Saturday, December 5, 2015

Every Human Deserves to be Loved.

Title: Every Human Deserves to be Loved.

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, every human deserves to be loved. It is so lonely inside Obama's "egg." No one is permitted to love or respect me.

USA. I agree that something must be done, but I do not think gun control laws can fix this. We need to fix our culture. People in America believe guns solve problems.

People get desperate, and they pick up a gun to solve their problems. People know shooting up a building will make an impact, and they will leave their mark on the world.

Can we have blockbuster movies where the heroes do not shoot people? Can we have engaging television that is not driven by violence? Once we can answer those questions with a, "Yes," we have fixed the cycle of violence in America.

We know it is possible. For example, Dr. Who never touches guns, and neither do I. Please, liberal media, put your oeuvre where your mouth is. Create a culture where violence is not the answer.

My last blog post was finished at 8:38am on Thursday, 03Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me I Got a Line on You by my darlings the Hollywood Vampires after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.


I had heard a rumor that morning that Obama wanted to take steps to give my Royal Consort LightFoot a more formidable role in my life. So, I had work to do that morning. I stayed there outside my local branch library working online until 11:39am.

I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon. After a nap, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 3:05pm.

I soon found Patricia, and we walked around the Promenade together. By 3:46pm, I was watching Drew's table for him while he used the restroom.

Patricia and I perched on a park bench at 3:59pm right beside my darling Ms. Jackii B. who started playing at 4:10pm.

Not much later, I stopped in the Main Public Library and my old buddy Michael and I ended up on a great hunt for caffeine.

After buying two of the brand new watermelon Rock Star drinks at my local 7-11, we perched in the courtyard of the Main Public Library for cookies and a conversation at 5:44pm. The conversation was as delightful as always.

We returned to the 7-11 for pizza and even more energy drinks at 7:09pm. Michael is such a sweetheart. He walked me back to the Promenade at 8:01pm, and I caught the 8:20pm bus back to my place.

I was not ready to sleep yet, so I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 9pm outside the Pico Branch Library. I was curled up and asleep by 10:30pm.

I slept well and woke up for breakfast on Friday, 04Dec2015. By 8:28am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library.

My internet gnomes played me Zombie Jamboree by my darling Mr. Harry Belafonte while I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.


The sky was overcast and grey. It was a very productive morning. I worked there online until 9:55am when I took care of some odds and ends at my place. By 11am, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica.

At 11:14am, I perched at my local Steak'N'Shake for lunch. I love that place. I sat on their patio and got a little work done.

By 11:47am, I was in the courtyard of the Santa Monica Main Public Library sipping coffee and catching up with my Tweethearts. My old buddy Michael joined me at 12:26pm. We had snacks and a short chat. I perched upstairs at the library to do some work at 12:51pm.

I left the library at 1:24pm and walked to the Promenade. I quickly ran into ODean there. He is always up for conversation.

We chatted on the sidewalk. We chatted in the Starbucks on Wilshire. We chatted in my local Sephora where I ended up leaving him while he spritzed himself with "beauty elixir."

By 2:38pm, I was sitting in the Pacific Palisades overlooking the ocean. My mom called me through FaceTime at 3:33pm. She looked great.

I stayed there under the warm California sun until 3:38pm when I took the scenic route back to the Promenade. There had been five or six torture facility alarms all afternoon.

4:11 on 04Dec2015: #TortureFacilityAlarm! There is another! And a repeat of the #UrbanWarfareAlarm! Make Obama stop terrorizing my people! @StateDept @RT_com

I stopped back in the Starbucks on Wilshire for a refill and walked around the Promenade for a while before perching on the park bench outside the Abercrombie & Fitch by 5:18pm.

I was all caught up with my Tweethearts by the time Patricia found me at 5:51pm. We had a delightful little chat until I left to watch the news.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm PST. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me wish our news reporters had enough First Amendment rights to report all of the news again.

I was soon back out on the Promenade. The weather was lovely. My only complaint was that my darlings Tentacle were kept away from me all night. They would have been there if they had any way to show up.

At 7:57pm, I sat under the heaters on the patio of my local Steak'N'Shake and sipped caffeine. I caught the 8:30pm bus back to my place and was curled up an asleep by 10:30pm.

I woke up on Saturday, 05Dec2015, in time for breakfast. By 8:38am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. This blog post was finished at 8:45am on 05Dec2015.

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 do I want from the negotiating table? I want to represent myself and all of my self-identified people at our own talks. I have authorized no one else to represent us. But I understand world leaders representing their own people might make progress representing themselves.

First of all, we need an act of good faith from Obama before allowing him at the table. We need an act of good faith from Obama as his proof he will uphold his own resolutions this time. He has never once upheld any resolutions he negotiated in the past.

Acceptable acts of good faith are arrangements for my living with LightFoot with no earspeaker in his head and with his complete control of his own finances until Obama's "egg" is completely ended or the return of full First Amendment rights to all people under U.S. jurisdiction.

Ideally, the negotiating table will result in the immediate and complete end of Obama's "egg" with the immediate and complete removal of all of Obama's "rules."

But I am willing to negotiate a transitional period beginning now with immediate arrangements for my living with LightFoot as explained above and ending on Inauguration Day 2017 with the introduction of paparazzi to my life.

The resolutions must be binding, and that is why we need the act of good faith from Obama.

My beautiful world, on 29Nov, the FBI began arresting all who enforce Obama's rules for treason. It is time you all stood up and exercised your full First Amendment rights.

The First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution

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.

Yes, my once-great America, you are supposed to be free to worship as you please. You and the presses are supposed to be free to tell the truth in any setting including to my face.

You have a right to peaceably assemble with me, assuming I want to spend time with you, too. And we are due a timely return of these rights if they are ever abridged; that is the part about the redress of grievances.

We are humans. We are due our human rights. This nation has not been recognizable as America since 2009 when Obama first took office, and I will not rest until we make America free again.

My selfless support system, assuming the FBI are now arresting everyone for treason who enforces Obama's rules, we must protect the FBI, too. If anyone needs me, make sure you tell me quickly. This is America; it is time we had our Constitutional rights returned.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yes, we want to press criminal charges against any and all people arrested for crimes against me or against my people.

Soon, our people will be less terrorized by Obama's iron fist of terrorism and death. We need to be prepared for my people to exercise their freedoms and rights. Be ready.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, every human deserves to be loved.

My darling MannedUp, Friday night was cold and lonely without you. I know I can count on you to manifest from the aether just for me every chance you get. The night was must have been ugly for you. Thank you for enduring it! I love you, too.

My darling GeneralLee, I will see you as soon as possible. We all deserve to be loved, Brien. I love you, too. I have to work on your carpal tunnel. It has been bothering you for weeks, has it not?

My darling Bogart, I heard you. Darling, I made my choice. It was not easy. I did a lot of crying, but I chose LightFoot. But, yes, I still love you. Maybe my heart just has too much love to give.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I am working on it.

My darling LightFoot, very reliable sources told me Obama has chosen the transitional time period beginning when I live with you. I hope you are ready. I love you, too, darling. Here is to 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, in an ideal world, I just go home to you. In an ideal world, we see the immediate and complete end to Obama's "egg." We will see what happens. How are you with all of the big changes lately?

Beloved, thank you for being so understanding about my lovers. No, I have not had sex with any of you, but the heart is still a tricky creature. Thank you.

My hero and my king, every human deserves to be loved. I am just as understanding about your mistress. Welcome to the modern marriage, I suppose. I love and adore you!

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