Progress

Title: Progress

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. On Sunday, 29Nov, America made progress towards returning full First Amendment rights to all people under U.S. jurisdiction. The FBI began arresting people for treason who stop and who prevent my rescue from Obama's "egg" asserting our right to peaceably assemble.

France. There are talks on Climate Change in Paris right now that I really need to be in. Sweetness, can we match France's pledge of €2B for green energy in Africa? I agree that the world owes Africa an environmental debt.

Sweetness, we have no one representing me at the climate conference. The world would only benefit if I could be there, but my reading filtered news online is all Obama permits. Thank you, darling, for donating our money to green energy in Africa.

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on 01Dec2015. I slept well and woke up for breakfast. By 8:53am, I was perched outside of the Pico Branch Library.

My internet gnomes played me Wild Ones by Flo Rida while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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I popped open a caffeinated beverage and worked online there outside the library for hours. My work waits for no one. The urban warfare alarms and torture facility alarms started blaring at 10:02am.

I left the Pico Branch Library for my place at 11:26am. I chatted with Josh during lunch at noon. By 1:23pm, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica and had a short chat with Michael before perching at the Main Public Library at 1:51pm.

After the library, I stopped at my local Von's for a few caffeinated beverages. By 2:44pm, I took a seat in the Pacific Palisades overlooking the ocean. There is a peace only the ocean can give.

After checking my makeup in the Sephora and after saying hello to Drew and to my darling Strummer, it was 3:58pm when I sat down on a park bench on the Promenade.

I spent the majority of my evening catching up with my Tweethearts. The world had been very busy. Drew ended up buying me a cup of coffee. There was free frozen yogurt at my local Yogurtland.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was a testament to the fact no one in this world can do my job better than I can.

I had a little chit chat with Drew before catching the 8:30pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm. After sleeping well, I was awake on Wednesday, 02Dec2015, in time for breakfast.

By 8:37am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library. My internet gnomes played me We Built This City by my darlings Starship. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:43am.

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I had writing to do that morning, so I popped open a caffeinated beverage and did my job. The first torture facility alarm for the day blared at 10:10am. I worked there outside the library until 10:48am.

I chatted with Josh over lunch at noon. After a nap, I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:22pm. I checked my makeup in my local Sephora.

Then, at 4:46pm, I was watching Drew's Yoga for Cancer Foundation table for him while he went for coffee. It was 5:02pm when I sat down across the street from my darlings Denmantau.

After walking around with Patricia a little at 5:23pm, my mom called through FaceTime at 6pm. Mom looked great. I am so lucky to have a beautiful mother.

I tried streaming the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm but experienced technical difficulties. So, I returned to Drew, and he took me out for Thai food. At 7:40pm, we sat down at T's Thai in Santa Monica.

Dinner was interesting. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a recording with full audio and visuals of my Wednesday night, 02Dec, beginning at 7:43pm and ending at 8:10pm.

After waiting with Drew for a little while, I caught the 9:05pm bus back to my place. I was asleep as soon as my head hit my pillow.

I woke up on Thursday, 03Dec2015, in time for breakfast. I was outside the Pico Branch Library sipping coffee by 8:21am. This blog post was finished at 8:38am on 03Dec2015.

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 would I like to see as a result of the climate talks? We need to reduce our greenhouse gas emissions, process the carbon already in the air out of the air, and we need to make sure humanity survives to see the climate cool again.

I would like to see a dedication to green technology. There is so much I want from biofuel made from algae to solar-powered cars the third world can afford.

I would like to see a resolution to put rooftop gardens on every building worldwide. We only have plant life to process carbon out of the air.

From sea walls to readying our cities for climate refugees, there is so much we have to do to make sure we survive. There is also a cataclysmic mass extinction of species the world is facing right now.

There is so much more we need to do than give money right now. We need problem solving. But, yes, making humanity self-sustaining will take money, too.

My beautiful world, our tiny amount of progress with the treason charges feels huge. Was the LA police chief ousted, too? Now, my beautiful world, organize my lift to my REAL house across town.

We still need the media to organize universal disobedience to all the rules. It looks like no one will be prosecuted for exercising freedom of speech anymore, only prosecuted for silencing freedom of speech.

My beautiful world, are you ready for your freedoms and rights to be returned. Go exercise your rights! The FBI will arrest anyone who stops you for treason.

My selfless support system, thank you for keeping me alive in here long enough to see this progress. My beautiful world has been so terrorized for so long. They need to learn to be brave enough to exercise their Constitutional rights.

My selfless support system, please give the FBI our hard intelligence on who is responsible for Obama's "egg." They took Step 3); we protect the FBI, too, now.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, in case anyone asks, yes, we would like to press criminal charges against any people arrested for crimes against me and against my people. Hallelujah!

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, whom should I be expecting to reach me first?

My darling MannedUp, you, darling, I expect, as you promised, on Friday. Oh, darling, you never let me down unless there are dire circumstances. Last weekend must have been something ugly indeed.

My darling GeneralLee, I will see you Tuesday, 08Dec. We barely get to see each other at all, so we do our best with what time we do have together. Darling, I can hardly wait.

My darling Bogart, I need you to organize universal disobedience to every "rule" more than I need anything else from you. I know you have taken up trying to rescue me again. Sigh. Stay safe out there.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, kisses. Yes, darling, my kisses wait for you.

My darling LightFoot, you are my boyfriend. We need to do something about your evil earspeaker situation. We simply need to be able to kiss. I am working on it.

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 feel so close to me. The FBI have begun arresting they who keep us apart for treason. How close are we to my just going home to you?

Beloved, you are whom I wait for. You are my happily ever after. You are my happy ending. You are what makes all of my suffering worthwhile. You are my only reward.

My hero and my king, save a space for me where your lips meet. I am coming home soon.