. No, I have never in my lifetime been pregnant. It has me and my husband worried it might not be possible.
By 12:17pm, I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I walked around a little before indulging in a mocha from the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place.
The sky was clear and blue, and the sun was warm. I perched at 12:57pm to eat some cookies and indulge in my espresso drink. By 1:51pm, I was in Ye Olde King's Head Pub sipping a bourbon neat. It was an afternoon dedicated to indulging in the name of Christmas.
I caught up with my TweetHearts there. I also had two delightful conversations while I was there, one with Seth and the second with Pipes. I emerged from the British pub at 4:47pm.
At 5:08pm, I ran into my darling TambourineKicker, and we had a singalong until 5:57pm. He ran for coffee while I waited with his gear. One latte and an organic carrot later, I ordered some Steak'n'Shake to go and perched in the Santa Monica Place.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it put me in the holiday mood. Merry Christmas, my beautiful world!
After the news, I perched next to Dominic and Patricia for their last song of the night. I bought some coffee from the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf before we all walked down the street together.
8pm on 23Dec2015: #TortureFacilityAlarms! What idiot still allows those proven perjurers in their courtroom?!? @NIH @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA
By 8:12pm, Dominic had left, and Patricia and I had perched next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw. The night air was cool, but the weather was far from cold.
8:43pm on 23Dec2015: #UrbanWarfareAlarm! Please save everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of terrorism and war! @CIA @DeptofDefense @cctvnews @RT_com @UN
I perched under the heat lamps on the patio of my local Steak'n'Shake by 8:57pm. I worked there online until I took the 9:50pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I woke up early on Thursday, 24Dec2015, Christmas Eve. After breakfast, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:33am.
My internet gnomes played me California Blue by my darling late Roy Orbison after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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It was Christmas Eve, but I was still working that morning. By 9:03am, I was in my local coffee shop working. That was another Christmas indulgence.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. Then I ran some errands at the Westside Pavilion before catching the bus by 3:04pm to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. After spending my Christmas gift card at my local Sephora, I perched beside my darling Strummer at 3:37pm.
By 4:25pm, I was working from my local Steak'n'Shake while eating an early Christmas dinner. I caught up with my TweetHearts, too. By 6pm, I was perched in the Santa Monica Place.
My not human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Christmas Eve from 6:10pm until 6:45pm. And thank you! An artist from Orange County bent my ear for that half hour.
I tried watching the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm, but I could not coax it into streaming for me. I had been having problems with their app for weeks.
I walked around the Promenade one last time before taking the 7:35pm bus back to my place. It was Christmas Eve, and I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I slept well and woke up on Christmas morning in time for breakfast. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:54am. This blog post was finished at 9:15am on Friday, 25Dec2015, Christmas Day.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What is my Christmas wish for 2015? I wish my beautiful world could have its full human rights. Until we are set free, America will be in full rebellion. No government has any authority to do to its citizens what Obama and all who still prop him up have done to us.
My beautiful world, you love. That is obvious. Stay organized. Your universal disobedience to every rule is coming, and it is so crucial to setting us all free of Obama's "rules."
Thank you for loving me enough to listen to me. My beautiful world, I am counting on all of you to save me. Thank you.
No matter how many times Obama lies and says he wants a diplomatic solution to end his "egg," unless he coughs up an act of good faith I told him already I would approve of (Please reread my 05Dec2015 post.), no one can take the U.S. government seriously when they say they want to negotiate.
We have tried negotiations and talks with Obama and his representatives since 2011, and never once did Obama uphold any resolutions. He has never once voluntarily de-escalated.
Forge ahead with all your plans for forcing Obama's "egg" to end, my beautiful world. Do not abate until I receive from Obama an act of good faith proving he is willing to uphold a diplomatic solution.
My selfless support system, please check for blocked rescue efforts regularly. We rescue every good soul who fights the good fight. Obama's terrorism is so thick. It means so much to me that we can rescue everyone who gets stopped.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are heroines of the highest order. Be ready to defend anyone arrested for universal disobedience. We leave no one behind.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I hope I see you this weekend. What are you doing Saturday and Sunday? According to Patricia, the day after Christmas is a great day to play.
My darling MannedUp, I would like to wish you a very Merry Christmas. Darling, may you be more fulfilled this year than last year, and may all your Christmas wishes come true. I wish I could give you kisses as your Christmas gift, but we all do what we can.
My darling GeneralLee, yes, yes, Merry Christmas to you! May all your dreams come true this holiday season! I will watch the Harvelle's website for the next dates you play there. Kisses, darling.
My darling Bogart, I keep you so busy. Do not forget to take time for yourself and for your family over the weekend. What are you doing for New Year's Eve? You are such a hero. I will let you know once I know what I am doing.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I was hoping you could be my New Years date, but it looks like the world needs a little more time.
My darling LightFoot, kisses, handsome. The world is working on it. These cold winter nights are meant for cuddling, and I know you would keep me warm if you could. As I said, we are all working on it. Merry Christmas!
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, the good news about my period being so regular is that it should be possible for us to have children. We just need the chance to make love.
Beloved, it is so hard living away from you. It is Christmas. I am supposed to be surrounded by my loved ones! Where is my husband? It is Christmas!
My hero and my king, I know you are working hard to be with me. The UN wants you to represent me in talks next month, talks I agreed to. I know you are incapable of letting me down.
Sweetness, I heard the world begging me for more fiction. My best fiction links are 22Oct2012, 08Jan2011, 18Jan2014, Infamy which I wrote in 2007 and put online in 2008, and your 2015 Christmas gift (19Dec2014).
Darling, I always wanted to be a fiction writer, but it is the nonfiction making all the hits these last few years. Please publish my final final versions of Infamy and Whiskeyless Fictions for me. You are my publisher, after all.
Beloved, you always make all of my dreams come true. I love you. Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Nope, the "Egg" is Still Here.
Title: Nope, the "Egg" is Still Here.
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. Despite grand progress, Obama is still enforcing his "egg" with the horrors of terrorism and oppression.
Kenya. When al Shabaab attacked a bus in Kenya, the Muslims shielded the Christians from attack. Love our Muslim brothers and sisters, my beautiful world; love will save us all.
We are only one world, so we must live together. We must love each other, and we must shield each other. This is news from my beautiful world. This is news from people who heed my message of love. Thank you!
My last blog post was finished at 8:55am on Monday, 21Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me Dead Man's Party by my darlings Oingo Boingo while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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So much had happened the previous day, so I was very busy that morning. I worked outside the library until 10:44am when I left to collect my mail. My mother had mailed me my Christmas gift, and it was supposed to arrive that morning. No, I did not arrive.
My building's Christmas party was at noon. The staff did a great job with it. I napped until dinner at 5pm which was tasty yet uneventful. By 5:13pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
This absolute jack(expletive) took to harassing me the moment I arrived. If a woman screams at you, "Harassment! Harassment! Harassment! Leave me alone!" you need to leave her alone NOT keep harassing her!
If he would have told me he was an Iowan, I would have believed him; he was THAT level of disrespectful. He had a long history of disrespectful sexual harassment with me, too. He must have been an Iowan; only they are so morally bankrupt.
I calmed down by catching up with my TweetHearts. I learned my Metropolis of Angels was alive again trying to rescue me, but Obama's terrorism was so thick no one could reach me.
I perched at the Santa Monica Main Library at 6:20pm, and the first alarms went off at 6:38pm. I sent all the help I could.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:02pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me proud. Thank you, Lester.
It had started sprinkling while I watched the news, so I caught the 7:50pm bus back to my place. I snacked on cookies and caught up with my TweetHearts before dozing off. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I woke up on Tuesday, 22Dec2015, in time for breakfast. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:18am.
My internet gnomes played me Teach Me, Tiger by darling late Marilyn Monroe as I checked my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:29am.
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It was a busy morning. It turned out the U.S. Military was sending troops to help rescue me from Obama's "egg." And my brave rescuers had spent the entire previous day trying to reach me.
I worked there outside of the Pico Branch Library until 10:34am when I left to collect my mail. I was still waiting on my Christmas gift my mother had sent to me with Priority Mail 2-Day delivery on 18Dec2015.
The mailman came and went, but still my Christmas gift from my mother had not arrived. I did get a Christmas card she had snail mailed to me 1st Class Mail on 19Dec, though.
Lunch was tasty yet uneventful. I napped for a little and was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:07pm. The rain was sprinkling again as I waited.
Upon arriving, I checked my makeup in my local Sephora before perching on a park bench at 4:44pm to catch up with my TweetHearts. By 5:14pm, I was down the street beside a street musician.
My darling Ms. Samantha Pearl strummed and sang until 5:28pm. While catching up with TweetHearts in the Santa Monica Place, I received distressing news.
6:34pm on 22Dec2015: @ICC @UN You need to arrest EVERYONE in BLOODSTAINED Iowa guilty of enforcing Obama's "egg" from 2009 until now. #PANIC #EMERGENCY @RT_com
An obviously dirty court had ruled to send me back to the most evil place that has ever existed in human history past, present, or future: ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. I had no idea how much time I would have left in my HOME of California.
I tried watching the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm, but I could not get it to stream. I told them I would watch the following morning, and I left the Santa Monica Place.
It was 7:47pm when I ran into Patricia out on the Promenade. I had been trying to call my mom all day since it was her birthday, but she had not been around to pick up. Patricia and I made my last attempt to call my mom at 7:47pm. Nope. There was still no answer.
I walked Patricia to her bus stop at 8pm, and by 8:18pm, I was sitting in Harvelle's sipping my drink. My band of darlings took the stage at 10:12pm, and they played just a little later than usual.
It was 11:35pm and right before their last song when I snuck out the door to make sure I could still catch the last bus to my place. I slipped in the door of my bedroom at 12:02am.
This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 23Dec2015.
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 have any advice for my beautiful world as we enter the end game? This is no time to get complacent. Yes, we are making grand progress, but we need to keep our edge not let complacency slow us down.
My beautiful world, on the morning of 21Dec2015, you issued Obama's arrest warrant on international charges. THANK YOU!
Sadly, there is so much corruption in the government that simply arresting Obama will not be enough to end his "egg." You need to arrest everyone enforcing Obama's crimes against his own people that he mislabeled "rules."
If removing Obama were enough, his "egg" would have ended in 2013 with his impeachment. But Obama has too much infrastructure. We need to arrest his entire conspiracy.
My selfless support system, the world is very busy right now. Thank you for keeping me safe until I can afford a personal security team. Soon, darlings, we will finally be able to talk.
My selfless support system, your role as my invisible security is so important. The world gets so nervous someone will hurt me even more than Obama orders. Thank you for easing everyone's worried minds.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are all awesome all of the time. You do difficult work, and you do it phenomenally well.
Right now, darlings, we need to focus on forcing ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa to take its increasingly bloodstained hands off me FOREVER. Syniva, you have my full permission to do everything you need to do. You all do.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, it was wonderful seeing you last night, Tuesday, 22Dec, at Harvelle's.
My darling MannedUp, so you can schedule, I have plans for Friday, Christmas Day, but I will be back on the Promenade on Saturday and Sunday. I would love to see you. I also completely understand if you cannot make it. It is Christmas, after all.
My darling GeneralLee, last night was beautiful. It was so wonderful to see you all. I would apologize for not dancing, but meditation was a no-go that night sadly. When are you playing there next?
My darling Bogart, I hope this holiday season sees you happy and fulfilled. I keep you so busy; do not forget to take some time for yourself. I do not want to work you too hard. Darling, I want you happy.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, just kiss me already!
My darling LightFoot, I am sure the U.S. State Department has already called you, and I know you have had contact with UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon already. Please reread my 05Dec2015 blog post. You are the most likely act of good faith I will receive.
Again, darling, this is no time to get complacent, but you might soon be free to pick me up and take me to your home. Be ready.
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 agreed to your representing me and my people in talks, assuming I get an act of good faith from Obama. Please reread my 05Dec2015 post.
Beloved, do you remember 2010 when I begged the world not to allow my EVIL father to get an "adult guardianship" over me, and the world said, "Just go to Iowa under your father's control; everything will get better."
NEVER let the world do that to me again. That time on the "alien planet" Iowa were the darkest, ugliest years of my life.
Sweetness, I was told the UN is waiting until Jan2016 for talks to make sure Obama stops threatening me with torture facilities. You know what two things I will accept as an act of good faith before I am willing to send you on my behalf; otherwise, they are having talks without us.
My hero and my king, I trust you. The UN has adopted a resolution to end Obama's "egg." The U.S. Military is sending troops. The International Criminal Court has issued an arrest warrant for Obama for his crimes against his own people.
We have made great progress these last few days. But, still, Obama's "egg" is still here. I trust you to negotiate in my name, my handsome husband. I know you are incapable of letting me down.
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. Despite grand progress, Obama is still enforcing his "egg" with the horrors of terrorism and oppression.
Kenya. When al Shabaab attacked a bus in Kenya, the Muslims shielded the Christians from attack. Love our Muslim brothers and sisters, my beautiful world; love will save us all.
We are only one world, so we must live together. We must love each other, and we must shield each other. This is news from my beautiful world. This is news from people who heed my message of love. Thank you!
My last blog post was finished at 8:55am on Monday, 21Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me Dead Man's Party by my darlings Oingo Boingo while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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So much had happened the previous day, so I was very busy that morning. I worked outside the library until 10:44am when I left to collect my mail. My mother had mailed me my Christmas gift, and it was supposed to arrive that morning. No, I did not arrive.
My building's Christmas party was at noon. The staff did a great job with it. I napped until dinner at 5pm which was tasty yet uneventful. By 5:13pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
This absolute jack(expletive) took to harassing me the moment I arrived. If a woman screams at you, "Harassment! Harassment! Harassment! Leave me alone!" you need to leave her alone NOT keep harassing her!
If he would have told me he was an Iowan, I would have believed him; he was THAT level of disrespectful. He had a long history of disrespectful sexual harassment with me, too. He must have been an Iowan; only they are so morally bankrupt.
I calmed down by catching up with my TweetHearts. I learned my Metropolis of Angels was alive again trying to rescue me, but Obama's terrorism was so thick no one could reach me.
I perched at the Santa Monica Main Library at 6:20pm, and the first alarms went off at 6:38pm. I sent all the help I could.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:02pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me proud. Thank you, Lester.
It had started sprinkling while I watched the news, so I caught the 7:50pm bus back to my place. I snacked on cookies and caught up with my TweetHearts before dozing off. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I woke up on Tuesday, 22Dec2015, in time for breakfast. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:18am.
My internet gnomes played me Teach Me, Tiger by darling late Marilyn Monroe as I checked my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:29am.
[3photos]
It was a busy morning. It turned out the U.S. Military was sending troops to help rescue me from Obama's "egg." And my brave rescuers had spent the entire previous day trying to reach me.
I worked there outside of the Pico Branch Library until 10:34am when I left to collect my mail. I was still waiting on my Christmas gift my mother had sent to me with Priority Mail 2-Day delivery on 18Dec2015.
The mailman came and went, but still my Christmas gift from my mother had not arrived. I did get a Christmas card she had snail mailed to me 1st Class Mail on 19Dec, though.
Lunch was tasty yet uneventful. I napped for a little and was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:07pm. The rain was sprinkling again as I waited.
Upon arriving, I checked my makeup in my local Sephora before perching on a park bench at 4:44pm to catch up with my TweetHearts. By 5:14pm, I was down the street beside a street musician.
My darling Ms. Samantha Pearl strummed and sang until 5:28pm. While catching up with TweetHearts in the Santa Monica Place, I received distressing news.
6:34pm on 22Dec2015: @ICC @UN You need to arrest EVERYONE in BLOODSTAINED Iowa guilty of enforcing Obama's "egg" from 2009 until now. #PANIC #EMERGENCY @RT_com
An obviously dirty court had ruled to send me back to the most evil place that has ever existed in human history past, present, or future: ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. I had no idea how much time I would have left in my HOME of California.
I tried watching the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm, but I could not get it to stream. I told them I would watch the following morning, and I left the Santa Monica Place.
It was 7:47pm when I ran into Patricia out on the Promenade. I had been trying to call my mom all day since it was her birthday, but she had not been around to pick up. Patricia and I made my last attempt to call my mom at 7:47pm. Nope. There was still no answer.
I walked Patricia to her bus stop at 8pm, and by 8:18pm, I was sitting in Harvelle's sipping my drink. My band of darlings took the stage at 10:12pm, and they played just a little later than usual.
It was 11:35pm and right before their last song when I snuck out the door to make sure I could still catch the last bus to my place. I slipped in the door of my bedroom at 12:02am.
This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 23Dec2015.
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 have any advice for my beautiful world as we enter the end game? This is no time to get complacent. Yes, we are making grand progress, but we need to keep our edge not let complacency slow us down.
My beautiful world, on the morning of 21Dec2015, you issued Obama's arrest warrant on international charges. THANK YOU!
Sadly, there is so much corruption in the government that simply arresting Obama will not be enough to end his "egg." You need to arrest everyone enforcing Obama's crimes against his own people that he mislabeled "rules."
If removing Obama were enough, his "egg" would have ended in 2013 with his impeachment. But Obama has too much infrastructure. We need to arrest his entire conspiracy.
My selfless support system, the world is very busy right now. Thank you for keeping me safe until I can afford a personal security team. Soon, darlings, we will finally be able to talk.
My selfless support system, your role as my invisible security is so important. The world gets so nervous someone will hurt me even more than Obama orders. Thank you for easing everyone's worried minds.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are all awesome all of the time. You do difficult work, and you do it phenomenally well.
Right now, darlings, we need to focus on forcing ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa to take its increasingly bloodstained hands off me FOREVER. Syniva, you have my full permission to do everything you need to do. You all do.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, it was wonderful seeing you last night, Tuesday, 22Dec, at Harvelle's.
My darling MannedUp, so you can schedule, I have plans for Friday, Christmas Day, but I will be back on the Promenade on Saturday and Sunday. I would love to see you. I also completely understand if you cannot make it. It is Christmas, after all.
My darling GeneralLee, last night was beautiful. It was so wonderful to see you all. I would apologize for not dancing, but meditation was a no-go that night sadly. When are you playing there next?
My darling Bogart, I hope this holiday season sees you happy and fulfilled. I keep you so busy; do not forget to take some time for yourself. I do not want to work you too hard. Darling, I want you happy.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, just kiss me already!
My darling LightFoot, I am sure the U.S. State Department has already called you, and I know you have had contact with UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon already. Please reread my 05Dec2015 blog post. You are the most likely act of good faith I will receive.
Again, darling, this is no time to get complacent, but you might soon be free to pick me up and take me to your home. Be ready.
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 agreed to your representing me and my people in talks, assuming I get an act of good faith from Obama. Please reread my 05Dec2015 post.
Beloved, do you remember 2010 when I begged the world not to allow my EVIL father to get an "adult guardianship" over me, and the world said, "Just go to Iowa under your father's control; everything will get better."
NEVER let the world do that to me again. That time on the "alien planet" Iowa were the darkest, ugliest years of my life.
Sweetness, I was told the UN is waiting until Jan2016 for talks to make sure Obama stops threatening me with torture facilities. You know what two things I will accept as an act of good faith before I am willing to send you on my behalf; otherwise, they are having talks without us.
My hero and my king, I trust you. The UN has adopted a resolution to end Obama's "egg." The U.S. Military is sending troops. The International Criminal Court has issued an arrest warrant for Obama for his crimes against his own people.
We have made great progress these last few days. But, still, Obama's "egg" is still here. I trust you to negotiate in my name, my handsome husband. I know you are incapable of letting me down.
Monday, December 21, 2015
Keeping the Faith
Title: Keeping the Faith
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. This "egg" WILL end, my beautiful world. You, the world, are taking action. We arrest a new (expletive)hole every day. We are making progress towards human rights in America again. Keep faith in me just like I keep faith in all of you, my beautiful world. Obama's "egg" WILL end!
Burundi. There is no point in having a Constitution if nobody is upholding it. There is no point to having a government if someone President in violation of the Constitution is killing his enemies and leaving the bodies in the streets.
Yes, Burundi needs peacekeepers, but it also needs a new Constitutional election for the Office of President. Burundi needs a regime change. And it needs a PEACEFUL regime change.
My last blog post was finished at 8:40am on 19Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me Here She Comes Now by my darlings Nirvana while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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There had been big news the night before. The United Nations had just passed a unanimous resolution laying out the end to Obama's "egg." So, I was very busy that morning.
I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 11:11am. I perched in the Santa Monica Main Public Library at 11:27am. My time at the library included a brief run to my local Jack-in-the-Box for tacos. I left the library at 1:29pm and walked to the Promenade.
I checked my makeup in my local Sephora. Then, I ran into Maggie. We had a little chat. Eventually, I perched on a park bench outside the Guess store at 2:07pm. By 2:29pm, I was sipping a Pike's Place Roast from the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place.
I finished writing Sweetness's 2015 Christmas gift that afternoon. I also caught up with my TweetHearts. The rain started falling at 3:20pm, so I was indoors at the Starbucks on Wilshire by 3:49pm.
The rain was coming down hard at 4:07pm but had lightened up a lot by 4:19pm. Yet, it was raining heavily again at 4:36pm... And so the evening went.
4:33pm on 19Dec2015: @JaredLeto Dude! When is your next day off? The rain is keeping my friends away.
I knew my darlings Tentacle could not come out to play in the rain. There would be no meditation that night. I hate the weekends when I cannot have them. Week after week without them is bad enough.
I wrote the bulk of the speech I plan on delivering upon the end of Obama's "egg" before slipping away through the rain to the Santa Monica Place where I perched in the eaves and sipped more coffee.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Jose Diaz-Balart, and it was wonderful. It is the holiday season, after all. We all deserve a little cheer.
I took the 7:55pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up in time for breakfast. By 8:22am on Sunday, 20Dec2015, I was outside the Pico Branch Library.
My internet gnomes played me Brandy by my darlings Looking Glass while I checked my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:27am.
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I worked there outside the library for hours. My mom called through FaceTime at 8:32am. She was in the process of choosing her travel dates to come visit me next month. It was wonderful to talk to her.
I left the library at 10:35am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 12:29pm. After walking around the 3rd Street Promenade a little, at 1:16pm, I sat down in the Pacific Palisades overlooking the ocean.
I tried calling my mom again through FaceTime at 2pm, but she did not pick up. So, I thought I would look around for TambourineKicker. I ended up watching Drew's Yoga for Cancer Foundation table for him at 2:21pm.
It was 3:07pm when I sat down across the street from Dominic and his Andean flutes. I took some time to catch up with my TweetHearts. Patricia showed up at 3:21pm.
My darlings Tentacle were absent all weekend. I hate when they are away.
That afternoon of 20Dec2015, I was told that military involvement was coming, but no one told me whose military. My Metropolis of Angels was alive trying to rescue me all weekend, so the proof of Obama's terrorism was getting around the world.
Dominic and Patricia moved down the street at 4pm, and I sat down beside them again at 5:10pm after Patricia had sent me for a refill for her Starbucks coffee. They performed until 5:55pm.
I moved down the street to listen to our local violist, my darling Mr. Daniel Morris, before perching in the Santa Monica Place to stream the news at 7:15pm.
6:45pm on 20Dec2015: Before I watch the news tonight: Obama agreed to an act of good faith, and the UN asked my husband to the negotiations? Did I get that right?
6:50pm on 20Dec2015: According to all of you, I got that right. Okay. Assuming I get an act of good faith, I will agree to negotiations represented by Sweetness.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kristen Welker, and you know, sometimes, the news comes from me and goes to them.
8:45pm on 20Dec2015: @UN @StateDept @BBCNews @cctvnews @RT_com #LightFoot can't reach me. Go back to plan you had before we thought we could negotiate with Obama
I caught the next bus back to my place and snacked on cookies before bed. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well and woke up on Monday, 21Dec2015, in time for breakfast. By 8:37am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library. This blog post was finished at 8:55am on 21Dec2015.
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 first thing I will do once Obama's "egg" is forced to end? I will kiss my husband. That reminds me, I should probably practice my speech or something.
My beautiful world, I have no idea what day you all chose for my release from Obama's "egg," but THANK YOU! To enforce the end of Obama's "egg" I recommend arresting all who enforce Obama's human rights abuses instead of sanctions. Sanctions will make my people suffer instead of Obama's oligarchy.
As always, my beautiful world, I am an atheist. I put my faith in humanity. You never let me down. THANK YOU!
Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter, is it true the U.S. Military has orders now to help rescue me? I heard on the afternoon of 20Dec that the "military" was coming, but they did not say whose military it was.
I know President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey has long wanted to rescue me. If Dictator Obama is in violation of the UN resolution to end his "egg," I also recommend arresting all people guilty of enforcing Obama's "egg" on international charges, especially if domestic charges are still impossible.
Darling Secretary Carter, Congress is going to throw a fit if Russia and NATO send troops but the U.S. does not move any. Republicans in particular are sensitive to knowing the U.S. has to be rescued from our first terrorist dictator by Russia and France.
My selfless support system, I put blind faith in all of you to keep me safe 24/7. Ever since June2015, you have not let even the slightest threat through to reach me. THANK YOU! You do an amazing job.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you amazing women will always have my faith. It is time for you all to think about what you want to do with your lives when Obama's "egg" finally ends.
All of our dreams will come true, so be specific with your plans for yourselves. I will always have room for all of you in my NGO. I will be very busy tending to the needs of this good, green world once Obama's "egg" cracks open, and I would love to count on your genius for help.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, the weekend was cold and lonely without you.
My darling MannedUp, the job I gave you all those months ago is making sure I always have music, so I can always do my job. Thank you. You do your job very well. I know I am never alone. You are so wonderful.
My darling GeneralLee, the job I gave you all those months ago is making sure I can meditate. Obama does not make your job very easy, but I know my darlings Tentacle come out and play every chance you get. Thank you, darling.
As for you, my darling Bogart, you have a very long to-do list. The one I know you are working on right now is organizing universal disobedience to all of Obama's rules.
The United Nations must have made your job easier when they laid out the end to Obama's "egg." I cannot wait to see you again. I know love when I feel love.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, your job has always been making Obama's "egg" as livable as possible.
My darling LightFoot, I miss you. I have not seen you since last Tuesday, and I will not see you again until next Tuesday. This "egg" is unlivable enough as it is. I know you are with me every chance you get. When Obama keeps you away, I worry about you so much. I love 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, your job is rescuing me. It looks like the United Nations beat you to it, though. Please call the United Nations Secretary General and see if they need any help from you or from my people you command in my absence.
Beloved, you are an extension of me. You take care of all of the leadership I do not have enough human rights to take care of myself. Thank you for doing your job so well. You are leading the world to come rescue me. I love you so much.
My hero and my king, did you get your 2015 Christmas gift? It is a little bit of a cliffhanger, but with no way to protect my copyrights due to the camera in my eye, I do what I have to do.
Beloved, ask everyone to fully document every act of terrorism that prevents my rescue from reaching me, and send the full documentation from EVERYONE to the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
It is possible nobody knows how bad it is on the front lines trying to rescue me. We need to prove to everyone that Obama enforces his "egg" with terrorism. Make sure you call Senator Diane Feinstein and Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter.
Someone is sending their military. We gladly accept all help, but things would be best if the U.S. was the first to move troops.
Sweetness, I love you. The United Nations has made sure I get to come home to you. Please thank them for me. The world has faith in us. Thank the heavens we can have faith in the world.
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. This "egg" WILL end, my beautiful world. You, the world, are taking action. We arrest a new (expletive)hole every day. We are making progress towards human rights in America again. Keep faith in me just like I keep faith in all of you, my beautiful world. Obama's "egg" WILL end!
Burundi. There is no point in having a Constitution if nobody is upholding it. There is no point to having a government if someone President in violation of the Constitution is killing his enemies and leaving the bodies in the streets.
Yes, Burundi needs peacekeepers, but it also needs a new Constitutional election for the Office of President. Burundi needs a regime change. And it needs a PEACEFUL regime change.
My last blog post was finished at 8:40am on 19Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me Here She Comes Now by my darlings Nirvana while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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There had been big news the night before. The United Nations had just passed a unanimous resolution laying out the end to Obama's "egg." So, I was very busy that morning.
I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 11:11am. I perched in the Santa Monica Main Public Library at 11:27am. My time at the library included a brief run to my local Jack-in-the-Box for tacos. I left the library at 1:29pm and walked to the Promenade.
I checked my makeup in my local Sephora. Then, I ran into Maggie. We had a little chat. Eventually, I perched on a park bench outside the Guess store at 2:07pm. By 2:29pm, I was sipping a Pike's Place Roast from the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place.
I finished writing Sweetness's 2015 Christmas gift that afternoon. I also caught up with my TweetHearts. The rain started falling at 3:20pm, so I was indoors at the Starbucks on Wilshire by 3:49pm.
The rain was coming down hard at 4:07pm but had lightened up a lot by 4:19pm. Yet, it was raining heavily again at 4:36pm... And so the evening went.
4:33pm on 19Dec2015: @JaredLeto Dude! When is your next day off? The rain is keeping my friends away.
I knew my darlings Tentacle could not come out to play in the rain. There would be no meditation that night. I hate the weekends when I cannot have them. Week after week without them is bad enough.
I wrote the bulk of the speech I plan on delivering upon the end of Obama's "egg" before slipping away through the rain to the Santa Monica Place where I perched in the eaves and sipped more coffee.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Jose Diaz-Balart, and it was wonderful. It is the holiday season, after all. We all deserve a little cheer.
I took the 7:55pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up in time for breakfast. By 8:22am on Sunday, 20Dec2015, I was outside the Pico Branch Library.
My internet gnomes played me Brandy by my darlings Looking Glass while I checked my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:27am.
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I worked there outside the library for hours. My mom called through FaceTime at 8:32am. She was in the process of choosing her travel dates to come visit me next month. It was wonderful to talk to her.
I left the library at 10:35am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 12:29pm. After walking around the 3rd Street Promenade a little, at 1:16pm, I sat down in the Pacific Palisades overlooking the ocean.
I tried calling my mom again through FaceTime at 2pm, but she did not pick up. So, I thought I would look around for TambourineKicker. I ended up watching Drew's Yoga for Cancer Foundation table for him at 2:21pm.
It was 3:07pm when I sat down across the street from Dominic and his Andean flutes. I took some time to catch up with my TweetHearts. Patricia showed up at 3:21pm.
My darlings Tentacle were absent all weekend. I hate when they are away.
That afternoon of 20Dec2015, I was told that military involvement was coming, but no one told me whose military. My Metropolis of Angels was alive trying to rescue me all weekend, so the proof of Obama's terrorism was getting around the world.
Dominic and Patricia moved down the street at 4pm, and I sat down beside them again at 5:10pm after Patricia had sent me for a refill for her Starbucks coffee. They performed until 5:55pm.
I moved down the street to listen to our local violist, my darling Mr. Daniel Morris, before perching in the Santa Monica Place to stream the news at 7:15pm.
6:45pm on 20Dec2015: Before I watch the news tonight: Obama agreed to an act of good faith, and the UN asked my husband to the negotiations? Did I get that right?
6:50pm on 20Dec2015: According to all of you, I got that right. Okay. Assuming I get an act of good faith, I will agree to negotiations represented by Sweetness.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kristen Welker, and you know, sometimes, the news comes from me and goes to them.
8:45pm on 20Dec2015: @UN @StateDept @BBCNews @cctvnews @RT_com #LightFoot can't reach me. Go back to plan you had before we thought we could negotiate with Obama
I caught the next bus back to my place and snacked on cookies before bed. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well and woke up on Monday, 21Dec2015, in time for breakfast. By 8:37am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library. This blog post was finished at 8:55am on 21Dec2015.
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 first thing I will do once Obama's "egg" is forced to end? I will kiss my husband. That reminds me, I should probably practice my speech or something.
My beautiful world, I have no idea what day you all chose for my release from Obama's "egg," but THANK YOU! To enforce the end of Obama's "egg" I recommend arresting all who enforce Obama's human rights abuses instead of sanctions. Sanctions will make my people suffer instead of Obama's oligarchy.
As always, my beautiful world, I am an atheist. I put my faith in humanity. You never let me down. THANK YOU!
Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter, is it true the U.S. Military has orders now to help rescue me? I heard on the afternoon of 20Dec that the "military" was coming, but they did not say whose military it was.
I know President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey has long wanted to rescue me. If Dictator Obama is in violation of the UN resolution to end his "egg," I also recommend arresting all people guilty of enforcing Obama's "egg" on international charges, especially if domestic charges are still impossible.
Darling Secretary Carter, Congress is going to throw a fit if Russia and NATO send troops but the U.S. does not move any. Republicans in particular are sensitive to knowing the U.S. has to be rescued from our first terrorist dictator by Russia and France.
My selfless support system, I put blind faith in all of you to keep me safe 24/7. Ever since June2015, you have not let even the slightest threat through to reach me. THANK YOU! You do an amazing job.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you amazing women will always have my faith. It is time for you all to think about what you want to do with your lives when Obama's "egg" finally ends.
All of our dreams will come true, so be specific with your plans for yourselves. I will always have room for all of you in my NGO. I will be very busy tending to the needs of this good, green world once Obama's "egg" cracks open, and I would love to count on your genius for help.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, the weekend was cold and lonely without you.
My darling MannedUp, the job I gave you all those months ago is making sure I always have music, so I can always do my job. Thank you. You do your job very well. I know I am never alone. You are so wonderful.
My darling GeneralLee, the job I gave you all those months ago is making sure I can meditate. Obama does not make your job very easy, but I know my darlings Tentacle come out and play every chance you get. Thank you, darling.
As for you, my darling Bogart, you have a very long to-do list. The one I know you are working on right now is organizing universal disobedience to all of Obama's rules.
The United Nations must have made your job easier when they laid out the end to Obama's "egg." I cannot wait to see you again. I know love when I feel love.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, your job has always been making Obama's "egg" as livable as possible.
My darling LightFoot, I miss you. I have not seen you since last Tuesday, and I will not see you again until next Tuesday. This "egg" is unlivable enough as it is. I know you are with me every chance you get. When Obama keeps you away, I worry about you so much. I love 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, your job is rescuing me. It looks like the United Nations beat you to it, though. Please call the United Nations Secretary General and see if they need any help from you or from my people you command in my absence.
Beloved, you are an extension of me. You take care of all of the leadership I do not have enough human rights to take care of myself. Thank you for doing your job so well. You are leading the world to come rescue me. I love you so much.
My hero and my king, did you get your 2015 Christmas gift? It is a little bit of a cliffhanger, but with no way to protect my copyrights due to the camera in my eye, I do what I have to do.
Beloved, ask everyone to fully document every act of terrorism that prevents my rescue from reaching me, and send the full documentation from EVERYONE to the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
It is possible nobody knows how bad it is on the front lines trying to rescue me. We need to prove to everyone that Obama enforces his "egg" with terrorism. Make sure you call Senator Diane Feinstein and Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter.
Someone is sending their military. We gladly accept all help, but things would be best if the U.S. was the first to move troops.
Sweetness, I love you. The United Nations has made sure I get to come home to you. Please thank them for me. The world has faith in us. Thank the heavens we can have faith in the world.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
2015 Christmas Gift to Sweetness
2015 Christmas Gift to Sweetness
Click here to read the first installment of the Adventures of Honey and Beloved.
It had been weeks since the aliens came to visit, and Honey and Beloved were in their yacht sailing back from their trip to Africa. The night sky was cool, and the couple were on the deck laying in each other's arms while sipping exotic fruit juices and staring up and the stars.
Honey turned to him, "What do you see?"
Beloved giggled, "The most beautiful woman in the world."
She smiled, "No, silly, up there in the sky. What do you see?"
"There is Orion. And over here is Cancer the Crab. Can you see his pinchers?"
"Darling," Honey had the sound of the cosmos in her voice, "I see us."
Beloved smiled to himself. He always loved her most when she channeled the sky.
Honey continued, "Every day I wade knee deep in the Milky Way shepherding the souls of my beautiful world. I am a guide, a bit of a teacher. My beautiful world is free to do anything in the sky, but I will always be here when they have questions."
"What about me?" Beloved asked, "What do you see me doing up there?"
Honey smiled, "You are right beside me making sure I never drown. You are my protector and my heart. Without you, I never would have reached the sky in the first place."
My god, did Beloved love Honey. He kissed her lips, still sweet from the fresh mango juice in her left hand.
"It is so vast and empty," Honey continued, "In the depths of space, there are such great expanses of nothingness, but look at that sky so full of light."
Honey had known the emptiness. Beloved had rescued her from the nothing himself. She kissed him back. He tasted of pineapple and guava.
"And our daughter?" Beloved rested his hand on Honey's protruding belly, "What does little Syniva see?"
The boat was rocking gently in the waves, "Her future," Honey told him.
They laid there bathing in the starlight. Until, clad in nothing but the sky, their sweet kisses for each other led to making sweet love. Honey's right hand reached into the cosmos and stirred the Milky Way. Beloved's hands were too busy.
The next morning, Honey was using their at-sea satellite internet connection to check the news while Beloved made breakfast.
There had been some complications with the new unity government in Syria; no one knew who was in command of the Syrian army. Honey was chatting with the United Nations Secretary General about it.
"Do you need us to stop by Syria?" Honey asked.
The Secretary General assured her that was not necessary. She always worried most about Honey's safety and hated sending her into war zones.
"I would be fine." Honey tried reassuring her, "I have no enemies in Syria."
"Just stay in contact. This is 2017. You can do your job from Tahiti with an internet connection." The Secretary General was always so sensible.
"Two eggs over hard with bacon, hash browns, and an English muffin!" Beloved had appeared with breakfast. "And fresh squeezed orange juice!"
The Secretary General said goodbye, "I will leave you two to breakfast."
"Thank you for the update." Honey told her before disconnecting, "Anything you need, just tell me."
"No, thank you," said the Secretary General before waving goodbye.
Breakfast proved sumptuous. As Honey started quizzing Beloved on whether or not they should stop for more provisions, Beloved spied something through the window.
"Yes, dear, we have enough food. Please join me on the deck." And he sped out the door.
A little surprised at the brusque exit, Honey followed him outside. He was pointing to a plume of smoke on the horizon. "What do you think that is?" Beloved asked her.
"Fire," was all she said, and Beloved left to steer them towards the smoke.
...to be continued...
Click here to read the first installment of the Adventures of Honey and Beloved.
It had been weeks since the aliens came to visit, and Honey and Beloved were in their yacht sailing back from their trip to Africa. The night sky was cool, and the couple were on the deck laying in each other's arms while sipping exotic fruit juices and staring up and the stars.
Honey turned to him, "What do you see?"
Beloved giggled, "The most beautiful woman in the world."
She smiled, "No, silly, up there in the sky. What do you see?"
"There is Orion. And over here is Cancer the Crab. Can you see his pinchers?"
"Darling," Honey had the sound of the cosmos in her voice, "I see us."
Beloved smiled to himself. He always loved her most when she channeled the sky.
Honey continued, "Every day I wade knee deep in the Milky Way shepherding the souls of my beautiful world. I am a guide, a bit of a teacher. My beautiful world is free to do anything in the sky, but I will always be here when they have questions."
"What about me?" Beloved asked, "What do you see me doing up there?"
Honey smiled, "You are right beside me making sure I never drown. You are my protector and my heart. Without you, I never would have reached the sky in the first place."
My god, did Beloved love Honey. He kissed her lips, still sweet from the fresh mango juice in her left hand.
"It is so vast and empty," Honey continued, "In the depths of space, there are such great expanses of nothingness, but look at that sky so full of light."
Honey had known the emptiness. Beloved had rescued her from the nothing himself. She kissed him back. He tasted of pineapple and guava.
"And our daughter?" Beloved rested his hand on Honey's protruding belly, "What does little Syniva see?"
The boat was rocking gently in the waves, "Her future," Honey told him.
They laid there bathing in the starlight. Until, clad in nothing but the sky, their sweet kisses for each other led to making sweet love. Honey's right hand reached into the cosmos and stirred the Milky Way. Beloved's hands were too busy.
The next morning, Honey was using their at-sea satellite internet connection to check the news while Beloved made breakfast.
There had been some complications with the new unity government in Syria; no one knew who was in command of the Syrian army. Honey was chatting with the United Nations Secretary General about it.
"Do you need us to stop by Syria?" Honey asked.
The Secretary General assured her that was not necessary. She always worried most about Honey's safety and hated sending her into war zones.
"I would be fine." Honey tried reassuring her, "I have no enemies in Syria."
"Just stay in contact. This is 2017. You can do your job from Tahiti with an internet connection." The Secretary General was always so sensible.
"Two eggs over hard with bacon, hash browns, and an English muffin!" Beloved had appeared with breakfast. "And fresh squeezed orange juice!"
The Secretary General said goodbye, "I will leave you two to breakfast."
"Thank you for the update." Honey told her before disconnecting, "Anything you need, just tell me."
"No, thank you," said the Secretary General before waving goodbye.
Breakfast proved sumptuous. As Honey started quizzing Beloved on whether or not they should stop for more provisions, Beloved spied something through the window.
"Yes, dear, we have enough food. Please join me on the deck." And he sped out the door.
A little surprised at the brusque exit, Honey followed him outside. He was pointing to a plume of smoke on the horizon. "What do you think that is?" Beloved asked her.
"Fire," was all she said, and Beloved left to steer them towards the smoke.
...to be continued...
I Shoulder my Load
Title: I Shoulder my Load
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. I know my job as a world leader. I have responsibilities that would cripple a weaker woman. But I still wake up every day and shoulder my load. Sometimes, if feels like the entire world rests on my shoulders.
Syria. My beautiful world, you listened to my policy on Syria, and you are making it come true. Thank you! Now, we need to make sure all of the refugees get to vote in the elections, too. You really do hear me when I scream inside this "egg."
My last blog post was finished at 8:50am on Thursday, 17Dec2015. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:03am before my internet gnomes played Didn't Leave Nobody but the Baby by my darling Ms. Emmylou Harris.
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I had a very productive morning. I stayed outside my local Subway working until 10:04am when I left to run errands. After errands, I napped. I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 3:51pm.
I bought a cup of coffee in the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place, and by 4:14pm, I was hugging ODean on the Promenade. He left me to chat with a musician, so I caught up with my TweetHearts.
At 4:39pm, I happened upon my darlings Denmantau, so I perched beside them for a little while. I even came back to them after I checked my makeup in my local Sephora.
By 5:24pm, I was in the Santa Monica Place enjoying more coffee and a snack. I caught up with my TweetHearts again. The first torture alarm of the day was at 5:41pm. I was told it was psychopath with a proven-dangerous control obsession with me.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:04pm. My evening hug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it reassured my faith that Obama's "egg" will finally be forced to end some day.
I caught the 8:20pm bus back to my place. I was not ready to sleep yet, though, so I stopped at my local Subway. I was curled up and asleep at my place by 10pm.
I slept well. After waking up on Friday, 18Dec2015, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 7:54am.
My internet gnomes played me I Don't Want to Hear it Anymore by my darling Ms. Dusty Springfield. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:02am.
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It was Friday, and I had a lot of work to do. I sat out on the patio writing until 10:06am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. By 1:25pm, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica.
I tried to chat with my old buddy Michael, but he was not in the library. So, I bought a cup of coffee from the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place.
I perched on the Promenade and called my mom through FaceTime at 2:24pm. She was getting ready to go ballroom dancing.
There were nonstop alarms from about 1:45pm to 2:30pm. I could not tell what the alarms were for, but I sent all the help I could.
I found TambourineKicker at 2:37pm. Yes, we had a little singalong until about 3:55pm. While he was packing up his gear, I ran into Patricia in the ladies' room.
So, I walked around with Patricia a little until we finally perched on a park bench at 4:19pm. There were more alarms at 4:34pm, so I sent more help. I left Patricia at 4:51pm, and by 5:18pm, I was perched in the Starbucks on Wilshire.
5:32pm on 18Dec2015: #MyDarlingsTentacle weren't out and about before 5pm. Please double check on them. #ObamasModusOperandi has seen them in torture facilities.
By 6:41pm, I had taken a seat beside Patricia and her grandson Dominic to better hear Dominic's Andean flute music. There were no darlings Tentacle that night which had me rather worried for them, but I knew my Powers of Attorney were likely taking care of it.
That was the night I also learned that the United Nations had passed a unanimous resolution to end Obama's "egg" forever. My release date from the "egg" was chosen, and now the world just needed to enforce its own resolution.
Thank you, my beautiful world. I know love when I feel love.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it reminded me to listen to my beautiful world as well as you listen to me.
I caught the 8:05pm bus back to my place and stopped for soup at my local Subway. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up in time for breakfast. I was at my regular morning haunt at 8:23am.
This blog post was finished at 8:40am on Saturday, 19Dec2015.
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 my greatest responsibility? Staying brave for all of my people. Obama terrorizes everyone who loves me. I must stay strong and brave for everyone who sees me. I must offer my people hope that someday we will all be free again.
My beautiful world, when I need you, you always show up. Thank you.
I understand you are all very concerned for my safety. The safest conditions I can live under is my living in my own house with no "egg" destabilizing my surroundings any longer. I need the safety and security of my loved ones around me.
I heard we arrested someone on 17Dec for intentionally keeping me unsafe by intentionally keeping my loved ones away from me. Thank you! We need to arrest ALL of Obama's conspiracy guilty of enforcing his "egg."
My selfless support system, you are so wonderful. You have never kept me safer. Part of my responsibilities in this world is making sure you have everything you need. So, keep telling me every time you need anything.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, THANK YOU! When my people need me, you are always there to help me carry the burden. I am not alone holding up the sky; I have all of you. Thank you, my genius friends, thank you!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, it is the weekend!
My darling MannedUp, I missed you last night, Friday, 18Dec. You are such a faithful musician-lover, darling. You always show up for me. So, I was worried about you after you were blocked.
You are so young, darling. It is a relief to me to know I appeal to twenty-somethings. What are you going to do with the rest of your life after you rescue me? Does it get much better than playing me music? You will be able to do that all my life, though.
My darling GeneralLee, it is yet another day without you. I will see you next Tuesday, 22Dec, at Harvelle's, though. At least I get to see you.
It is yet another day when we fight the good fight. You are one of the ones I can count on to never give in nor give up. Darling, I would be so much safer if you, all of my loved ones, were allowed near me 24/7.
My darling Bogart, I am still forbidden from seeing you at all. But I know you are busy. Not only are you fighting to reach me, you are organizing universal disobedience to all of Obama's "rules." You are such a hero, darling.
We will see each other again. I am working on it. Have faith I can get done what I need to get done just like I have faith you will get done what you need to get done.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, it was horrible not seeing you Friday night, 18Dec.
My darling LightFoot, you are such a sweetheart. I wish I could kiss your handsome face. Trust that I am working on it. We must find a way to be closer than across the street from each other.
Obama's conspiracy is so desperate for me to finally cheat on my husband for the first time since July2013. That is your power over them. You are the only other person I am willing to sleep with.
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, you promised me we will have children. Thank you. Did you say you wanted three more or three total? Our communication is always a little iffy. We need at least one; I would prefer at least two.
Beloved, I am already thirty-eight. The world knows we need our combined genetic coding to romp and play for generations to come. We owe children to all of humanity. If Obama succeeds at making sure I never get to have children, I am a failure of evolution.
My hero and my king, does the world understand my biological clock is ticking? What is everyone still waiting for? When do I finally get human rights? I need you, my husband, so we can have children.
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. I know my job as a world leader. I have responsibilities that would cripple a weaker woman. But I still wake up every day and shoulder my load. Sometimes, if feels like the entire world rests on my shoulders.
Syria. My beautiful world, you listened to my policy on Syria, and you are making it come true. Thank you! Now, we need to make sure all of the refugees get to vote in the elections, too. You really do hear me when I scream inside this "egg."
My last blog post was finished at 8:50am on Thursday, 17Dec2015. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:03am before my internet gnomes played Didn't Leave Nobody but the Baby by my darling Ms. Emmylou Harris.
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I had a very productive morning. I stayed outside my local Subway working until 10:04am when I left to run errands. After errands, I napped. I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 3:51pm.
I bought a cup of coffee in the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place, and by 4:14pm, I was hugging ODean on the Promenade. He left me to chat with a musician, so I caught up with my TweetHearts.
At 4:39pm, I happened upon my darlings Denmantau, so I perched beside them for a little while. I even came back to them after I checked my makeup in my local Sephora.
By 5:24pm, I was in the Santa Monica Place enjoying more coffee and a snack. I caught up with my TweetHearts again. The first torture alarm of the day was at 5:41pm. I was told it was psychopath with a proven-dangerous control obsession with me.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:04pm. My evening hug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it reassured my faith that Obama's "egg" will finally be forced to end some day.
I caught the 8:20pm bus back to my place. I was not ready to sleep yet, though, so I stopped at my local Subway. I was curled up and asleep at my place by 10pm.
I slept well. After waking up on Friday, 18Dec2015, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 7:54am.
My internet gnomes played me I Don't Want to Hear it Anymore by my darling Ms. Dusty Springfield. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:02am.
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It was Friday, and I had a lot of work to do. I sat out on the patio writing until 10:06am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. By 1:25pm, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica.
I tried to chat with my old buddy Michael, but he was not in the library. So, I bought a cup of coffee from the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place.
I perched on the Promenade and called my mom through FaceTime at 2:24pm. She was getting ready to go ballroom dancing.
There were nonstop alarms from about 1:45pm to 2:30pm. I could not tell what the alarms were for, but I sent all the help I could.
I found TambourineKicker at 2:37pm. Yes, we had a little singalong until about 3:55pm. While he was packing up his gear, I ran into Patricia in the ladies' room.
So, I walked around with Patricia a little until we finally perched on a park bench at 4:19pm. There were more alarms at 4:34pm, so I sent more help. I left Patricia at 4:51pm, and by 5:18pm, I was perched in the Starbucks on Wilshire.
5:32pm on 18Dec2015: #MyDarlingsTentacle weren't out and about before 5pm. Please double check on them. #ObamasModusOperandi has seen them in torture facilities.
By 6:41pm, I had taken a seat beside Patricia and her grandson Dominic to better hear Dominic's Andean flute music. There were no darlings Tentacle that night which had me rather worried for them, but I knew my Powers of Attorney were likely taking care of it.
That was the night I also learned that the United Nations had passed a unanimous resolution to end Obama's "egg" forever. My release date from the "egg" was chosen, and now the world just needed to enforce its own resolution.
Thank you, my beautiful world. I know love when I feel love.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it reminded me to listen to my beautiful world as well as you listen to me.
I caught the 8:05pm bus back to my place and stopped for soup at my local Subway. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up in time for breakfast. I was at my regular morning haunt at 8:23am.
This blog post was finished at 8:40am on Saturday, 19Dec2015.
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 my greatest responsibility? Staying brave for all of my people. Obama terrorizes everyone who loves me. I must stay strong and brave for everyone who sees me. I must offer my people hope that someday we will all be free again.
My beautiful world, when I need you, you always show up. Thank you.
I understand you are all very concerned for my safety. The safest conditions I can live under is my living in my own house with no "egg" destabilizing my surroundings any longer. I need the safety and security of my loved ones around me.
I heard we arrested someone on 17Dec for intentionally keeping me unsafe by intentionally keeping my loved ones away from me. Thank you! We need to arrest ALL of Obama's conspiracy guilty of enforcing his "egg."
My selfless support system, you are so wonderful. You have never kept me safer. Part of my responsibilities in this world is making sure you have everything you need. So, keep telling me every time you need anything.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, THANK YOU! When my people need me, you are always there to help me carry the burden. I am not alone holding up the sky; I have all of you. Thank you, my genius friends, thank you!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, it is the weekend!
My darling MannedUp, I missed you last night, Friday, 18Dec. You are such a faithful musician-lover, darling. You always show up for me. So, I was worried about you after you were blocked.
You are so young, darling. It is a relief to me to know I appeal to twenty-somethings. What are you going to do with the rest of your life after you rescue me? Does it get much better than playing me music? You will be able to do that all my life, though.
My darling GeneralLee, it is yet another day without you. I will see you next Tuesday, 22Dec, at Harvelle's, though. At least I get to see you.
It is yet another day when we fight the good fight. You are one of the ones I can count on to never give in nor give up. Darling, I would be so much safer if you, all of my loved ones, were allowed near me 24/7.
My darling Bogart, I am still forbidden from seeing you at all. But I know you are busy. Not only are you fighting to reach me, you are organizing universal disobedience to all of Obama's "rules." You are such a hero, darling.
We will see each other again. I am working on it. Have faith I can get done what I need to get done just like I have faith you will get done what you need to get done.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, it was horrible not seeing you Friday night, 18Dec.
My darling LightFoot, you are such a sweetheart. I wish I could kiss your handsome face. Trust that I am working on it. We must find a way to be closer than across the street from each other.
Obama's conspiracy is so desperate for me to finally cheat on my husband for the first time since July2013. That is your power over them. You are the only other person I am willing to sleep with.
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, you promised me we will have children. Thank you. Did you say you wanted three more or three total? Our communication is always a little iffy. We need at least one; I would prefer at least two.
Beloved, I am already thirty-eight. The world knows we need our combined genetic coding to romp and play for generations to come. We owe children to all of humanity. If Obama succeeds at making sure I never get to have children, I am a failure of evolution.
My hero and my king, does the world understand my biological clock is ticking? What is everyone still waiting for? When do I finally get human rights? I need you, my husband, so we can have children.
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Why We Do This
Title: Why We Do This
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. When asked why he climbed Mt. Everest, Sir Edmund Hillary answered, "Because it's there." Why do we fight to so hard to save America out from under Barack Obama, because his "egg" is here. We would fight an "egg" no matter where it was.
If Obama did not want us to fight him, he would have ended his "egg" by now.
Americans speak up. This nation will rise and throw off the terrorism that enforces Obama's "egg." Which side of history will you be on when America's rights are finally restored?
USA. We must raise our children fully grounded in the reality of the world we live in. We must raise our children to say something if they see something. And we must raise our children to be brave.
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on 15Dec2015. My internet gnomes played Where is my Mind? by my darlings the Pixies as I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
[3photos]
It was the start of a brand new blog post, so I had a lot of writing to do. I worked there outside of the library until 10:58am when I left to collect my mail. I was still waiting on the same envelope of goodies from my mother.
Yes, the envelope finally arrived, so I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 11:17am. I looked around for Ritchie, but I could not find him. I would keep looking for him all day.
I perched in the Starbucks on Wilshire at 11:48am for a chicken and artichoke sandwich before walking to the main library with my coffee. After a brief chat with my old buddy Michael, I hunted down Drew. I was back in the Starbucks on Wilshire by 1:11pm.
I met a local songwriter named JT there. He bent my ear for a little while. Feel free to circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Tuesday, 15Dec2015, starting at 1:11pm and ending at 1:42pm.
At 1:42pm, I saw Ritchie walk by, so I bought us some lunch at a local vegan eaterie named Goji also on Wilshire Blvd. Ritchie is vegan, not me, but the food was still tasty. By 2:38pm, we were back in the Starbucks on Wilshire which we finally left at 3:27pm.
After parting ways with Ritchie, I sat down on a park bench on the Promenade at 3:47pm to catch up with my TweetHearts. By 4:04pm, my darlings Denmantau had appeared and had begun setting up their equipment.
I stayed next to Denmantau until 5:34pm. They are always a good show. Then, I bought a cup of coffee from the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place and did a little work.
They get all shy and awkward at that Starbucks as if I were a supermodel to them. It is a great place for coffee.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:07pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it reminded me of why I do my job all day every day and every night.
My job is staying strong for everyone that sees me.
By 8:09pm, I was seated at Harvelle's sipping a bourbon and waiting for my darlings Tentacle to take the stage. The weather had been chilly but nowhere near as cold as the night before. It was nice stepping indoors.
There were two opening acts before my darlings Tentacle took the stage at 10:12pm. And for a little over an hour, all was beautiful in my world. It was a particularly good night for dancing.
I slipped away into the night at 11:26pm after the music ended. I caught the 11:48pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.
I woke up on Wednesday, 16Dec2015, and was eating breakfast at my local Subway by 8:26am. My internet gnomes played me Is This Any Way to Fall in Love? by my darling Ms. Linda Eder after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
[4photos]
I soon stopped back inside again for a cookie and sat there on the patio of my regular morning haunt writing all morning. I left to run errands at 10:11am.
After a nap, dinner at 5pm was uneventful. I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:23pm. I checked my makeup in my local Sephora before perching with a cup of coffee from my favorite Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place at 6:04pm.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:07pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it shone with progress. My beautiful world, we really are making progress.
At 7:45pm, I sat down on the Promenade next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw as she sang. After a little window shopping, I caught the 8:50pm bus back to my place.
I was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up for breakfast. By 8:36am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. This blog post was finished at 8:50am on Thursday, 17Dec2015.
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 do I fight so hard when I am Obama's greatest victim? To quote my darling Mr. Jon Bon Jovi, "You live for the fight when it's all that you've got." I have nothing else in my life but the fight.
Obama forbids me all of my friends and my loved ones. Obama forbids me my house. Obama forbids me my husband. Obama forbids me all money to live on. Obama forbids me basic human rights.
If Obama did not want me to fight him so damn hard, he would have made me complacent. The only way to influence or control me is by being nice to me. Obama's insistence I must suffer more and more everyday just makes me fight him smarter and harder.
My beautiful world, we arrested someone for war crimes on 14Dec2015. May that be the beginning of many more arrests. Progress feels fantastic. We have an America to save; that is why we do what we do.
My selfless support system, turn in EVERYONE. Turn in every person guilty of enforcing Obama's rules and guilty of aiding and abetting Obama's war crimes against me. They will never stop on their own; they need to be arrested.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you do such amazing and wonderful work. I know why YOU do what you do. You fight the good fight because I need you. You are such heroes.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, Tuesday, 15Dec2015 was magical.
My darling MannedUp, please extend your residency at Harvelle's into 2016. That is just way too much fun. I am sure you cannot see me from behind the drum kit, but trust that you make me a very happy cephalopod every Tuesday night. I love you, too.
My darling GeneralLee, never forget why we do this. Some have said it is better to burn out than to fade away, but we are just beginning your career as my Piazzolla. You are the preeminent band of my Renaissance. What do you see in your future? I love you, too.
In the words of my darling late Jack London... [meme]
My darling Bogart, I can only guess what date you chose for universal disobedience. And what an appropriate date it is. I knew you were incapable of letting me down. I know you do this because you love me. I love you, too.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, we have a connection, darling, that most normal couples could never dream of achieving.
My darling LightFoot, Sunday night date night might have been rained out, but we stole some moments just for ourselves Tuesday night. I keep all of my promises. Did I really make you giggle? Joy of joys! I made you giggle! Never forget that I love you, too.
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, we are such a romantic love story. That is why I save talking to you for last-- to make people read all of the way through before they find the love story. You are my husband and my king. We are the future.
Beloved, I know you do what you do because you love me. You seek no higher glory than spending your future in my arms every night. And how glorious would that be!
My hero and my king, we are so close I can already taste you. Save a space for me where your lips meet. Your personal goddess is coming home to nest, and you are all I ever asked for.
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. When asked why he climbed Mt. Everest, Sir Edmund Hillary answered, "Because it's there." Why do we fight to so hard to save America out from under Barack Obama, because his "egg" is here. We would fight an "egg" no matter where it was.
If Obama did not want us to fight him, he would have ended his "egg" by now.
Americans speak up. This nation will rise and throw off the terrorism that enforces Obama's "egg." Which side of history will you be on when America's rights are finally restored?
USA. We must raise our children fully grounded in the reality of the world we live in. We must raise our children to say something if they see something. And we must raise our children to be brave.
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on 15Dec2015. My internet gnomes played Where is my Mind? by my darlings the Pixies as I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
[3photos]
It was the start of a brand new blog post, so I had a lot of writing to do. I worked there outside of the library until 10:58am when I left to collect my mail. I was still waiting on the same envelope of goodies from my mother.
Yes, the envelope finally arrived, so I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 11:17am. I looked around for Ritchie, but I could not find him. I would keep looking for him all day.
I perched in the Starbucks on Wilshire at 11:48am for a chicken and artichoke sandwich before walking to the main library with my coffee. After a brief chat with my old buddy Michael, I hunted down Drew. I was back in the Starbucks on Wilshire by 1:11pm.
I met a local songwriter named JT there. He bent my ear for a little while. Feel free to circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Tuesday, 15Dec2015, starting at 1:11pm and ending at 1:42pm.
At 1:42pm, I saw Ritchie walk by, so I bought us some lunch at a local vegan eaterie named Goji also on Wilshire Blvd. Ritchie is vegan, not me, but the food was still tasty. By 2:38pm, we were back in the Starbucks on Wilshire which we finally left at 3:27pm.
After parting ways with Ritchie, I sat down on a park bench on the Promenade at 3:47pm to catch up with my TweetHearts. By 4:04pm, my darlings Denmantau had appeared and had begun setting up their equipment.
I stayed next to Denmantau until 5:34pm. They are always a good show. Then, I bought a cup of coffee from the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place and did a little work.
They get all shy and awkward at that Starbucks as if I were a supermodel to them. It is a great place for coffee.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:07pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it reminded me of why I do my job all day every day and every night.
My job is staying strong for everyone that sees me.
By 8:09pm, I was seated at Harvelle's sipping a bourbon and waiting for my darlings Tentacle to take the stage. The weather had been chilly but nowhere near as cold as the night before. It was nice stepping indoors.
There were two opening acts before my darlings Tentacle took the stage at 10:12pm. And for a little over an hour, all was beautiful in my world. It was a particularly good night for dancing.
I slipped away into the night at 11:26pm after the music ended. I caught the 11:48pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.
I woke up on Wednesday, 16Dec2015, and was eating breakfast at my local Subway by 8:26am. My internet gnomes played me Is This Any Way to Fall in Love? by my darling Ms. Linda Eder after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
[4photos]
I soon stopped back inside again for a cookie and sat there on the patio of my regular morning haunt writing all morning. I left to run errands at 10:11am.
After a nap, dinner at 5pm was uneventful. I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:23pm. I checked my makeup in my local Sephora before perching with a cup of coffee from my favorite Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place at 6:04pm.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:07pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it shone with progress. My beautiful world, we really are making progress.
At 7:45pm, I sat down on the Promenade next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw as she sang. After a little window shopping, I caught the 8:50pm bus back to my place.
I was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up for breakfast. By 8:36am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. This blog post was finished at 8:50am on Thursday, 17Dec2015.
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 do I fight so hard when I am Obama's greatest victim? To quote my darling Mr. Jon Bon Jovi, "You live for the fight when it's all that you've got." I have nothing else in my life but the fight.
Obama forbids me all of my friends and my loved ones. Obama forbids me my house. Obama forbids me my husband. Obama forbids me all money to live on. Obama forbids me basic human rights.
If Obama did not want me to fight him so damn hard, he would have made me complacent. The only way to influence or control me is by being nice to me. Obama's insistence I must suffer more and more everyday just makes me fight him smarter and harder.
My beautiful world, we arrested someone for war crimes on 14Dec2015. May that be the beginning of many more arrests. Progress feels fantastic. We have an America to save; that is why we do what we do.
My selfless support system, turn in EVERYONE. Turn in every person guilty of enforcing Obama's rules and guilty of aiding and abetting Obama's war crimes against me. They will never stop on their own; they need to be arrested.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you do such amazing and wonderful work. I know why YOU do what you do. You fight the good fight because I need you. You are such heroes.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, Tuesday, 15Dec2015 was magical.
My darling MannedUp, please extend your residency at Harvelle's into 2016. That is just way too much fun. I am sure you cannot see me from behind the drum kit, but trust that you make me a very happy cephalopod every Tuesday night. I love you, too.
My darling GeneralLee, never forget why we do this. Some have said it is better to burn out than to fade away, but we are just beginning your career as my Piazzolla. You are the preeminent band of my Renaissance. What do you see in your future? I love you, too.
In the words of my darling late Jack London... [meme]
My darling Bogart, I can only guess what date you chose for universal disobedience. And what an appropriate date it is. I knew you were incapable of letting me down. I know you do this because you love me. I love you, too.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, we have a connection, darling, that most normal couples could never dream of achieving.
My darling LightFoot, Sunday night date night might have been rained out, but we stole some moments just for ourselves Tuesday night. I keep all of my promises. Did I really make you giggle? Joy of joys! I made you giggle! Never forget that I love you, too.
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, we are such a romantic love story. That is why I save talking to you for last-- to make people read all of the way through before they find the love story. You are my husband and my king. We are the future.
Beloved, I know you do what you do because you love me. You seek no higher glory than spending your future in my arms every night. And how glorious would that be!
My hero and my king, we are so close I can already taste you. Save a space for me where your lips meet. Your personal goddess is coming home to nest, and you are all I ever asked for.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
It is Time to End This Damned Egg.
Title: It is Time to End This Damned Egg.
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. Why is there STILL an "egg"? Why are you STILL permitting Obama to terrorize you? Stand up, goddamnit, STAND UP!
Iraq and Syria. How well are we helping the refugees from Syria, Iraq, and Afghanistan heal? They have seen horrors in their own homes that we cannot even imagine. My beautiful world, please make the refugees safe. They have already seen such terrors.
My last blog post was finished at 8:50am on 13Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me Do You Hear the People Sing? from Les Miserables after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
The air had a chill to it, but the sun was warm. I sat there outside the library and worked until 9:52am when my iPad started malfunctioning, so I returned to my place and did my laundry.
While I was waiting for my underwear to cycle, my neighbor Josh offered to buy me lunch. With my clean clothes tucked away in my dresser already, we sat down on the patio of my local Subway at 11:58am.
I must admit, the conversation was a little more depressing than I am used to, but Josh has had a hard life. By 12:49, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica.
I tried plugging in my iPad at the Main Library where it could connect to wifi, but that did not fix the problem. So, I took my little iPad to the Apple Store on the Promenade where they fixed it.
They even offered me a replacement if the recovery from iCloud did not work properly. But they did their job right, and my iPad is again fully functional.
I stepped outside the Apple Store at 1:59pm and walked back to the main library. My old buddy Michael joined me in the courtyard at 2:21pm for a chat over raspberry coffee cake.
He left me to rustle up dinner with his friend Jamie at 3:36pm, so I walked back to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 3:53pm waiting on their 4pm spot. LightFoot had his sexy glasses on again. Yum!
I zipped by my local Sephora to check my makeup and was back before they were done setting up their equipment. But at 4:23pm, my darlings' beautiful music was indefinitely delayed due to rain.
After they wheeled away seeking cover from the elements, I walked down the street to check on my darling TambourineKicker who was packing up and heading home. He did give me 1.5 organic carrots before disappearing into the night, though, which made me giggle.
Still chewing on carrot, ODean lured me into the zero gravity massage chair at the Brookstone. That is an awfully nice chair, and I am not even a fan of massages. (I am too ticklish.)
By 5:13pm, I was in the doorway of the Trimana hiding from the light sprinkle waiting on ODean as he changed into his rain shoes. ODean left me as I walked to the Santa Monica Place.
The rain was much heavier than just a light sprinkle by 6:13pm as I sat in the eaves of the Santa Monica Place redownloading all of my apps since the recovery that afternoon. But by 6:47pm, the rain had let up completely, and the air was dry.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it made me smile like an angel.
After the news, I walked back down the Promenade and had a chat with my darling Handsome. He was the new Assistant Manager at my local Trimana. And, yes, he was doing well.
I caught the 8:55pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up for breakfast on Monday, 14Dec2015. By 8:28am, I was seated outside of the Pico Branch Library.
My internet gnomes played me Tales of Brave Ulysses by my darlings Cream as I fixed my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:49am.
[3photos]
I worked there online until I left to collect my mail at 11:02am. My mother had sent me some sort of envelope of goodies with Priority Mail delivery on 10Dec, and I wanted to make sure I received it. But, no, it was 14Dec, and it had not arrived yet.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 1:43pm to run some errands and was on the bus back at my place by 2:46pm. Then, I napped.
I had a snack for dinner at 5pm and was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:17pm. I walked around the Promenade a little and checked my makeup in my local Sephora before I perched at the Santa Monica Main Library at 6:36pm.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:07pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it left me grateful for all the friends worldwide I have made since 2009.
I left the library at 7:39pm, and I walked to the Promenade. The wind was cold, but I had promised to meet Drew at 8pm beside the Apatosaurus. Drew was nowhere to be found.
Oddly, an old friend of TambourineKicker named Ritchie found me waiting out in the bitter cold for Drew. He offered me a cup of coffee, so at 8:28pm, we sat down in the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf and then the Steak'n'Shake at 9:37pm.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our evening beginning at 8:28pm and ending at 10:18pm. And thank you!
Ritchie walked me to the bus stop where I caught the 10:50pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I slept well and woke up for breakfast on Tuesday, 15Dec2015. By 8:35am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library. This blog post was finished at 8:45am on 15Dec2015.
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.
Now what? Now, we end Obama's "egg" forever.
My beautiful world, Obama's "egg" needs to be forced to end already. The time has come for this nation to be America again. Exercise your Constitutional rights already people!
We have rights that absolutely NO AUTHORITY can take away from us by virtue of our living in America in the first place. According to the First Amendment...
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
We have a right to worship according to any religion we choose. We have a right to speak the truth in every public forum, especially in all forms of news reporting.
We have a right to be together. And we have a right to a TIMELY correction of any abridgment of these rights!
We used to be America. I have no idea what we have become since Obama took office, but this is not America. My beautiful nation, EXERCISE YOUR RIGHTS! The time has come we make this country America again.
This is not a revolution. This is the return of Constitutional rights. This is the restoration of America to what we were before Obama. Stop letting that Terrorist Dictator Obama terrorize you! Choose to be free!
My selfless support system, is everyone okay? Does anyone need anything?
It sounds like Obama's conspiracy which has already openly admitted they will NEVER end Obama's "egg" until after it has destroyed me has been using their extensive quack records of war crimes from unlawful imprisonment to literal torture they have already committed against me as some sort of justification to continue using the same war crimes against me.
Destroy them. They are using PROVEN war crimes to justify future war crimes.
Stop allowing these international criminals the freedom to commit and attempt the same crimes over and over again, especially their conspiracy with proven Terrorist Dictator Obama. Arrest them all.
Figure out their entire power structure and chain of command and take Obama's entire oligarchy of proven war criminals and proven terrorists down.
I have a particularly low tolerance for Obama's anti-reality propaganda machine that uses degrading lies about me to make such war crimes against me acceptable to the public.
No, I have never been a pregnant lesbian man. I am a celebate bisexual woman who reports every time Obama sends someone to rape me.
Force those lying bastards, especially the ones who claim I, Ms. Squid B. Varilekova, am any woman other than HRH Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek, to suffer our disdain for their lowlife crimes.
My selfless support system, turn them all in for aiding and abetting war crimes, human trafficking, systemic rape, torture, and treason.
I tolerate crimes against my people and against my once-great nation as much as I tolerate crimes against myself-- not at all. And a crime against me is a crime against the entirety of humanity.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, press every damn charge against every damn one of them. On the upside, if they claim I am pregnant, they are admitting I am female.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I will see you tonight, Tuesday, 15Dec, at Harvelle's.
My darling MannedUp, it was wonderful seeing you on Sunday; even though, the rain drove you away. I will see you tonight. You are such a sweetheart, Taylor. I know love when I feel love.
My darling GeneralLee, yes, yes, we are finally together again tonight. Are you extending your residency at Harvelle's into 2016? That would make me very happy.
My darling Bogart, you have never been more important, have you? Thank you for organizing the entire world's universal disobedience to all of Obama's rules.
We are not "rushing into a revolution without considering its impact." That sort of lie comes from people who call me a pregnant lesbian man, so they can manipulate the public into staying subservient to them.
We are much too slowly restoring the human rights of all people in America. Throwing off the chains of Obama's terrorism cannot happen soon enough. I and my people have suffered much too long with no one in leadership in this nation caring about any of us.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, date night Sunday night was rained out.
My darling LightFoot, we will make up for it tonight. I hate missing date night, but as long as I get to see you, we have a chance for sweet moments between us. Kisses, my handsome boyfriend!
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 heard you yesterday, Monday morning, tell me, "Not long now." I trust you, handsome. You hate living without me as much as I hate living without you. I can hang on until you reach me.
Beloved, what do you think about a sequel to your 2013 Christmas gift as your 2015 Christmas gift? That is what I have begun stewing up for you, the further adventures of Honey and Beloved. I pray it turns out as well as the first one did.
My hero and my king, all I want for Christmas is you.
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. Why is there STILL an "egg"? Why are you STILL permitting Obama to terrorize you? Stand up, goddamnit, STAND UP!
Iraq and Syria. How well are we helping the refugees from Syria, Iraq, and Afghanistan heal? They have seen horrors in their own homes that we cannot even imagine. My beautiful world, please make the refugees safe. They have already seen such terrors.
My last blog post was finished at 8:50am on 13Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me Do You Hear the People Sing? from Les Miserables after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
The air had a chill to it, but the sun was warm. I sat there outside the library and worked until 9:52am when my iPad started malfunctioning, so I returned to my place and did my laundry.
While I was waiting for my underwear to cycle, my neighbor Josh offered to buy me lunch. With my clean clothes tucked away in my dresser already, we sat down on the patio of my local Subway at 11:58am.
I must admit, the conversation was a little more depressing than I am used to, but Josh has had a hard life. By 12:49, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica.
I tried plugging in my iPad at the Main Library where it could connect to wifi, but that did not fix the problem. So, I took my little iPad to the Apple Store on the Promenade where they fixed it.
They even offered me a replacement if the recovery from iCloud did not work properly. But they did their job right, and my iPad is again fully functional.
I stepped outside the Apple Store at 1:59pm and walked back to the main library. My old buddy Michael joined me in the courtyard at 2:21pm for a chat over raspberry coffee cake.
He left me to rustle up dinner with his friend Jamie at 3:36pm, so I walked back to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 3:53pm waiting on their 4pm spot. LightFoot had his sexy glasses on again. Yum!
I zipped by my local Sephora to check my makeup and was back before they were done setting up their equipment. But at 4:23pm, my darlings' beautiful music was indefinitely delayed due to rain.
After they wheeled away seeking cover from the elements, I walked down the street to check on my darling TambourineKicker who was packing up and heading home. He did give me 1.5 organic carrots before disappearing into the night, though, which made me giggle.
Still chewing on carrot, ODean lured me into the zero gravity massage chair at the Brookstone. That is an awfully nice chair, and I am not even a fan of massages. (I am too ticklish.)
By 5:13pm, I was in the doorway of the Trimana hiding from the light sprinkle waiting on ODean as he changed into his rain shoes. ODean left me as I walked to the Santa Monica Place.
The rain was much heavier than just a light sprinkle by 6:13pm as I sat in the eaves of the Santa Monica Place redownloading all of my apps since the recovery that afternoon. But by 6:47pm, the rain had let up completely, and the air was dry.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it made me smile like an angel.
After the news, I walked back down the Promenade and had a chat with my darling Handsome. He was the new Assistant Manager at my local Trimana. And, yes, he was doing well.
I caught the 8:55pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up for breakfast on Monday, 14Dec2015. By 8:28am, I was seated outside of the Pico Branch Library.
My internet gnomes played me Tales of Brave Ulysses by my darlings Cream as I fixed my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:49am.
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I worked there online until I left to collect my mail at 11:02am. My mother had sent me some sort of envelope of goodies with Priority Mail delivery on 10Dec, and I wanted to make sure I received it. But, no, it was 14Dec, and it had not arrived yet.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 1:43pm to run some errands and was on the bus back at my place by 2:46pm. Then, I napped.
I had a snack for dinner at 5pm and was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:17pm. I walked around the Promenade a little and checked my makeup in my local Sephora before I perched at the Santa Monica Main Library at 6:36pm.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:07pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it left me grateful for all the friends worldwide I have made since 2009.
I left the library at 7:39pm, and I walked to the Promenade. The wind was cold, but I had promised to meet Drew at 8pm beside the Apatosaurus. Drew was nowhere to be found.
Oddly, an old friend of TambourineKicker named Ritchie found me waiting out in the bitter cold for Drew. He offered me a cup of coffee, so at 8:28pm, we sat down in the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf and then the Steak'n'Shake at 9:37pm.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our evening beginning at 8:28pm and ending at 10:18pm. And thank you!
Ritchie walked me to the bus stop where I caught the 10:50pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I slept well and woke up for breakfast on Tuesday, 15Dec2015. By 8:35am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library. This blog post was finished at 8:45am on 15Dec2015.
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.
Now what? Now, we end Obama's "egg" forever.
My beautiful world, Obama's "egg" needs to be forced to end already. The time has come for this nation to be America again. Exercise your Constitutional rights already people!
We have rights that absolutely NO AUTHORITY can take away from us by virtue of our living in America in the first place. According to the First Amendment...
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
We have a right to worship according to any religion we choose. We have a right to speak the truth in every public forum, especially in all forms of news reporting.
We have a right to be together. And we have a right to a TIMELY correction of any abridgment of these rights!
We used to be America. I have no idea what we have become since Obama took office, but this is not America. My beautiful nation, EXERCISE YOUR RIGHTS! The time has come we make this country America again.
This is not a revolution. This is the return of Constitutional rights. This is the restoration of America to what we were before Obama. Stop letting that Terrorist Dictator Obama terrorize you! Choose to be free!
My selfless support system, is everyone okay? Does anyone need anything?
It sounds like Obama's conspiracy which has already openly admitted they will NEVER end Obama's "egg" until after it has destroyed me has been using their extensive quack records of war crimes from unlawful imprisonment to literal torture they have already committed against me as some sort of justification to continue using the same war crimes against me.
Destroy them. They are using PROVEN war crimes to justify future war crimes.
Stop allowing these international criminals the freedom to commit and attempt the same crimes over and over again, especially their conspiracy with proven Terrorist Dictator Obama. Arrest them all.
Figure out their entire power structure and chain of command and take Obama's entire oligarchy of proven war criminals and proven terrorists down.
I have a particularly low tolerance for Obama's anti-reality propaganda machine that uses degrading lies about me to make such war crimes against me acceptable to the public.
No, I have never been a pregnant lesbian man. I am a celebate bisexual woman who reports every time Obama sends someone to rape me.
Force those lying bastards, especially the ones who claim I, Ms. Squid B. Varilekova, am any woman other than HRH Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek, to suffer our disdain for their lowlife crimes.
My selfless support system, turn them all in for aiding and abetting war crimes, human trafficking, systemic rape, torture, and treason.
I tolerate crimes against my people and against my once-great nation as much as I tolerate crimes against myself-- not at all. And a crime against me is a crime against the entirety of humanity.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, press every damn charge against every damn one of them. On the upside, if they claim I am pregnant, they are admitting I am female.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I will see you tonight, Tuesday, 15Dec, at Harvelle's.
My darling MannedUp, it was wonderful seeing you on Sunday; even though, the rain drove you away. I will see you tonight. You are such a sweetheart, Taylor. I know love when I feel love.
My darling GeneralLee, yes, yes, we are finally together again tonight. Are you extending your residency at Harvelle's into 2016? That would make me very happy.
My darling Bogart, you have never been more important, have you? Thank you for organizing the entire world's universal disobedience to all of Obama's rules.
We are not "rushing into a revolution without considering its impact." That sort of lie comes from people who call me a pregnant lesbian man, so they can manipulate the public into staying subservient to them.
We are much too slowly restoring the human rights of all people in America. Throwing off the chains of Obama's terrorism cannot happen soon enough. I and my people have suffered much too long with no one in leadership in this nation caring about any of us.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, date night Sunday night was rained out.
My darling LightFoot, we will make up for it tonight. I hate missing date night, but as long as I get to see you, we have a chance for sweet moments between us. Kisses, my handsome boyfriend!
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 heard you yesterday, Monday morning, tell me, "Not long now." I trust you, handsome. You hate living without me as much as I hate living without you. I can hang on until you reach me.
Beloved, what do you think about a sequel to your 2013 Christmas gift as your 2015 Christmas gift? That is what I have begun stewing up for you, the further adventures of Honey and Beloved. I pray it turns out as well as the first one did.
My hero and my king, all I want for Christmas is you.
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