Renaissance of Love.

Title: Renaissance of Love.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. With my release from this "egg" set for 29Feb2016, it is time to bring the Renaissance of Love to a new level. We already have music, art, film, technology, and science we never had before Obama's "egg" began in 2009. Now, let us show the world what love can do.

Create, my beautiful world. Take my breath away. Astound me. I have faith in you, my beautiful world, to create the future now. Bring on a full Renaissance of Love, my beautiful world. Prove goodness and progress can come from such a horrifying "egg."

Iran. My darlings the U.S. Military, you took care of this one without my needing to get involved. I am sure it helped that I am an honorary three-star Navy admiral. When in doubt, people who get captured by Iran or North Korea or etc. should all claim to be some of my self-identified people. The entire world loves me.

My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on Tuesday, 12Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me Secret Agent Man by my darling Mr. Johnny Rivers while I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9:15am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me so happy for my warm California weather.

I stayed there outside the library working until 9:58am when I left to take care of some odds and ends at my place. I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica by 11:06am.

My first stop was lunch at my local Steak'n'Shake. I stayed there until 11:44am. Then, I walked into the Brookstone store and sat in the massage chair. It felt fabulous. I checked my makeup in my local Sephora.

By 1:14pm, I was perched next to the best Starbucks in the world inside the Santa Monica Place catching up with my TweetHearts. There was conflicting news about what was going on that afternoon and to whom, but I eventually received the all clear that all of us were safe.

By 2:33pm, I was perched in the Starbucks on 3rd and Wilshire sipping one of those Starbucks energy drinks. I only switched Starbucks to be able to plug in my iPad. Sadly, the best Starbucks in the world has no power outlets.

3:49pm on 12Jan2016: @StateDept I and my people are not beholden to any terms we did not negotiate. #05Dec2015BlogPost Send an act of good faith. @SweetnessDepp

My mom called me through FaceTime at 4:25pm. She was very excited about her trip to visit me. She arrives tomorrow, Friday, 15Jan2016, some time in the early evening.

By 4:45pm, my darling Mr. Craig Richardson had found me there in the Starbucks. I left my seat to show him some support out on the Promenade at 4:53pm.

We had our little singalong going by 5:40pm, but I had to leave at 5:45pm to catch Obama's 2016 State of the Union address. Yes, feel free to do what you want, NBC Nightly News, with my live commentary. I love you, too. Could you imagine me in a live presidential debate?

By 7:38pm, I was back beside my darling Mr. Craig "TambourineKicker" Richardson. He was in the process of moving down the street to his 8pm spot. I hung around to help him move then sang along until 9pm when I walked to Harvelle's for my regularly scheduled Tuesday night love fest.

My darlings Tentacle took the stage at 9:50pm. It was glorious. And the music did not stop until 11:08pm. It was a great night for meditation; every note they played was gorgeous.

I snuck out the door at 11:35pm to make sure I could still catch the last bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 1am.

I slept well and woke up on Wednesday, 13Jan2016, in time for breakfast. By 8:21am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway.

My internet gnomes played me Some Nights by my darlings fun. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:28am.

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I worked there until 9am when I moved to the Pico Branch Library. I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening at 9:15am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it reminded me of all the progress we have made in only one year.

I returned to my local Subway at 9:50am where I stayed working until 10:21am when I left to collect my mail. My mother had mailed me an envelope of goodies due to arrive that morning, but it was not delivered yet.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped a little, and by 4:32, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I sat down on the patio of my local Steak'n'Shake at 4:52pm.

5:11pm on 13Jan2016: Did Obama really order I be tortured AGAIN? Do we have him on official record for war crimes? @UN @cctvnews @RT_com @CIA #SquidsPoA

By 5:20pm, I was hanging out with Patricia beside my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw. We did little runs for coffee and tea before Patricia's grandson Dominic set up at 6pm. I stayed listening to Andean music until I went to watch the news.

Yes, 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 made me giggle. Thank you, Lester.

After the news, I did a little shopping. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I entered the Brandy Melville store and ending the moment I exited it. And, thank you.

I tried on a few outfits and absolutely fell in love with the gown at the ANGL store...

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After shopping, I caught the 8:55pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I slept well and woke up early on Thursday, 14Jan2016. The first thing I learned of that morning was the passing of my darling Mr. Alan Rickman much too young. Are we really expected to live without him?

He is free of orbit now. Darling Alan is dancing across the heavens on the aether. But we need to find a way to live on without him. His job is easier.

This blog post was finished at 7:35am on 14Jan2016.

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 to come out of the Renaissance of Love? I want progress. I want music that can drive the revolution of love. I want film that makes a difference. I want the return of a golden age of literature. I want the green technology of tomorrow with us today.

My beautiful world, do you remember when my husband and I paid the Greek debt and gave Europe an extra $80B to invest in a green economy? How fares my investment in the future?

If you reread my 24Feb2015 blog post, you will find my blueprint for a new world economy. We can save our tanking economy, my beautiful world, with our Renaissance of Love.

My selfless support system, thank you for keeping me alive to see a life with no "egg." I have so much work to do. My job is service to my good, green world, and you keep me alive to do my job every day. Thank you.

Universal disobedience is almost here, my selfless support system. Be ready to rescue everyone who gets caught under Obama's iron fist of terrorism and war.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I heard you when you all told me you are ready for 29Feb2016. Thank you. I cannot wait to hear your beautiful voices and see your beautiful faces again, my closest friends. Hallelujah!

Yeah! We caught Obama committing war crimes on official record. Thank you for wasting no time in pressing criminal international charges against him for it. You are all angels!

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I love our Tuesday nights.

My darling MannedUp, yeah! Tuesday night was amazing! I actually sat down in the middle to watch a little; you guys are such a great show. Thank you for giving me your Tuesday nights indefinitely.

My darling GeneralLee, I love being able to see you. I love seeing you all together in the same place. Darling, Tuesday nights are so special to me. Thank you!

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, yes, you were mentioned during my point-by-point live commentary during Obama's 2016 State of the Union address.

I could never have accomplished everything without you. You mean so much to me. You are one of my greatest heroes.

I feel a little guilty for keeping you so busy, but you are the sort of person who needs to be reminded you are needed. Keep working through your lengthy to-do list for me, my hero.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, the only thing better than Tuesday night at Harvelle's is Sunday night date night.

My darling LightFoot, I know you were unhappy that I had to pay the cover to see you, but I really am good enough with money to afford it. Yes, that was me dancing on your guitar solo more than once. It was more than worth 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, no, I have not yet received an act of good faith from Obama, so, no, I cannot send you to negotiate on behalf of me and all of my people yet. Everybody is screaming, "Let LightFoot go get her!" But Obama is still in denial that he has lost.

Beloved, as soon as I get that act of good faith, I will send you to talks. I do not let just anyone represent me and my people. I know you are not as nice as I am, too. That helps.

My hero and my king, you are the person in America who has suffered the second most under Obama's "egg." I can trust you to demand justice.

I love you more than you will ever understand. Today I will mail you a little note through the French consulate in Los Angeles. I miss having the time to write you love letters.

Sweetness, Machiavelli was wrong. It is better to be loved than to be feared. I know love when I feel loved. I am home in California, and no one can take me away now.

My REAL home of California is bringing the Renaissance of Love, my darling husband. I am home. Now, I just need my house.