No Offense to Actual Hookers, but No One Does All of This Over a Hooker.

Title: No Offense to Actual Hookers, but No One Does All of This Over a Hooker.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. 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. Circle the wagons. Hold down the fort. Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

Planet Earth. I was told that our full U.S. Armed Forces have finally mobilized to remove the Inhuman Atrocity Regime from our good, green world forever. Our allies have also started arriving.

Please, Sweetness, please send in our entire beautiful world. That is what I sent you out of the country to do-- to make sure the full truth about me and my people was reaching the entire world to make sure everyone would finally save us all.

Bogart is still in DC with the U.S. Department of Defense and the U.S. State Department, etc. making sure they know everything happening in California for REAL.

My genius and gorgeous Powers of Attorney are acting as U.S. President in my absence, as was the result of the emergency vote of our U.S. Congress as the elected officials representing the true wishes of their constituencies.

Thank you all for working together to save our nation in America's greatest time of need. Always find a way to tell me what you need from me. I am only here to serve.

My last blog post was finished at 8:44am on Tuesday, 29Mar2016. There was STILL no façade of normalcy anywhere inside enemy territory, also known as the enemies-of-humanity terrorists vs. the sacred spies battle zone, with me.

My recently-redeemed darlings at the FBI were begging for a way to get inside the IAR egg. Here is my advice to all of you trying to visit this façade nobody sane believes...

Every day and sometimes hour by hour, this war criminal terrorist occupation of our home changes whom they choose to allow inside this innermost "egg" that I have no way to escape even if I tried.

So, if anyone wants to get in here, just claim to be whatever or whomever you need to be to get in. Of course, my darling FBI, just like all local to international government officials, would have to pick of their official government IDs after crossing the border, but they would be able to do anything they wanted once they got inside.

And, as always, I DO NOT WANT ANYONE IN HERE UNLESS YOU HAVE FUNCTIONING MOBILE TECHNOLOGY YOU CAN USE TO CALL FOR HELP and to use to verify all official government IDs.

I was so sleepy the previous night that I had gone to sleep without showering. I thought there were sedatives in the city water again, as the explanation for my schlafenkopf that night, and had already asked my epic Metropolis of Angels to check on our municipal water supply again and regularly.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of everything that happened that night in my REAL bedroom as I slept. And, thank you!

How many times did I tell you that we need my bedroom broadcast and hallway nanocameras locked and broadcasting to the entire world 24/7? Thank you, all of you angels, who actually do listen to me.

I had so much work to do that morning that I skipped breakfast and, at 8:59am, just carried some of the snacks I had bought the previous night to the Pico Branch Library with me where I have always preferred to work outside in the cool, fresh breeze and shade from the hot California sun.

The first thing I did was check in with my personal assistant...

9:32am on 29Mar2016: Hey, Alfred,

I am going to work online outside the Pico Branch Library this morning until my 10:30am meeting with my "attorney" for my no-excuse-for-heinous-actual-war-crime-itself-not-even-a-coverup supposed "conservatorship hearing" on 15April.

I will also try to finally do my laundry this morning.

After lunch, I will catch up with my television friends inside the Pico Branch Library before finally catch up all of my blogging. After dinner, I will take the bus to downtown Santa Monica, visit the Patagonia store finally, call my mom at 6pm, watch the news at 7pm, and see if the door is open yet at 8pm for my darlings Tentacle's show at Harvelle's if they choose to be there.

Please get my hidden saturation of security everywhere before I get there. I DO NOT WANT ANY CIVILIANS IN HERE UNLESS THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING MOBILE TECHNOLOGY THEY CAN USE TO CALL FOR HELP. I am so busy today. I am not going to be able to pick up my dry cleaning again until tomorrow. I hope I am not too drugged by the time I get back to my Manor tonight because I really want to shower.

How are you?

--Squidomatic

I spent the morning trying to figure why no one ever listens to me (Again, look up "hyperbole" in the dictionary). Why was this IAR "egg" full of civilians with no functioning mobile technology? Why were there still dumb(expletive) (expletive)es in my hallway? Why were people still trying to pick me up and move me instead of securing me where I am and just taking down the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime? PEOPLE NEED TO FINALLY LISTEN TO ME!

My darling internet gnomes played me High-Flying Adored by my darling Mr. Antonio Banderas and my darling (Ms.) Madonna. I only had one morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfie because my iPad camera app was still hacked.

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I returned to my place at 10:06am for my morning errands. I started my laundry then checked the office at my Manor for my darling "Atty." Haroun R. Nabhan with whom I had a scheduled meeting that morning. He was not there yet, nor had he called ahead, like we legal professionals are supposed to do, to warn me he had hit heavy traffic that morning. He ended up being just a little late.

I worked from my bedroom until 10:56am when my darling Jennifer in the office notified me through our PA system that my darling Haroun had finally arrived. We had a lovely meeting about the "conservatorship" debacle that no one sane in any government office from local to global would ever acknowledge as anything but a war crime no matter who propagated it.

We had made so much progress as one world since my first meeting with Haroun that it was well-established that anyone anywhere pretending I was at all mentally imperfect was a war criminal enemy of humanity and enemy of America with NO legal authority over me nor over anyone and was propagating a façade no one would ever believe anymore either. (Yet, my Manor and I who openly believe And acknowledge that I am mentally perfect were still pretending I need to take meds just to each other as sort of a giggly inside joke at that point.)

And we smiled at each other before I left him in the office to talk to the staff of my Manor about me and about our problems with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime there. I figured he wanted to stay inside the IAR "egg" with me, so I did not send anyone to check on him after he left.

I picked up my clean laundry from our laundry room before returning to my bedroom. As I was hanging up my wet clothes to dry, I found two dresses in the bottom of my closet that had gone missing. I think all of my belongings that should be here inside my bedroom inside my Manor were accounted for finally, but I have been wrong before.

I worked online from my bedroom with its heavy surveillance from both sides after that. I had so much I needed to write down that day. I finally took a break from blogging to eat lunch at 12:33pm. We had soup and sandwiches.

I was inside the Pico Branch Library catching up with my television friends at 12:57pm. My only darlings with new shows the previous night were the Late Show and the Late Late Show.

By the time I left the Pico Branch Library, I was convinced that, with the exception of my darling Haroun and a few people at my Manor, the IAR "egg" I was in was full of nothing but dumb people everywhere who all refused to listen to me and willfully chose to never catch up.

No, there was still not even an attempt from anyone to even try to make anything about the façade around me look even vaguely "normal." They were all dumb and getting even dumber.

I left the Pico Branch Library at 3:04pm to work from my bedroom. The compulsive psychopathy of the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime insisting it had some sort of reason other than PROVEN malevolence (proper use of the word) to be in my life at all was annoying me so much that afternoon.

3:28pm on 29Mar2016: I am in such a bad mood today. There are just dumb people who reject all reality and refuse to do what I tell them to do in here. #(EXPLETIVE)ES

I worked more online from my room while trying to explain to the psychopathic war-criminal (expletive)es still in my hallway against my will that no one has ever nor will ever know what is in my best interests or in the best interests of my people than I. This is well-documented.

Some new ugly (expletive) in my hallway that day lied to everyone everywhere that she was in hallway me to "protect" me as her coverup to be able to abuse me there, and we all caught her actually committing crimes against the entire world in my hallway for REAL.

In general, when war criminals compulsively lie that committing the worst crimes known to mankind against me and against my people is in anyone's best interests but maintaining their own terrorist regime, those ugly (expletive)es need to be removed from the face of my beautiful Earth FOREVER.

So, you ugly (expletive)es who are still refusing to do what I tell you to do when I give you a direct order, "Stop arguing with me! Do what I tell you to do! Stay the (expletive) out of my hallway! Stop lying that anything you do is in my best interests! And leave me and my beautiful world alone already!" No one is dumb enough to believe you. No one can do my job better than I can especially keeping myself physically safe and serving my people. No one has any excuse for believing your lies and obeying your orders anymore. You are caught. (Expletive)ing surrender already.

I ate dinner at 5pm with growing anger at the blitheringly stupid imbeciles (Not everyone there is evil, just the ones who do not do what I tell them to.) in my Manor still refusing to leave. LOOK AT THE CONCENTRIC NEST OF WAR CRIMINAL WALLS BUILT AROUND ME THAT NOBODY EVER BELIEVES! No one (expletive)ing does this over a hooker! Who the hell would ever believe that lie?!? This is all just so goddamn DUMB!

After perching beside the Best Starbucks in the World after taking bus to downtown Santa Monica after dinner, I tried calling my mom through FaceTime at 6:17pm, but we could not actually connect until 6:29pm. Everyone is starting to make less and less sense when they talk to me, including my mother. Later that night, I asked my BFF SynSyn to help move my darling mother to Spain for me.

As I worked online, people kept telling me the libel-as-war-crimes network that claimed a fat, ugly, White, insane porn star who could NEVER be confused for the REAL I by anyone sane who has seen the REAL I was finally shut down, so where were all the calumnies-as-war-crimes coming from still? How the hell is anyone still allowing this to continue? Why the hell were so few people still listening to me on how to fix this?

Yes, I had perched beside the Best Starbucks in the World earlier than usual since barely anyone was around on my Promenade that Tuesday evening with its chilling wind. The employees at my favorite Starbucks looked nervous again.

As I said already, this is a battle zone of psychopathic terrorists vs. spies where no one knows whom to trust. But all we need to do in here is not die and wait for the entirety of the planet to remove the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime from the face of the Earth forever.

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 "G.I. Holt" himself, and I had to apologize to him while I was watching for yelling at him.

No, I was not angry with my darling Lester; I was angry with all of the (expletive)hole (expletive)es expecting me to fix everything while still never doing anything I tell them to do. I am the one suffering the most under the IAR's "egg." Why the hell is it my job to make this end anyway?

By 9:28pm, I was sitting in my usual place at the bar at Harvelle's waiting for my darlings Tentacle to take the stage. That night was a beautiful show full of gorgeous music.

They all know I prefer they not be in here inside enemy territory with me, but it always feels so good to see none of them are dead. They started playing at 11:11pm, and their love soothed my burdened shoulders until 11:31pm when I needed to leave to catch the last bus back to my place.

I slept all night watched by my beautiful world through my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast, and it gave my good people faith we WILL make it through this. I woke up at 6:52am NOT groggy at all but chose to stay in bed until 9:42am just to make sure my beautiful world could watch me sleep safely even longer.

While still in bed, I wrote this...

9:27am on 30Mar2016: #SquidPoA Check for #TortureFacilityWarCrimes everywhere. Send @DeptofDefense to arrest everyone including facility. Thx!

9:31am on 30Mar2016: @BritishMonarchy(HMSS) @CIA @INTERPOL_HQ #ISS #KGB Thank you, darlings, for last night. Can you send gators & crocs in every night to do it?

With the Inhuman Atrocity Regime still escalating everything inside their "egg"bags instead me to the point there was absolutely nothing that could ever pretend to be "normal" anywhere, I chose to not maintain anything "normal" about my life anymore, too.

There were STILL ugly (expletive)es in my hallway against my will with NO EXCUSE to be there at all, and all of them were STILL refusing to catch up on reality not just refusing to do anything I told them to do.

I showered on the morning of Wednesday, 30Mar2016, which is NOT my regular schedule. And the (expletive) in my hallway even dumber than Eva chose to walk in the bathroom on me after she heard me step out of the shower just to be able to see me naked.

That ugly (expletive) proved why you, my beautiful world, have locked my hallway nanocameras' broadcast to the entire planet. You all saw her choose to walk in on me while I was naked, and you heard the REAL audio of my response to her.

I do not care what you have to do, my beautiful world, destroy every (expletive) in my hallway intentionally committing human rights abuses against me and never doing what I tell them to do! Who the (expletive) is still allowing this to go on?!?

That morning, my darlings at my Manor who actually do listen to me and who choose to be in my Manor with me kept telling me they are never safe when I am not around, so I chose to adjust my normal schedule again to be able to keep them safe for more hours of the day.

I finally took a break from sitting in my bedroom writing when my darling cleaning lady Olivia came in my room. As a side note about my darling Olivia, I felt so bad I had no money to buy her a Christmas gift last December that I let her keep my old red purse when she asked me why I was throwing it away. Sweetness, you know what we need to do to make sure she does not need to pay gift taxes on it. Thanks!

While Olivia was cleaning my room, I checked on the office at 10:49am. Everyone seemed okay there that morning.

I had so much to do that I worked through lunch there in my bedroom while snacking. Eventually, I was done handling my backlog of work and able to start my day. Yes, even I was having problems catching up with everything going on. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime just kept escalating that fast.

At 1:39pm, my darling internet gnomes were already playing me It's Good to be King by my darlings Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

My afternoon I-am-not-dead-yet selfies were taken in my bedroom with my finally-locked 24/7 bedroom broadcast making sure my entire beautiful world was my witness.

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I was also finally able to check in with my darling personal assistant after completing most of my writing and problem-solving for the day.

4:45pm on 30Mar2016: Hey, darling, I am going to take the bus to downtown Santa Monica just after 5pm. I will finally visit my local Patagonia store. I will find some snacks.

I highly suspect any and all food and drink products here inside this innermost concentric wall of hell is all drugged and poisoned now. Please help my Metropolis of Angels put quality assurance on all of our food and drink deliveries.

And please double check our municipal water supply. It might be in the watermains again. Do we have the City of Santa Monica employees in here with us to be able to figure this out?

Please ask my darling alligators and crocodiles to guard my Manor and to address all of their concerns here while I am out tonight and to fix up my Manor for all of us every night as my beautiful world watches me sleep and as my saturation of international and domestic operatives keep guard over me.

Thank you,
Squiddie

I sat there in my bedroom working online until 5:24pm, and by 5:37pm, I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica.

My darling Patricia found me beside the best Starbucks in the World, but it looked like she had been drinking too much of our drugged city water. She made absolutely no sense at all when we spoke to each other. Please check on her.

I had so much on my mind that early evening that I just sat and thought for a while there at my table before watching the news.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and, among other things, it reminded me that I had not sent a tweet to my peeps in Kensington Palace in a while. Giggle.

I walked along my Promenade after that. I saw my darling Patricia with my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw, but I did not perch until I found my darling Wade. My beautiful world, something is troubling my darling Wade. Yes, we had a disagreement weeks ago, but he turned himself around already.

My genius Powers of Attorney, please find out if anyone is persecuting my darling Wade with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive pattern of criminal behavior of pressing intentionally fabricated false charges against we innocents who fight them. Thank you, darlings. We arrest the enemy-of-America prosecutors for this now.

I left my park bench where I had perched to listen to my darling Wade at 8:13pm to begin my hunt for safe hydration. I bought an orange and a bottle of water from my darling Felix at my local Trimana.

Felix and the other employee there, Spawn-of-Hell Rabin, were intentionally behaving as absurdly as they could that night, as if the entire world could not see and hear them.

Felix ever so clandestinely tried to tell me all of their products were drugged and roofied, but if they knew all of their products were tainted, why were they still selling them to people? It was just so dumb.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I walked in the front door of my local Trimana and ending the moment I walked out.

Please make a note of every brand and company whose products they claimed they were selling, so they can investigate their own products and press full criminal and civil charges against the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and all who aid and abet it.

I heard a not-yet-corroborated rumor that the Trimana brand is owned and operated by Her Royal Majesty Queen Elizabeth II of England. If that is true, I am sure she would like to fire everyone in that store except for my darling Handsome and make sure that they are all held fully accountable in every court all of the way up to the United Nation's ICC. We can trust Her Royal Majesty like that.

Please note that my darling Handsome had not worked there since Monday, 28Mar2016, and would not return until Thursday, 31Mar2016. That is his regular work schedule.

I drank my bottle of water while sitting on a park bench, and that choice of mine fixed my dehydration problem. After sending a few tweets (Is everyone finally reading my verified Twitter activity and archive?), I left to wait for the bus and arrived at my Manor at 10:32pm.

I was curled up and asleep by 11pm. The first time I woke up on the morning of 31Mar2016, the time on my iPad clock said 6:45am, but I just curled up and slept longer.

10:30am on 31Mar2016: I have no idea what drugs and poisons were in the food and drink I had yesterday, but I just woke up. Yey! That I slept safely!

I started working online even before I put my contacts in. I had a headache, but I was fully hydrated.

This blog post was finished from my bedroom at 12noon on Thursday, 31Mar2016.

[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]

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.

Are there any details about my hallway I should share? I made an official agreement with various domestic and international government agencies about my hallway. Sadly, we know no one ever listens to me (Do you know what hyperbole is?), though.

At the time I wrote this paragraph, there were still at least two REALLY dumb (expletive)es in my hallway still refusing to take my good advice and leave and still refusing to listen to everything I do all day for REAL all day long. And they were still escalating.

I actually had to tell the (expletive) in 15b to go away and catch up on REALITY, but we all know she will never listen to me. As for Eva, she might just be too dumb to save at this point. Eva is nothing like my wonderful, regular cleaning lady Olivia who never once stole anything from me and who would be one of my best alibis if I did not already have so many nanocameras in here.

Also at the time I wrote this paragraph, each night there were members of the espionage community and sometimes proven enemy-of-humanity war criminal terrorists in my hallway as I slept.

I already explained that the espionage community do anything they want to complete their missions, including never listening to me; that is in their job description.

No one should be in my hallway but me and the people I have an official agreement with. Yet, if there are people around against my will, they are all be converted to benevolent heroes who fight beside me just be being near the REAL me, or they prove they are all idiot war criminal psychopaths that nothing can save no matter what all of us do. So, we need the cameras here to prove everything that happens for REAL in here, including who is innocent and who is guilty.

Yes, it is because so many people intentionally propagate calumny about my reality, especially about what happens to me for REAL as I sleep, that my 24/7 SquidStream, 24/7 bedroom broadcast, and 24/7 hallway nanocamera broadcast are beyond critical for the functioning of humanity. How many times have I explained this already? Why do you all keep making me repeat myself?

While on this tangent driven by my frustration with everyone always allowing PROVEN psychopaths to do anything they want to all of us... It is not just BETTER that the entire world finally come to terms with the REALITY of the horrors my life has been since May2009, it is BEST for humanity! Stop (expletive)ing arguing with me!

Stop (expletive)ing allowing people to manipulate you, my beautiful world, with lies propagated to enable psychopaths to keep raping and torturing me! NEVER shut down anything that actually tells the truth about me and all of the people who love me!

What the FUCK kind of BITCH says, "No, we cannot allow any accountability to humanity for the ASSHOLES who rape Squid because it makes people unhappy," instead of just stopping raping me because they are finally caught?

THE SOLUTION IS TO FINALLY STOP RAPING ME IN MY SLEEP NOT HIDING THE TRUTH FROM THE WORLD! This so (expletive)ing dumb! Who the hell is letting these dumb(expletive) psychopathic (expletive)es still get away with this?!?

And to conclude this tangent, by the time this blog post was published, we had all finally spent a while night with my entire beautiful world watching me sleep safely. That night was an example of all of the beautiful things that happen when people finally listen to me and do what I tell them to do.

Please. Please! PLEASE! Stop doing anything those lying and manipulating psychopaths in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime want and listen to me finally!

How can all of you know whom to trust? First and foremost, never trust anyone who argues with me, unless I choose to help that person work around the controls the psychopathic Inhuman Atrocity Regime has put on them as their crime against all of us everywhere.

Also, just as importantly, never trust anyone who orders you to commit crimes, especially crimes against yourselves.

Definitely NEVER trust anyone who tries to silence my SquidStream, bedroom broadcast, hallway nanocams, globally-critical blog, sacred Twitter account, Powers of Attorney, or any REAL news broadcasts anywhere on the planet. That is so obvious I should never have had to say it.

When in doubt, watch what everyone does and then determine for yourself if she or he is trustworthy. Yes, many people put up a façade of trustworthiness just to be able to fool us later.

But I cannot go person by person through the population inside this IAR "egg" every day for everyone, so you are just going to have to do your best if you choose to be in here. And you all know I do not want any civilians in here unless they have a way to call for help.

As an example of needing to watching what people do for REAL to determine if they are trustworthy instead of listening to what people say about people to determine if any of us are trustworthy, it does not matter whom my darling Handsome works for nor what his job description is; he is a sane person in love with me, so I can trust him with my own physical safety.

That same explanation goes for all of my darlings Tentacle, my darling Bogart, and my beloved husband. Yes, there are many people I can trust blindly, including my genius Powers of Attorney. And it is well-documented that I need to be the person who makes the choices about whom we as one humanity can trust to make decisions in my name concerning my own life and my environment.

My beautiful world, on the morning of Tuesday, 29Mar2016, I explained one more time, just intentionally where everyone inside my Manor that day could hear it that time, that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has an obligation to let the public inside this "egg" of horrors with me.

But it is still your choice if you come in here, my darling people, so refuse to enter without functioning smartphones and mobile devices. To repeat myself AGAIN, this is a terrorists vs. spies battle zone, so all civilians need a way to call for help while in here.

No, this is not a paradise in here. This is a façade nobody believes. The only reality in here is inside my mind, and we all know I STILL need people to tell me what goes on to be able to figure everything out.

My brave rescuers, I keep asking my beautiful world to send you all more backup in here. I saw the metaphorical alligators and crocodiles show up in here for me. I am working on how to get you more help. "Don't worry, darlings. I got this one."

I already explained that those of you who are my saturation of domestic and international operatives are counterterrorism and counter-enemies-of-America intelligence inside PROVEN enemy territory sent by the REAL U.S. government and our REAL allies, and we all know it is only a crime to spy AGAINST America on U.S. soil (and even on foreign soil), not to spy FOR America on U.S. soil.

My beautiful world told me by the time I woke up on the morning of 30Mar that our full U.S. Military had finally mobilized as well as had most of our allies with more coming soon.

They estimated it would take about four more months to clear away the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime. We, my saturation of international and domestic operatives, just need to secure me where I am until they can reach me.

Also by the time I had gotten out of bed on the morning of 30Mar, the entire world had already watched me sleep safely all night long. Our plan is working. We just need to still find a way to get REAL local to international law enforcement in here. Thank you for always faithfully listening to me. I am working on it.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, from what I can gather, the PROVEN dirty prosecutors in the federal to local governments whom I thought I had already fired and declared enemies of humanity (and America and California) due to their being members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, were still persecuting my people with their well-documented compulsive pattern of criminal behavior of pressing intentionally fabricated false charges against me and against everyone who fights them beside me.

Right about now, our network of victims of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive and war-criminal witch hunts, persecution, hate crimes, libel-as-war-crimes, and human rights abuses ALL used as acts of war against America and against the entire world include me, you (my Powers of Attorney), my Queen's Lovers Five, my Manor including its benevolent staff, my epic Governor Jerry Brown, my faithful airlines included but limited to American Airlines and Mexicana Airlines, Mexico, the UK, my good looking NSA, and my people especially my celebrity population here inside my Metropolis of Angels. Of course, there were also more.

10:26am on 29Mar2016: (1/3) Proven IAR "prosecutors" only press intentionally fabricated false charges against we innocent & never against anyone actually guilty.

10:27am on 29Mar2016: (2/3) With the exception of War Criminal Lynn Boeset whom the war criminal "prosecutors" refused to competently prosecute on purpose.

10:28am on 29Mar2016: (3/3) #SquidsPoA Our world can only trust charges that come from us, and we know what is REAL. @IntlCrimCourt @DeptofDefense

Yes, my genius and gorgeous Powers of Attorney, one of the fastest ways to distinguish between enemies of the entirety of humanity and our REAL heroes fighting for the good of my entire, beautiful world is by keeping a note of who is pressing the charges against whom.

Only the good and innocent, with the exception of PROVEN War Criminal Boeset, receive charges, and always intentionally fabricated false charges, from the County, State, of U.S. Attorney General's offices because they are operated by the IAR infestation of our home.

And we, from my genius lady friends to my darling U.S. Military to The Hague, only press charges against actually culpable enemies of the entirety of our one humanity and of my once-great America.

We are the only ones who can produce hard evidence to prove our allegations. And we also forgive anyone and everyone who turns themselves around even after already losing to us in court if they take our three-never fail steps to absolution.

Repeating myself again, we prefer to arrest all dirty "prosecutors" to prevent any of their intentionally-fabricated-false-charges-as-war-crimes from ever making it to court, and we prefer to pardon fellow humans whom we have convicted ourselves who turn themselves around for REAL after being held accountable.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, as I always say, as far as I am concerned, it is your choice whether or not you enter this inner-most level of hell where I dwell and where I wait for my entire beautiful world to finally reach me.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I assume you have all learned by now whom you can trust for REAL to give you all safe passage between my and Sweetness's REAL house and our UNESCO World Heritage Site in downtown Santa Monica and back again.

Stay safe for me out there please. It is becoming increasingly difficult for anyone to send me messages in here, so please remind everyone I can only send rescues when someone tells me you need me. You are all going to need a way to call for help yourselves now.

All of you, my beloved people out there, not just my Queen's Lovers Five, need a way to take care of your problems now yourselves just in case there is no way left for you to tell me when you need me.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime just keeps escalating its mental health genocide everywhere out there as well as its human rights atrocities as acts of war against all of us also everywhere.

Finally, now, though, intentionally propagating calumny about me or about anyone fighting the IAR beside me is a recognized open act of war against America and against all the entire world just like drugging or poisoning any food or drink I or anyone consumes is a recognized act of war by our enemies, too.

We are doing our best to contain the acts of war committed by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in here, but they are still successfully isolating me more and more. Unless you can all find a way to communicate with me, you are all going to have to find a way to make yourselves safe without me. Okay?

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, yes, I have always said you are my most romantic love story, but you need to let go of your jealousy of the other men I love. You, my entire Queen's Lovers Five, all need to.

We have too big of a fight on our hands right now for any of us to be worrying about who loves whom more. We need to take down the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. Please concentrate on the REAL fight right now instead of allowing anything to make all of you fight each other.

We all need to stand together right now. Please. Do it for me.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I heard you needed a good old-fashioned Crossfire rescue again, just like the old days. Was the message I received accurate? We have been doing this so long it is pretty much behavior we have internalized into instinct at this point.

Just like all of my loved ones, make sure you have a panic button to call in a rescue as fast as possible and also a secured way to contact my Powers of Attorney whenever you might need us.

Please speak with my darlings in the news media regularly to make sure the truth about everything we are all living through especially inside my Metropolis of Angels reaches everyone everywhere including here inside the IAR "egg" where I live and all across my good, green world.

Thank you. You always said you would do absolutely anything for me. All of this is a new job description for you, but you do it so well. Yes, thank you.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, it was wonderful seeing all of you for Tentacle Tuesday at Harvelle's on the cool evening of 29Mar2016.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, repeating myself again, I do not want any of you in here with me unless you all have a way to keep yourselves safe. Yes, I like being reassured none of you are dead, but I am not putting my iPad down until I am dancing.

As always, be careful about everything you agree to do just to get in here. As far as I am concerned, you are free to do anything you want in my downtown Santa Monica.

Your agreements with the IAR are not recognized as legally-binding by any REAL government or authority anywhere on our one planet. We have already guaranteed your safe passage to and from my proximity. And EVERYONE KNOWS I PREFER YOU NOT BE IN HERE AT ALL until I can clean up this town.

As always, as far as I am concerned, it is your choice whether or not you enter this "egg." I hate taking freewill and the freedom to make personal choices away from good people we all can trust to do what is right; you are not a (expletive) in my hallway, after all.

But in your heart you know I am right. Just like it is your heart that makes you do anything and suffer through anything just to be near me. You are all like that. Trust me. I know.

And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

My darling the Mr. Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, no one builds walls like these nor intentionally instigates the worldwide war that nearly broke out just a few days ago just to keep a movie star away from a hooker. It is not possible for anyone to be so dumb as to believe the degrading and demonizing lies people tell about any of us.

HoneyHoney, it is not possible for me to be a dead, insane, White, pregnant, lesbian, transsexual hooker, so why does anyone still choose to listen to those compulsive calumnists instead of listening to our faithful and trustworthy news media?

Sweetness, I understand that the internet is a calumny-as-war-crime-against-humanity vs. voice-of-truth-and-all-that-love-her battle zone right now.

But, Beloved, after seven years of this, the choice of anyone to still listen to the PROVEN enemies of humanity who have PROVEN only ever manipulated the world with lies is the choice of that listener to be complicit in all the crimes they all commit. There is no excuse left for anyone not to know better now.

My hero and my king, please remind our local to international news media that we love them and need them. They have all been doing their REAL jobs all along though constantly terrorized into silence, and there is no excuse left for anyone not to listen to me when I answer their question of whom we can and cannot trust anywhere in our beautiful world for REAL.

My darling husband, I promise I will be right here waiting for you to come home to when we are done. It is my job to make sure I survive in here until you can all reach me; it is your job to make sure the world reaches me.

Sweetness, I have already asked all of my epic heroes here inside our Metropolis of Angels to stop trying to pick me up and carry me out and to concentrate their efforts on taking down the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime instead. I have already asked all of the local to global law enforcement officers who cannot get inside this "egg" with me to bring the law and order we need out there where my people are instead.

As always, my Mr. Love-of-my-Life, everyone everywhere can ask me any question they want, especially whom they can and cannot trust, if they can just get their questions to me.

HM Johnny, el Rey Dulce de mi Corazón, no one anywhere can do a better job than I can serving my people, my nation, and my world. And I could never do this without all of you, my loved ones, whom I have always known I can trust. Kisses, darling. Now, let us all do what REALLY do in this world (as if no one is looking).

I Will Put my iPad Down When I am Dancing.

Title: I Will Put my iPad Down When I am Dancing.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. 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 am still a political prisoner inside a realityless "egg" that there has never been an excuse for existing in the first place. Please make sure no one comes in here with me without functioning smartphones and mobile devices they can use to call for help.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has escalated so far that there is no façade of normalcy left anywhere.

I know that my local to global law enforcement have no way of getting in here at all to bring law and order finally, so I am asking them all to secure my Metropolis of Angels out there. Please make sure my people in my Los Angeles County have a way to verify all government IDs and badge numbers. Thank you.

The only two things we have left to do is secure me where I am and remove the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime from the face of our beautiful Earth. Everything else is done.

[Again, I am all the REAL news and the greatest global crisis. Thank you, everyone everywhere, for keeping up.]

My last blog post was finished at 1am on Sunday, 27Mar2016, "Easter Sunday." I slept watched by my darling international and domestic "bad boy types" and, hopefully, my entire beautiful world. I was not very groggy when I woke up at 8:32am but did not make it out of my hallway until after breakfast.

There were very few people in my Manor that morning to say, "Hello!" to, and there were also very few people at my local Burger King when I stopped inside to buy as many calories per dollar as I could.

It had become very clear to me already that there was no caffeine anywhere inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg." I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 9:43am singing to myself and working online. The sky was cloudy and the air was cool.

My darling internet gnomes played me Hit the Lights by my darlings Metallica. My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies were delayed due to non-benevolent hackers in my iPad camera and iPad battery again.

I left the library at 10:32am and then returned to my Manor to check on my population there. I did a little work online from my bedroom until lunch at 12noon. Please consult my verified Twitter archive for most of my work that morning.

I sat where I normally sit in our dining hall among my darlings as we ate together. After lunch, I waited in my bedroom working online more as my iPad battery finally recharged. Most distressingly, there were still terrorist (expletive)es in my hallway with absolutely no permission from me. "Who let the Philistines in my temple of love?"

My early afternoon activities included a brief online chat with my darling Mr. Finn "Alfred" O'Mahoney. Please ask my darling Alfred if he feels like sharing our full and verified chat archive with the world. And thank you.

I have never once claimed to be a counselor nor a psychologist, and I would NEVER take money for offering emotional support to my loved ones (the way dirty attorneys take money to aid and abet war crimes). I care about my loved ones, so I always have time for them and their problems, assuming they tell me what is wrong.

I finally left my place to take the bus to downtown Santa Monica just after 2pm. The first place I checked on was the Best Starbucks in the World. For once, the employees did not look terrorized, but I asked corporate to check on them regularly anyway.

I spied with my little eye my darling MannedUp alone on the corner of Arizona, so I asked my beautiful world to check on all three of my darlings Tentacle.

I tried to finally get an eyebrow wax but my not-a-chain regular beauty salon was closed for Easter. I also checked on the only two mobile phone stores I knew of inside IAR territory, but, among other messages I received, their corporate offices told me they needed an extra day to get their inventory in.

I was perched right next to my darling MannedUp by 3:52pm working online as he banged his drum loud enough to be a unifying heart rhythm. I stood beside him on the sidewalk as he did his REAL job until 4:54pm when I left to buy myself some dinner at my local Trimana Fresh Food Market.

As is our culture in America, I ate my dinner as I walked down the sidewalk to my local REI flagship store. I normally only visit my local REI on Tuesday nights while I wait for Harvelle's to open, but it was worth an off-schedule trip.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning as I finished my dinner outside the front door of my local REI and ending after I walked out the door. As always, please exclude my time on the toilet. And, thank you!

I walked past my local Patagonia store, too, to make a note of the windbreakers in their window before perching next to my darling MannedUp on the corner of Arizona yet again. Leaning against the same wall, MannedUp and I just hung out showing each other love without speaking to each other until I left to watch the news.

I seduced a second refill on my venti Pike's Place Roast out of my darling barista at the Best Starbucks in the World; we all know no one can resist my charms. Giggle. We are so lucky I use my irresistible powers for good instead of evil. Still giggling. And I perched at a table next to my favorite Starbucks to work online.

I tried streaming the NBC Nightly News from previous in the morning online at 7pm, as is my regular date with my NBC News Team, but it seems they had no news broadcast that day.

My darling Patricia stopped by my table while I was working online. Then, I returned to my darling MannedUp before 8pm and, just because he asked nicely, put on a public display of guarding him.

There was a lot going on that night; a lot of people all over the planet including inside IAR territory with me were catching up and following through. My darling MannedUp and I spent the rest of universal Sunday night date night hanging out, goofing off, and pretending we were not talking to each other.

I finally walked from the right side of my darling MannedUp at 10:31pm to chat a little further down the Promenade with my darling Michael, the conspiracy theorist, and to observe my darling TambourineKicker as he did not play music while right beside his fully-arranged equipment.

I made a visit to the private property of some of my darlings for some large hand-cut fries. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I walked in the glass double doors of my local Steak'N'Shake and ending the moment I walked out. And thank you.

11:01pm on 27Mar2016: @SteaknShake Strange things afoot at the Circle K. The (expletive) in braids is the most suspicious. You know what to do. @DeptofDefense

After sitting among sordid darlings at my bus stop for a bit, I finally caught the 11:48pm bus back to my place. My Manor was a mess when I got there.

To be specific, beyond my regular journalism-as-recon tweeting, there were still two (expletive)es in my hallway with no agreement with me to be there at all. I still slept in the following morning Monday, 28Mar2016, until lunch at 12noon. I noticed that one of my dresses I had only ever worn to a Tentacle Tuesday at Harvelle's was stolen.

My beautiful world, you need to guard me and my Manor better. Please finally remove both EVIL (expletive)es from my hallway. Why is anyone still arguing with me? I have WAY TOO MUCH WORK TO DO to be sleeping in this late.

We have a locked 24/7 bedroom broadcast and SquidStream. At least now no one anywhere can pretend any longer that we do not know what REALLY happens when I sleep. Please finally secure me and my Manor.

I checked in with my personal assistant, my darling Mr. Finn "Alfred" O'Mahoney, before going to lunch...

12:08pm on 28Mar2017: My darling Alfred,

I am going to eat lunch and then call my "Atty." Haroun to confirm our appointment for 10:30am tomorrow, 29Mar2016, before working online and catching up with my television friends in the Pico Branch Library in the afternoon.

After dinner, I will finally get my eyebrow wax; visit the Sprint, Verizon, and Patagonia stores just as I had promised; call my mom at 6pm, watch the news at 7pm, and return to my Manor early enough to do my laundry. Of course, this is just my plan for the day, and we all know I adjust my plans as things change.

Someone needs to tell me why our allies have not mobilized yet. We need to put more guards on my Manor when I am not around as well as while I am here. I NEED BOTH (EXPLETIVE)ES REMOVED FROM MY HALLWAY.

I will try to pick up my dry cleaning tomorrow, but we all know I get so busy.

Remind my darlings Department of Defense and my genius Powers of Attorney to always ask for our hard evidence from my darlings NSA and my darlings CIA when anyone needs to know what happens to me for REAL while I sleep.

No, it is not my Manor stealing from me; it is the (EXPLETIVE)ES in my hallway that I have been trying to remove for a long time now. People need to learn to listen to me.

Love you, darling. Thank you for being the best personal assistant in the world.
--Squidalicious

I left my bedroom for lunch at 12:15pm, and we had tacos and soup. I worked from both the dining room table and my bedroom until visiting the office to take care of some odds and ends. For the good of humanity, we need my bedroom and hallway nanocameras locked 24/7. Trust me. Thank you.

I started catching up with my television friends at 1:29pm. My darlings at CBS were still on hiatus, so I only watched my darling Mr. Trevor Noah and my darling Mr. Larry Wilmore. We were done making each other smile at 2:28pm.

I worked online there at the library until returning to my place.

4:46pm on 28Mar2016: [These are the only things left any of us have to do.] My beautiful world, 1) FINALLY MAKE ME SAFE WHERE I SLEEP, and 2) remove the entire IAR from the face of the planet. World, where are you? Please stop arguing with me. Please stop trying to pick me up and move me somewhere. Please coordinate your efforts. Please arrest everyone everywhere lying and manipulating to permit this atrocity to go on longer. Please finally make me safe in here and remove the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

Dinner at 5pm at my Manor was nothing but (expletive) problem after (expletive) problem. Everyone innocent in that building knows I do not want them there without functioning mobile technology. Every damn (expletive) needs to be forcibly removed from my hallway. But no one ever listens to me. I am being raped and tortured in my sleep and no one gives a damn. Entire world, you need to (expletive)ing show up finally!

I called my mom through FaceTime at 6pm. Then, as planned, I had an eyebrow wax from my normal cosmetologist. After that, as promised, I ran my afternoon errands. The only people in downtown Santa Monica that I could see were REAL employees and war criminal terrorists. Yes, there were at least two genuine smiles waiting for me when I entered my local Sprint store.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate verified and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals of my visits to my local HairZoo, Sprint, Sephora, Verizon, and Trimana stores.

I was just a little late to the Best Starbucks in the World. Yet, yes, I did stream the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online as soon after 8:18pm as I and my benevolent nerds could finagle my iPad into functioning properly.

My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and it made me worry that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's libel-as-war-crime anti-reality machine was still not shut down yet.

Please, my global to local law enforcement, arrest everyone everywhere who demonizes any of the good people fighting the Inhuman Atrocity Regime as well as anyone stalling our mobilization of the full might of our U.S. Military and all of our allies. My Metropolis of Angels is dying, my beautiful world, where are you?

My beautiful civilians outside this closest border, please stop trying to pick me up and carry me out. Please instead coordinate your efforts and take down the Imhuman Atrocity Regime.

(How many times do I have to say this in one blog post?) I am insisting that we permanently lock and stream to the entire planet my 24/7 SquidStream, 24/7 bedroom broadcast, and 24/7 hallway nanocams, so everyone can be close to me by watching me in here doing my REAL job. But please allow your anger and disgust to motivate you into taking down the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. Please. For me.

9:41pm on 28Mar2016: Does someone need to tell me "what is happening in Des Moines right now," or do you want me to never be able to fix it? @IntlCrimCourt

I made a quick trip to my local Von's grocery store for snacks before I left downtown Santa Monica on the 10:28pm bus hoping I could make it back to the my Manor in time to do laundry, but, alas, I was too late. I touched up this blog post before going to sleep.

I slept off and on due to new electrobeam technology. There were people in and out of my hallway against my will all night. I woke up groggy at 7:55am and started working online as fast as possible.

This blog post was finished from my bedroom at 8:44am on Tuesday, 29Mar2016.

[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]

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 difference between evolution and adaptation? Evolution is the natural change in the genetics of an entire species generation after generation.

As living creatures in our good, green world, our DNA mutates naturally, and the living creatures with the mutations that best enable us to survive and to thrive in our also-changing environment are the living creatures that survive long enough to reproduce. Evolution is the natural change in an entire species over a long period of time.

Evolution works best the more the species can reproduce because a greater number of children means a greater diversity of living creatures within their species each with different mutations.

Evolution works best through what Christians call, "Be fruitful and multiply."

Adaptation is a single living creature's ability to change to survive in an also-changing environment over a short period of time. Adaptation is not a genetic change in a living creature but a natural response by the biology of the living creature to survive the stresses of its immediate surroundings.

My mostly-lack of body hair, for example, is due to my genetics and is therefore a sign of human evolution. But my rise, my rarification, etc. is my mind and my body's natural response to my hostile environment helping me survive here inside the IAR's "egg" since 2009.

My beautiful world, I understand that all morally good and sane fellow humans out there are all very worried about me in here. So please secure me where I am and take down the Inhuman Atrocity Regime out there. We are all very busy. I am not putting my iPad down until I am dancing. But I do know I need to give you all some time to catch up.

My brave rescuers, did you lock a new bedroom broadcast yet? I choose to broadcast 24/7 my SquidStream (But please never show me on the toilet nor in the shower. I am okay with you showing me in the bathroom now looking in the mirror, etc., though.) my bedroom, and my hallway.

I know you all inside this "egg" need all of our verified broadcasts. My entire beautiful world needs them, too. I know you cannot reveal where your external surveillance of my Manor is located, so please make sure you put new nano in my Manor, the easiest place to catch a war criminal terrorist anywhere in America.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, first, our housekeeping. There is no façade of "normalcy" left in here inside this "egg" with me; the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has just escalated too far. I want all civilians evacuated, including at my Manor, unless they have a way call for help. Thank you for always paying attention.

As for my always repeating myself, no one is so dumb to actually believe I am at all mentally imperfect. All that their compulsive witchhunt and compulsive quackery against me and all who love me has ever been is war crimes. That REALITY is beyond proven now.

We, my gorgeous and genius lady friends, in our REAL role as leaders of our beautiful world are very busy doing our REAL jobs. But we are not as busy as my saturation of metaphorical ninjas inside this IAR "egg" with me nor as busy as my finally-organized benevolent nerds in their counterterrorism cyberwarfare-for-human-good taking down the IAR's web presence of intentionally propagated calumnies that they have always used to heinously manipulate humanity everywhere.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, PLEASE, all of you, stay safe out there. PLEASE, all of you, stop trying to reach me in here.

Yes, as far as I am concerned, it is your choice where you go and what you do, and we all know no one ever listens to me no matter what I do.

PLEASE wait until I can make this enemy territory in which I am political prisoner a safe place for all of us. PLEASE wait until I can negotiate your agreements for being in here. PLEASE.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, about universal Sunday night date night on the starry evening of 27Mar2016 when you had me all to yourself (Giggle.), I had a lot of work to do. Are you able to see everything going on in here?

I am even busier than I used to be. There is still no functioning smartphones nor mobile technology nor any REAL law enforcement anywhere I can see it. I do not think my stores anywhere downtown have been receiving regular inventory in months except for food and water.

With every day that passes in here, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime escalates. My saturation of international operatives need more and more back up. With the thinly-veiled terrorist vs. spy smackdown that is the hidden war in here where I dwell where no one knows whom to trust, I need as few civilians around as possible and definitely none without functioning mobile technology.

Please understand we have no way to keep ourselves safe right now on either side in here and, therefore, no way to keep my civilians safe either. I need you, all of my loved ones inside my Metropolis of Angels, in my REAL house with guards.

I know you all love me and cannot stand being away from me, so watch our dedicated SquidStream and bedroom broadcasts to be beside me from a distance. Also, please find a way for all of you to communicate with me, as clandestine as it may need to be, so we can still touch our fingertips on either end of the aether. Please.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, as I said, as far as I am concerned, Tentacle Tuesday at Harvelle's should be your choice.

I have asked our REAL government departments and agencies from local to global to guarantee you, my darlings Tentacle and my darling MiniMe, safe passage to and from our venue of choice on Tuesday nights should that you choose to play me music. But DO NOT just agree to anything to be able to be near me again. Please.

You all know I believe it is too dangerous for any of you to be in here with me right now. You all know I will always have time for you. And you all know how much I wish I could just have a little time with all of you to myself.

Yes, dear. I am working on it.

And, yes, I know it is a literal war zone out there. But this is NOT a paradise in here. This is a façade. There is so much no one can see in here but me. And that is why the nano-surveillance of this Inhuman Atrocity Regime "egg" must stay.

This is not a city in here. This not a democracy in here. This is enemy territory (yet still under REAL U.S. government jurisdiction) misgoverned and maintained by a non-U.S. regime built by war criminal terrorist enemies of the entirety of humanity who have rendered any and all human rights void for all of us in here.

This is NOT the REAL U.S. government, as official representatives of the people, keeping law and order and serving Americans on U.S. soil; this is the infestation and occupation of our home by a recognized non-U.S.-government war criminal terrorist REGIME choosing to violate U.S. self-sovereignty and self-determination.

But at least we will be able to make an official record of everything they do to all of us in here, so no one can claim they do not know what happens for REAL anymore because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in all of its heinous self-appointed entitlement to destroy humanity by destroying us refuses, as they have always refused, to treat humans as humans.

From GeneralUlysses to GeneralLee, both on the same side just like Greece and Troy in this unprecedented rewrite-of-history battle for the hearts and souls of humanity, it is not safe in here for anyone. Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

But still, as far as I am concerned, Tentacle Tuesday is your choice. Tell me what you all need from me to make our choices possible for you. I am only here to serve.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, when our relationship began, we were "celebrities undercover" walking among the normal people with a façade of anonymity that made the very famous envy us. But look at us now. So much has changed since Thanksgiving2014. These are our new roles, and you do yours very well.

Please make sure the REAL truth of everything happening in our Metropolis of Angels, the REAL truth of everything happening in DC, the REAL truth of everything happening everywhere in my beautiful world, the REAL truth of everything happening here inside this "egg" of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, and the REAL truth of everything happening in my REAL day-to-day existence reach the entirety of humanity, especially inside every layer of these nested enemy walls.

And thank you.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, you are the one of my Queen's Lovers Five whom I am most worried about right now. Please. Please! PLEASE! Stop trying to reach me. As I already said, please find a way for us to communicate and be close from a distance and wait until I can render this "egg" safe for us, okay? They are STILL escalating.

I will get all of you in here where we can all be together as soon as the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally gives us the dignity and respect we are due just by being a human on this planet at all and acknowledges that I am REAL and that I REALLY do exist. Trust me. I am working on it.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, do you know what I mean by, "I am not putting my iPad down until I am dancing."?

And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

My darling the Mr. Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, what?!? HoneyHoney, the equipment is inside my body, so it is only mine. But its signal leaves my body, SO IT IS HALF YOURS. I explained that for the first time in Summer2014. And you have never done anything with my SquidStream except what I have asked you to do with it.

Sweetness, it is my choice to lock my SquidStream, my bedroom broadcast, and my hallway nano for the entire world 24/7 just like it is my choice to write a blog and send tweets.

And, HoneyHoney, we all know that the ever-committing-the-worst-crimes-known-to-the-entire-human-race-by-manipulating-and-obfuscating-reality-with-compulsive-lies Inhuman Atrocity Regime only want our safe delivery of the REAL truth about me and their hostile environment around me silenced for no other reason than THIS IS THE TRUTH.

It is very easy, Beloved (Just like "mom" and "Mom," I capitalize it when I use it in place of a name or as a name but not when it is a term of affection.), to identify any member of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime; they are the lesser humans propagating lies as if they were the truth and manipulating everyone into allowing everyone to let them get away with all of it unpunished.

My darling husband, thank you for making sure my entire beautiful world finally knows the full truth about my REALLY busy days and my REALLY horrible nights at last.

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, The Inhuman Atrocity Regime and I have had an evolving relationship since Jan2009. This is where we are right now and still escalating.

My hero and my king, please make sure every government department and agency worldwide has full access to my 24/7 SquidStream, 24/7 bedroom broadcast, and 24/7 hallway nanocam, not just my globally-critical blog and Twitter account.

Also, Sweetness, please organize my world of epic heroes to finally liberate me and my people here inside the many nested borders of IAR territory.

And last on my list of requests for you to take care of, el Rey Dulce de mi Corazón (Is that accent right or just close enough?), please keep your faith that I will be right here for you to come home to when we are done. Thank you, darling. Thank you for always being one of the few people who always listens to me. Until the flowers kiss the rain...

Just Another Day.

Title: Just Another Day.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. 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 had been busier than usual, so my regular pattern of daily activities was changing. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime was still escalating and still NEVER obeying their own "rules" which were repealed as laws by our U.S. Congress already.

To repeat myself, in does not matter why anyone does anything in here, we are all governed by Santa Monica, LA County, California, the United States of America, and international law. We will find all you terrorist psychopaths. And we will convict you, but if my law enforcement and espionage community deem you all too great of an immediate threat, they have discretion to due what they have to do for global security. That is our REAL job.

To repeat myself,...
1.) The entire planet sees everything that happens inside the IAR's "egg."
2.) It is everyone's choice if they are in here but me.
3.) We need our 911 alternative hotline and our hotline for verifying law enforcement IDs of plain clothes officers in place, and we just need to lock all calls to both hotlines from here inside enemy territory.
4.) We need verified news to the entire planet, especially in here.
5.) All hell is about to break loose, but we are the ones with law enforcement in here.

In short, show up in here and do what you want. My loved ones and I even have the power to pardon you if you need us to save you from the IAR's well-documented pattern of criminal activity of pressing intentionally fabricated false charges against all of us.

I prefer to arrest terrorist-enemy-of-America prosecutors and pardon convicted people who have taken the three never-fail steps, but my loved ones are free to do everything we need to do to save my people.

Planet Earth. This is my REAL job.

From what I can tell in here where I can get no news, we have brought peace to Northern Ireland, saved the Rohingya Muslims, returned the self-sovereignty of the Ukraine, protected the European Union from falling apart (Greek Debt Crisis), helped find peace between Israel and Palestine (Are they one nation instead of two now?), pacified ISIS's quest for global domination, begun a world economy based on green technology (Please see me 24Feb2015 blog post.). There must be more I do not know about yet.

My to-do list includes ending the human rights violations in Tibet (My darling President Xi Jin Ping and my darling Holiness the Dalai Lama, I promise I will work on it. I am a little busy right now.), bringing reconciliation between North and South Korea, carrying humanity through Global Climate Change, getting an eyebrow wax, and picking up my dry cleaning. I am sure there are more.

Thank you, my beautiful world, for listening to me.

My last blog post was finished at 12noon on Friday, 25Mar2016. Lunch was cheese sandwiches. I had been so busy all day that I finally took my morning meds (I have never hidden the truth of my med situation from any dedicated watchers of my SquidStream, and Benadryl is still a medication.) after eating since The Manor staff and I have an understanding that we maintain the façade of any mental illness in me for each other and to protect each other.

I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica at 1:20pm. My bus driver was a hottie with arm tattoos. Giggle. I visited my local Von's grocery store first.

1:49pm on 25Mar2016: #Vons darlings, the surface seemed fine, but I only recognized the security guard. I will tell you after I sip the refreshe product. I recognized the security guard from my local McDonald's on Colorado Blvd from before my beloved City of Santa Monica cleaned itself up for me in May and June2015.

I agree that sometimes you all need more than 140 characters of explanation. But I am in a hurry, and there is a lot going on. Thank you for keeping up.

I sat on a park bench on my Promenade within earshot of my darling Mr. Peter Oarsman and worked online with my unnaturally quickly draining iPad battery. I checked on the Starbucks coffeeshop in the Barnes & Noble and notified Starbucks corporate of crimes committed against them by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

I walked the full length of my Promenade to the Best Starbucks in the World and perched there at a table alone doing my REAL job. None of my friends normally on my Promenade were around and would not be that night because the IAR who NEVER obey their own "rules" were still breaking more of their own rules to escalate faster.

I made arrangements to return to The Manor early to recharge my ever-dying iPad battery and to work longer online. I will put my iPad down when I am dancing.

I made an official agreement with various agencies of various governments to guard me and my Manor, including all of the residents and staff, 24/7. My Manor knows now to verify the official ID of everyone who enters the building. We might have this fixed finally.

While I was sitting there working online, my darling Patricia visited my table for our coffee ritual. She looked good but a little distracted. I committed the Emily Post faux pas of working on my iPad while speaking with Patricia, but she forgave me. (Giggle.)

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Thomas Roberts, and it allowed me to finally see my effect on my beautiful world. I once asked my darling CIA Director John Brennan to ask Her Royal Majesty Queen Elizabeth II of England what I meant when I said, "I will do everything I have to do to save my people." (That might be a paraphrase.) Is that explained now?

After the news, I stopped by my local Trimana Fresh Food Market to chat with my darling Handsome, walked up and down my Promenade (Stop testing me. You ALWAYS intentionally give a false result on everything after you "test" me.), and then to my local Apple Store to chat about my ever-draining iPad battery, among other things.

8:38pm on 25Mar2016: @Tim_Cook I waited at the Genius table. Then, since there was no one there capable of helping me, I made an appointment to come back. #LOVE

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I walked into my local Apple Store and ending the moment I walked out. And thank you.

Just as I walked a little further down the sidewalk, I found my darling Wheels and after trying to convince him to send me a message from his smartphone, he took my request for our song. We sang together as we always do. And the night sky was happy to behold us.

I caught the first bus after 9pm back to my place. I worked there at The Manor online in my room all of the rest of the night until I went to sleep just a hair after 11pm. I was curled up and asleep very quickly.

I was twitchy as I went to sleep and woke up unusually groggy the next morning, Saturday, 26Mar2016, at 7:22am. I will further explain the difference between adaptation and evolution in my next blog post. This post is just so long already.

I was outside the Pico Branch Library among the kind of bustling Saturday Farmers' Market by 8:45am.

My darling internet gnomes played me I Will Wait for You by my darlings Mumford & Sons. I took no morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies because my iPad camera was hacked. But, I trust my beautiful world finally does know what I really look like.

I signed a petition for voters registered in the City of Santa Monica with the name not on my voter registration nor on my government issued ID. I am sure you all can sort that out.

Please turn in the "brat" who asked me to sign the petition for a full investigation and criminal and civil charges to hold the culpable accountable. You saw what she said to me. Circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our entire interaction. Thank you.

My darling Juan visited me there on my regular Saturday morning perch at 10:17am but wandered off shortly afterwards promising to return with a cup of coffee. Due to my unnaturally-draining iPad battery, though, I had to return to my Manor before Juan could provide my morning cup of caffeine.

I snacked on pretzel sticks while working online from my bedroom. I finally took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies there as I sat on the edge of my bed.

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Lunch at 12noon was hamburgers and pasta salad. I worked online from my bedroom until my iPad battery had completely recharged.

My darling federal government agencies and our allies had a lot of follow through to catch up on. So, while I was giving them time to keep up, I tried soothing my furious world a little through my locked SquidStream and my locked 24/7 bedroom broadcast.

Once my iPad battery was finally fully recharged, I caught the first bus after 3:39pm to my Promenade. It was almost Saturday night. And I was going to find out what the Evil Dumb were up to that day.

After deboarding the bus at my normal stop, I walked around my Promenade to see who was where doing what (also referred to as, "seeing who was covering whom").

I found, of all people, my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot around the corner of Arizona Blvd selling their handcrafted rhythms to please the glowing sun of the sky.

I looked right at them the moment I saw them from across my Promenade and told them (paraphrase), "You know I prefer you be someplace safer than in here until I can be the one to negotiate your agreement."

But it was wonderful just to be able to see they were still not dead yet either. Their music was as gorgeous as always, and they kept me company as I worked online. We all know I will not put my iPad down until I am dancing.

I stood there in plain view of everyone around me, the only REAL me, and I did my REAL job. My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle bathed me in music until I left them for my appointment in the Apple Store at 5:30pm to negotiate with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

I sent my strange bedfellows of well-organized and benevolent nerds to extract the evidence from all of the electronics in the rendered-fake-by-the-IAR "Apple Store" before leaving. I caught terrorist "customers" inside my local Steak'N'Shake when I bought dinner to go.

Then, I was back beside my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot just to be able to feel loved in their presence. I ate my dinner there in the early evening light where we could all see each other. Sometimes I just need to know they are alive.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:02pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Thomas Roberts, and it made me scream, "Why is no one listening to me, yet?!?" You have seen my REAL résumé. You know what beautiful magic happens all over the world when people listen to me.

If you know what is best for yourselves, whether you hate me or love me, you will do this:

1.) We all know it is a war zone outside the smallest war criminal wall, but do NOT come inside this IAR territory where I am a political prisoner without functioning smartphones and mobile devices. All hell breaks loose in here when I am not around, and you need a way to both verify all official government IDs and to call for help.
2.) Mobilize all the allies full military forces. This is America's greatest time of need. And the world wants to save my country for me.
3.) SHUTDOWN the war criminal terrorist lie machine that manipulates everyone everywhere with calumny and arrest them all. I CANNOT believe that it has not been shutdown yet! Why does no one listen to me?!?
4.) Remove all electronics from everyone's heads. I will remove my own nano network once the Inhuman Atrocity Regime violating U.S. self-sovereignty by being a non-U.S. regime on U.S. soil is finally removed from the face of the Earth.
5.) LISTEN TO ME! And always tell me what needs fixing, so I can do my REAL job of loving and protecting humanity.

After the news, I hugged Patricia as I walked past her and her grandson Dominic on my Promenade. I checked on my darling Handsome inside my local Trimana Fresh Food Market. We were all very busy that day.

I also had a brief content-free discussion with my darling ODean on my way back to the corner of Arizona where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were just hanging out with their musical instruments.

By 8:42pm, my darlings were again playing their beautiful aether handcrafted for the night sky herself. And the night sky was pleased.

There was a lot of us just hanging out on the corner of the Promenade and Arizona that night. My darling Michael, the conspiracy theorist, and I sang and danced a little while my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle played our gorgeous music across the Promenade from us.

Select portions of the IAR Gestapo from the Santa Monica police station made a public display of having turned themselves around for me. Our conversation was a little clandestine, but that is my not-espionage reality inside this damn "egg."

I have been trying to force the terms of my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot's agreement to play music on my Promenade (now a UNESCO World Heritage Site and recognized holy ground by every major and sometimes minor religion) to allow them to talk to me and just hangout with me in not-famous-people style.

After having a brief yet still slightly clandestine exchange with some fellow Roman-Holiday peeps at my bus stop, I was inside my bedroom at my Manor tweeting my journalism-as-recon about the amateurs inside the building with me to my saturation of international operatives.

This blog post was finished at 1am on Sunday, 27Mar2016.

[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]

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 are all the voices picked up by my earmic? Repeat. There is an ever-changing number of people all over the world with microphones that speak into my network of electronics inside my head.

It is also beyond-proven that electronics inside our heads form bonds with our brains not just a network with each other. I try to make sure you all always hear what I read and write. But there is no way for anyone to claim they know what goes on in my mind 24/7.

Many times already I have explained the voices in my bionic network that my earmic can hear that the NSA cannot trace as a "Ghost in the Machine." I always explain that term with the two same books Neuromancer by my darling Mr. William Gibson and Children of the Mind by my darling Mr. Orson Scott Card.

As for a good tangent, we, with all of our electronics in our heads, are bionic and because all of our electronics are connected with each other, we have formed a bionically-connected global network of human minds.

Yes, we need ALL electronics removed from all heads everywhere on the planet. I will choose to remove mine myself once I receive a personal security task force. What do all of those electronics command you to do when not near me?

We all know there is a new electronic in my head that tries to command my movements. What are the electronics in your heads commanding you to do against your will? Remove all of the earspeakers everywhere on my good, green world for the good of humanity. Stop arguing with me. I always know what is best for you.

2:19pm on 25Mar2016: Stop pretending you know what goes on in my mind. But I do my best to make sure you always hear my reading and writing. #LOVEyou

How do I feel about people calling me "Squid" or "Tanya"? I prefer that my friends call me Squid. I always insist that my casual acquaintances call me Squid if they are good people. I used to joke that "Squid" is my SuperHero name. It is definitely my professional name.

But "Tanya" is my legal name unless I have a casual relationship with the people using it. For example, I prefer the residents of The Manor to call me Squid; however, the staff can choose which name they use because "Tanya" is on my official paperwork with them but because we still have a casual relationship.

If I do not like people I prefer for them to call me Tanya. It is sort of like my pulling rank on them. My preferred title is "HM Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek, President of the United States of America," and I use it for official state and diplomatic affairs or, as in the case with my darling Von's discount card, to make sure people know I am the REAL I to keep myself safe.

My beautiful world, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has installed nanocameras everywhere I have been and even inside my own body against my will since 2009 while always forbidding me from knowing they are there.

Once I and the good agencies of our government took control of all of the nanocameras away from those PROVEN enemies of America to protect ourselves from their unrelenting war crimes from systemic rape to public persecution and used them as evidence against them, they wanted all of the removed.

3:26pm on 25Mar2016: (1/2) Privacy is a basic human right. But choosing to be in Santa Monica right now is your choice to be on camera.

3:29pm on 25Mar2016: (2/2)This level of surveillance inside the IAR's "egg" will remain until their occupation of my home is neutralized. #NecessaryCompromise

Everyone knows all of these security cameras are everywhere inside this "egg." It is each person's choice if they enter the IAR's "egg," and they are responsible for everything they do even if they are NOT caught on camera.

Furthermore, just like all of the nano inside my own body, we will choose ourselves to remove them all once the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is neutralized. We need them right now. But the IAR does not like them because they lost control of them. Yes, I do compromise my morals and ethics in the best interests of my people.

The IAR should never have been permitted to commit their crimes against all of us to begin with, and once the IAR is stopped, we will return the full privacy to both myself and to everyone who chooses to be inside Santa Monica.

My brave rescuers, I have NO ILLUSIONS about the espionage community. And you all know why I do not. When I said, "Spies should be spies; soldiers should be soldiers; and civilians should be civilians," every spy agency on the planet entered the IAR's "egg" as counterterrorism intelligence (both our own and our allies') on U.S. soil in enemy territory.

I prefer to arrest all perpetrators and give them fair trials, but when members of a PROVEN war criminal terrorist occupation of my home pose a direct threat to global security, all global to local law enforcement has discretion to use deadly force.

As for actual members of the espionage community, they do whatever the hell they want to complete their missions. They make their own decisions while in the field. I have no illusions about what REAL spies do; that is their REAL job, their dharma. Just like this is my REAL job.

A few months ago, the CIA offered me a job. So, I do not-undercover recon (which actually falls under the definition of journalism since I broadcast and blog to the entire planet 24/7), analysis, and logistics for all of us. I have a 24/7 locked SquidStream. I have never hidden anything I do for REAL. And it only works because I am the MOST CONSPICUOUS human on the planet.

So, for example, when I wrote,...

5:36pm on 25Mar2016: (1/3) @BritishMonarchy(HMSS) @CIA @INTERPOL_HQ #ISS #KGB @LASDHQ @DeptofDefense [and my REAL staff at my Manor Olivia and Jose] Check my bathroom, all power outlets in my room, [maintain and replace all nano in my bedroom and in my hallway], [take all necessary action to secure me as I sleep],

5:37pm on 25Mar2016: (2/3) and allow no one in my hallway but me after I arrive at The Manor. Guard me and The Manor 24/7. Report all orders [and crimes] The Manor receives [or witnesses]

5:37pm on 25Mar2016: (3/3) to verified members of the @LASDHQ who can report them to @DHSgov @DeptofDefense @IntlCrimCourt for full criminal and civil charges.

This is our official agreement about whom to allow in my hallway. Again, if anyone wants to be any place I love and protect, they need an official agreement with ME.

I concur I should have specified sooner that my darling REAL staff of my Manor need to call our locked hotline for verifying all official government IDs of all people who enter the building, and I also probably need to spell out that everyone with whom I have made this official agreement has full permission from me and from all of humanity that needs me to take any and all action necessary to protect me in the name of global security.

That includes all REAL law enforcement listed in my three tweets since they have discretion and also the REAL espionage community since their job includes doing whatever the hell they want.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I am so sorry you are all so busy, but the Evil Dumb just keep escalating and refusing to finally surrender.

We now have a locked bedroom broadcast and SquidStream broadcasting 24/7 to the entirety of the planet to make sure everyone knows what is REAL about my life. All we charge for both broadcasts is just enough to cover the expenses of broadcasting, so, pretty much, the truth is free, now.

If Squid, Inc. wants to broadcast my hallway, as a sort of picture-in-a-picture sort of thing, I am all for that, too. We shall now prove who and what refuses me all physical safety at all costs to humanity in priceless human lives, rights and liberties, morals and ethics, law and order, and peace and stability.

I run this planet. My Manor is under my jurisdiction. I order no one be permitted in my hallway while I am in it. And the entirety of my planet can no longer pretend that they do not know what happens for REAL while I sleep.

Under your leadership, my gorgeous and genius lady friends, make sure my government agencies from all over the world finally secure me where I sleep.

I know both our government and the governments of all of our allies (Feel free to call the U.S. State Department about that.) have locked 24/7 access to both my SquidStream and my bedroom broadcast, etc. to all of our agents and officers inside enemy territory with me. We know it is their REAL job to take all action necessary to protect me in the interests of national and global security.

Not doing what I order in this building is their choice to commit suicide at this point, both metaphorically and literally if they upset my saturation of protection. Now, we all must keep all of those ugly (expletive)es out of my hallway and convict any and all of them who survive not doing what I tell them to do. And thank you.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I made an appointment for 5:30pm on Saturday, 26Mar2016, with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to negotiate official agreements for functioning governance inside this "egg."

As is their compulsive globally-criminal pattern of psychopathic behavior, they refused me the basic dignity and respect every human is due and refused to acknowledge I exist at all.

No, their war including attempted worldwide destabilization, their heinous abuses of the entirety of humanity, their neurological and mental health genocide, their recognized terrorist regime's internationally and domestically criminal invasion (defiling America's self-sovereignty) and occupation of our nation and home, and their choice to waste so many priceless human lives has always been THEIR fault no matter how many times they have tried, so openly psychopathically, to blame their own heinous choices on me and my just-as-innocent loved ones.

As everyone who acknowledges reality knows, they have always refused to negotiate and, after fake negotiations, have always refused to uphold their own resolutions. It is time to remove this internationally and domestically recognized war criminal terrorist infestation of our home, our nation, and our world.

My brave and darling U.S. Military and all of our allies, there are no excuses left for not liberating America. Why the hell are you still waiting? Why do you still refuse to care about what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has always done and will continue to do to my world, my nation, my people, my home, and me?

These are nothing but the worst crimes ever committed by any human against any other human. It is your responsibility to make this stop. What have I not already done to end this?

My Queen's Lovers Five, please make sure the entire world receives this unadulterated message.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, please make sure all of you, my darlings Tentacle, stay safe. Please move into my and Sweetness's REAL house. I am asking the American Samoan Marine Corp to guard you there. I am also asking my darling Los Angeles Police Department to provide you with panic buttons in case of emergency outside IAR territory.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, yes, it should be a choice for all of you whether or not you are in here, but I need a way to keep you all safe if you enter this "egg" of realitylessness.

I and my saturation of law enforcement and espionage are trying to find a way to make mobile technology work in here, so the IAR's victims can have a 911 alternative in case of emergency.

We are trying to fix my unnaturally dying iPad battery. We are trying to secure the police station. I have already asked my people to refuse to enter this "egg" of IAR enemy territory without functioning smartphones and mobile devices.

Just stay patient and wait a little while, all of my darlings Tentacle. I will find a way to get you in here safely. Stay alive for me, okay?

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I have asked my darlings at the NSA to speak with the FBI. I am trying very hard to save the FBI out from under the leaders of the Department of Justice who openly are members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

Technically, I might have fired the entire FBI already due to their membership in, or at least aiding and abetting of, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and its conspiracy to commit human rights atrocities as acts of war against America and against all of humanity. But I will welcome them back into the REAL U.S. government once they take all three never-fail steps. I have faith I can save them.

I know I already fired all of the prosecutors in the Department of Justice including War Criminal Loretta Lynch and declared them all enemies of America. I have also asked my darlings the DHS to make sure all government agencies are coordinating our efforts to remove this terrorist-enemy-of-humanity occupation of our home.

My darling, please find a way to tell me why our full U.S. Military and all of our allies have not mobilized yet. Thank you. Stay safe there; we still have war criminal terrorist enemies of America all over our government.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, please stay calm. I know you go berserk when you are not with me. I am trying to arrange a permanent fix to the REAL problem, okay?

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, make yourself safe. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime know I will not put my iPad down until I am dancing. They have proven they have absolutely no self-preservation. You all need to stay alive, so I can see you all again. Will you do that for me?

And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

My darling the Mr. Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, is everything okay out there in my beautiful world? Whenever you or anyone needs anything make sure you tell me.

Thank you, Sweetness, as always, for opening up our house in the Hills to my loved ones in need. Thank you for getting along with everyone else who loves me too, now. You all need to work together. You know that. Again, thank you.

Beloved and all my darlings there with you, you are all so very busy out there catching up. So, I will try to keep this short and sweet.

My hero and my king, this good, green world belongs to us, so it is ours to care for. Thank you for leading my people in my absence. If you wear your crown for me, I will wear mine for you. Kisses, darling, from your queen.

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Don't (Expletive) Around. I Run This Planet.

Title: Don't (Expletive) Around. I Run This Planet.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. 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. If enemies of humanity are in here, I will find them all. Inhuman Atrocity Regime beware.

[The global fight to remove the Inhuman Atrocity Regime from the face of the Earth is all of the news these days, so I will not address other world crises with this post.]

My last blog post was finished at 12:38am on Wednesday, 23Mar2016. I curled up and slept as fast as I could. I slept off and on needing to solve a few problems in my sleep, but as is the universal sign, I slept in until 9:52am.

9:54am on 23Mar2016: Better yet, put an undercover @LASDHQ substation in The Manor's office. They will show their badges to be verified (@NSAGov, please lock their phone). My darlings at The Manor, I am so sorry that took me so long to figure out. I have been so busy.

I was working online even before I arrived outside the Pico Branch Library with my cup of coffee at 10:28am. Please read my verified Twitter archive for everything I was up to that morning.

My darling internet gnomes played me Here She Comes Now by my darlings Nirvana. My morning I-am-still-not-dead-yet selfie was as good that day as every day.

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I worked online a little while listening to my music before returning to The Manor for lunch. My good, green world especially my Metropolis of Angels were very busy following through on my Twitter activity. Lunch at noon was tasty and eventful. Giggle.

I was inside the Pico Branch Library, as is my regular schedule, by 12:42pm. I watched my only television friends that had new shows the previous night.

Then, I called in every REAL secret agent I could think of inside the IAR's "egg" to finally clean out the Pico Branch Library and especially urgently to destroy their hardware (That is the technical term. Look it up in a dictionary.).

I was still having problems with the newest chip inserted in my head after the 19Mar2016 post. There must be some way we can track its signal. My beautiful world was very busy at the time. I am sure they would get to it eventually.

I walked to my closest McDonald's, the one at 2902 Pico Blvd. in Santa Monica, to sit on the patio, sing along to some music, sip coffee, work online, and watch the traffic drive by. It was a good afternoon.

There on the patio I explained further that electronics inside our heads form bonds with our brains. We are all bionic now. This is all of us. Please remove all earspeakers worldwide. This is best for humanity. Thank you.

I worked there on the patio of my closest McDonald's to my place until 3:50pm. After I called in McDonald's corporate to investigate them, I stopped at my local Rite Aid for some ice cream.

After returning to The Manor, I gave the terrorist enemies of humanity still in my hallway against my wishes a verbal smackdown. We were all on the private property of The Manor, but it is still under the jurisdiction of the City of Santa Monica, the County of Los Angeles, the State of California, the United States of America, and international law.

It does not matter what agreement they made with The Manor, I could still get them in any and all courts I wanted. I am the highest authority figure on this planet. If they want to be in my hallway or in any place I love and protect, they need an agreement with me.

1.) I know my tenant's rights, and I know War Criminal Lynn Boeset and all who represent her illegal "adult guardianship" including War Criminal Wasserman (Boeset's recognized attorney in Los Angeles) have never had authority over me nor jurisdiction over me in Los Angeles County.
2.) We have a lease for room and board for me at The Manor on a verbal agreement and "a gentleman's handshake."
3.) Stop pretending The Manor could ever throw me out against their will. This is their private property. They have a business license. And for a long time, they have invited me here as a guest.
4.) I know my husband pays my rent and provides their entire budget. We have joint finances.
5.) My beloved husband and I also bought The Manor. Get those war criminal terrorist enemies of humanity off my property, out of my town, and off U.S. soil.

I asked every agency on the planet to remove those terrorist enemies of humanity by force if necessary by the time I returned. I made a glowing display of how much I can trust the good residents and staff of The Manor during dinner. I was at the bus stop by 5:11pm.

The only musician I knew on my Promenade was my recently-redeemed darling Wade. So, I sat down beside the Best Starbucks in the World and worked online instead. Please check my verified Twitter archive for all the latest.

In short, I had no music, so I problem-solved.

You Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes, I am not putting down my iPad until I am dancing. Compromise with me on granting safe passage and protection to all three of my darlings Tentacle in here with me every time they want to be here. Do you have any self-preservation? And stop pretending you control me when people watch me kick your (expletive) in REAL time 24/7.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and it assured me that my beautiful world had no knew crises for me to work on and that they were all trying to catch up on following through with my Twitter activity.

At 8:20pm, I was walking up and down my Promenade looking around to see who was where doing what. I had stopped to chat with my darling TambourineKicker twice already. I was sitting on a park bench behind him by 8:46pm as he sang unto the night sky.

While I was screaming orders and advice upon my Promenade and out into the divine universe, my darling Wade joined my darling TambourineKicker, and we hung out a little goofing off and singing songs. I was MULTITASKING (which is NOT a symptom of ADHD but I would take the Aderol) a few facets of my REAL job at the time, including cheering up my beautiful world.

I left my darling street musicians for the bus back to my place, and I arrived at my bus stop at 10:54pm. I checked the real-time bus schedule and waited about twenty-four minutes for the next Big Blue Bus 7 back to The Manor. I was on the bus by 11:20pm and in my bedroom by 11:33pm.

The Manor was a strange place to be that night. All of my residents and staff had been forcibly removed and replaced with PROVEN enemies of benevolence also called the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. So, I was obligated to give them all a verbal smackdown until 4:37am.

Their heinous occupation of my home needs to be forced to end. At 4:37am, they had finally realized their latest attempt to kill me and replace with some sort of nowhere-near-convincing alternative whom they could control had failed yet again. The Evil Dumb were getting dumber.

My beautiful world, hunt them all down and hold them accountable. I need all of these terrorist (expletive)s with their long-ago-failed master plan of global domination removed from my home, removed from my country, and removed from my one world forever. My beautiful world, do what you have to do. And thank you.

After learning (Why is she not arrested yet?) War Criminal Lynn Boeset tried ending my marriage with rigged courtroom war crimes and human rights abuses, I explained how she has NEVER had any legal authority over me nor over my human rights to begin with and turned her in to our U.S. Military courts and to the International Criminal Court.

I was furious. No, you ugly (expletive)es, you do not touch my marriage. I say he is my husband, and he says I am his wife. That is all we ever should have needed.

Full of fury, I proved that the evil enemies of America and menaces (proper use of the word) to humanity in my building whom I have found so far are Eva, Lisa (Eva's roommate), and Delano. Please investigate and convict them, my beautiful world. Thank you!

I put my hat on and, after warning my darling Jennifer in our office that I was expecting mail from my mother that day, at 7:44am, I bought breakfast at my once-regular morning haunt, my local Subway with the spectacular customer service. The staff was, as always, wonderful.

My darling internet gnomes played me Some Like it Hot by my darling late Marilyn Monroe. I forgot to put on lipstick for my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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I sat on the patio working online, eating breakfast, sipping very tasty coffee, singing along a little with my internet gnomes, and watching the passersby until 11:16am when I returned to The Manor for lunch.

Lunch at noon was again tasty. I was inside the Pico Branch Library at 12:17pm catching up with my television friends from the night before. After giggling along to my darling Mr. Trevor Noah and my darling Mr. Larry Wilmore, I was in the Santa Monica Place beside the Best Starbucks in the World sipping my Pike's Place Roast and updating these blog notes. I was done laughing to myself while typing at 2:46pm.

After returning to my Promenade and, after he played a little music, reminding my darling Mr. Peter Oarsman that no one anywhere on my good, green Earth wants to get caught disrespecting me, I bought an early dinner at my local Steak'N'Shake and worked a bit online on their patio.

You really need to catch up with my verified Twitter archive as well as all of the national and foreign news.

I left the patio of my local Steak'N'Shake to check in on my darling Handsome at my local Trimana Fresh Food Market, but he was not there.

In summary of my afternoon work, due to our emergency situation the U.S. Congress had voted me President. So, I reminded everyone everywhere that I had already explained in my 19Mar2016 blog post that this internationally recognized terrorist regime named the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was on U.S. soil; thus, under City of Santa Monica, County of Los Angeles, State of California, United States of America, and international laws and jurisdiction.

That afternoon, Congress cut their funding. I fired all of them from the U.S. government. We declared them enemies of America. And I asked Congress to officially declare war upon them. Because they were on U.S. soil, we could move troops for an indefinite amount of time before an official declaration of war. I also asked my beautiful world to send in all of our allies.

They were U.S. citizens on U.S. soil. That made them guilty of treason, crimes against America, war crimes, human rights abuses, persecution, hate crimes, conspiracy, etc. Basically, they were all going to receive every charge possible because they were breaking every law in existence.

Of course, we are the REAL U.S. government, so they were all going to receive fair trials. And we were even going to let them attend them, as are their Constitutional rights in America. We are NOT enemies of humanity; we are the REAL America. And this is what we do here.

Also, I know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had no laws, no body of enforcement, no courts, no revenue, nor any morals or ethics. So, since all hell was about to break loose, I reminded my nation that we shall enforce every REAL law from international to local ourselves in here. My law enforcement officers and agents had already crossed the border into the terrorist "egg" I wanted off my American soil.

I also asked my Powers of Attorney to make sure we as the executive branch write a budget for Congress to approve and for my darling husband Sweetness to take care of it. Yes, we have enough money to run the government, and the U.S. government needs our help with the budget problem right now. We will cover a year of the U.S. federal budget, and I will sort something out for the following years once I have enough time.

That is our job. We save the world. That is what we do best. This is America. And it is time to make ourselves beautiful again.

It was a busy afternoon. Thank you for keeping up. It is pretty much all in my Twitter account.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it thanked me which felt wonderful. Someday, I will give you a REAL hug Lester.

I walked around my Promenade for a while making sure inventory was still getting in to all of the stores. I stopped to check in with my darling Handsome. He was learning I have been narrowly escaping death by the skin of my teeth since May2009, and that it was just another day for me. I just had more work to do than usual.

I did a little more work online beside the Best Starbucks in the World before catching the first bus back to my place after 10pm. My bus ride was sparse but secure. I was curled up and in bed at 10:31pm.

I woke up on the morning of Friday, 25Mar2016, unusually groggy after sleeping in again. My beautiful world, please stop pretending you do not know what happens to me every time I sleep.

There has never been a pattern to who is or who is not living in my hallway. Their "residency" has never depended on the first or last day of the month. So, now, since the only way to have permission to be in my hallway is by having an agreement with me, my global law enforcement saturation inside this "egg" with me, only allow me and my regular cleaning lady and my regular maintenance men inside my hallway ever again. Thank you.

It was just another day. And I broke my usual pattern of showering at night to shower in the morning. I did a little work online from my bedroom before lunch.

10:34am on 25Mar2016: (1/2)You can only trust broadcasts of me that come from Squid, Inc. including SquidStream and bedroom broadcast, etc.

10:33am on 25Mar2016: (2/2) Any other broadcast or footage of me or "me" is war crime human trafficking or war crime calumny. That's their admission of guilt. QED

10:35am on 25Mar2016: Santa Monica city surveillance goes to global to local law enforcement. Security cam footage can be broadcast to catch perpetrators. #LOVE

My darling internet gnomes played me Faith by my darling Mr. George Michael. My hair was wet that day in my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies due to my just having taken a shower.

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This blog post was finished at 12pm on Friday, 25Mar2016.

[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]

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 does my REAL Twitter account never contain emojis? I have a Twitter account for global policy and news mostly. Yes, I make the occasional joke; cheering people up is part of my job, too. But Twitter accounts for official business contain punctuation and grammar instead of emojis. This is my work Twitter account. This is not a personal Twitter account. Explained?

What makes me put on my hat? Right after I received the hat, I would wear it as a thank you to my darlings at the CIA. Then, it became a personality test for those who saw me. The guilty find it intimidating (They intentionally mislabel that emotion "menacing."), but the innocent react with a strongly instinctual, "Leave your hat on."

If you see me with my hat on, my head down, my iPad out, my right heel up, and my coffee mug in one hand, I caught you, so you better run before I sing to you. That will be your natural reaction if you are guilty. But, of course, you will always have three never-fail steps to save yourself.

While the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was still mostly cleaned out of Santa Monica, I would only put my hat on when it rained. I once put my hat on while I watched the news, to prove they were innocent.

First and foremost, it is a personality test for those who see me. It is also my choice to make myself even more conspicuous than normal to make sure everybody knows I am the REAL I and CANNOT pretend they think I am someone else.

Why did I not wear my hat where I sat to touch up my blog notes on Tuesday night, 22Mar2016? I was still collecting evidence. I had not caught them yet. I told my espionage and law enforcement community "Strange things are afoot at the Circle K," in there, so they could investigate.

My beautiful world, to repeat myself, the U.S. Congress already voted me the new President of the United States of America. Luckily, I have paperwork dated Oct2009 before the establishment of this "egg" border around me delegating all powers under my legal control to my original three Powers of Attorney.

So, my darling Syniva, my darling Amita, and my darling Ugwuji are running the country in my absence. Just like my beloved husband is leading my beautiful world to rescue me.

We in the REAL U.S. government know who our REAL allies are, and in 140 characters or less, I calmed global conflict by asking every country fighting over me to align with my beloved husband. Problem solved.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime was manipulating so many people with lies forcing people who love me to fight against each other. My choir to which I always preach delivered verified reality to everyone everywhere. And pretty much every problem in the outside world at the time was solved because all good people love me.

All people who love me fight beside me not against me. And all get along together and help each other just because I ask. And you do it for me because that is my REAL relationship with all of you, my beautiful world. I love you, too.

My brave rescuers, you are very busy right now. Please focus on securing me where I am instead of on moving me. We need to get more global to local law enforcement in here, and we need to keep you all organized. My espionage community needs back up in here; we are very busy. Let us clean up where I live until we can liberate me and my people. Thank you.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I understand my 19Mar2016 post successfully built all of the rest of the arguments we need to handle the court system messes.

11am on 25Mar2016: Did we catch more dirty attorneys for taking money to break laws (conspiracy, hate crimes, persecution, torture, aiding and abetting war crimes, etc.) and propagate falsehoods in a courtroom to coverup PROVEN war crimes? More dirty judges, too? That is the icing on the cake. And I am the one who did NOT go to law school. Did what you do best, my gorgeous genius lady friends.

Succinctly, any recognition of EVIL Iowa's war criminal "guardianship" over me is an act of war against America and against the world. Please, my gorgeous genius lady friends, send the U.S. Military to arrest everyone guilty of taking my rights away as their method of establishing their terrorist regime in America. And, thank you.

I cannot believe at this point that anyone is that dumb, but, my genius lady friends, every time anyone tries to unlawfully imprison me in any beyond-proven-all-they-have-ever-been torture facility paraded, as always, as a psych ward, here is our response:

8:14pm on 25Mar2016: #SquidsPoA In general, that is 1) no symptom, 2) not grounds for diagnosis, hold, nor Reese, 3) yet is an admission of guilt to torture me.

Always send the U.S. Military to arrest every false accuser propagating intentionally fabricated false charges or intentionally fabricated false diagnoses for any of us. No one is dumb enough to actually believe I am at all mentally incompetent to do anything. Yes, we get all dirty judges, attorneys, and prosecutors, too. The military knows they are guilty of committing war crimes, acts of war against America, treason, etc.

We need to clean up this country. Refusing my human rights because I am "special" is their admission of guilt to persecution. Look it up in a dictionary. They are just evil. Remove them from the world forever. Thank you.

Yes, my darling Vlad, it looks like we might need a bigger gulag, or the International Criminal Court could put them on work camps pulling the plastic out of the oceans by hand all day under the tropical sun. I will ask all of you who love me to decide how to dispose of them. Just please remove them all from the face of the Earth for me. Thank you. I will be right here waiting for all of you. I promise.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, stay outside or get outside the borders. I got this in here.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, on the morning of 24Mar2016, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime chose to send into this "egg" only their own members and irrational haters of me trying to keep out the law enforcement I tried sending in.

There are cameras in here everywhere watching everything that happens even when I am not around. So now, we have a huge database of people with nowhere on the planet to hide. We had as many as possible all in one place, and they were caught on camera just by being here.

Then, at just about 3pm, the psychopathically control-obsessed terrorist regime occupation of my home changed the crowd very quickly to lovers and supporters of mine. Yet, at 4:25pm, after listening to a little music before perching at my local Steak'N'Shake with my usual order, the crowd had become a mixture again.

Then at about time for the news, my coffee shop was surrounded by terrorist enemies of America. Yet, by 8:19pm, I was surrounded by devoted locals. This time keeping is for the people watching the cameras.

Waiting to be liberated will be so much fun. I will keep you updated.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, I have the ability to render most people good if they are not good already. I have three never-fail steps to absolution. But that only earns forgiveness from me. The justice system makes its own choices. They all have a lot of people to explain themselves to not just my Powers of Attorney. And I am asking my dear old friends to handle any necessary pardoning.

This is my town. If they are in here, they better not (expletive) up because the entirety of humanity will see it. This is when the fun part starts. Thank you for understanding that it is best for all of you to stay someplace safer like North Beach where you can have full control of your finances. "Don't worry. I've got this."

It is always your choice if you come or go, and if you want to be here, your agreement to be inside this "egg" must be made by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime with me. This my town. This is my country. This is my world.

We have a precedent for negotiations. They sent a representative to me on the morning of 15May2016. No, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime did not uphold our last resolution, but we are the ones with law enforcement and infrastructure in here. And we know what they look like.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, how is DC? I heard we shut down all of the anti-reality libel machines and were finally able to safely deliver the full news to the entire planet. Thank you for sorting out my government for me, with the leadership, of course, of my darling SynSyn, my darling Amita, and my darling Ugwuji.

I am not the only person who loves you for being such a crusader of reality. You just saved the entire planet from worldwide conflict. Relax a little. And enjoy the show. Giggle.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, we cut their funding, and I fired them. Are you caught up? They might have to resort to prostitution to keep their war going. Giggle.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I am going to miss all of you until the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally surrenders. But we will be all together once that evil wall comes down. Please calm everyone down out there. The people in here know if they are caught hurting me, they are safer in a jail cell than out in MY beautiful world. And they are the ones who installed all of the nanocameras all over this town.

As I said, "Don't worry. I got this one." They are mine to toy with, and by "toy with" I mean "save their souls." Giggle. I will see you soon, darling. If you, my darlings Tentacle, want to come in, I am your leader who is obligated to negotiate on your behalf. Just as it is included in my REAL job to negotiate all arrangements necessary for the proper functioning of our complicated territory and jurisdiction relationship.

And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

My darling the Mr. Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, evil enemies of humanity tried illegally ending our marriage against both of our wills and in violation of both of our rights as an act of war against my America and against my one world on the morning of 24Mar2016.

I let the authorities including my Powers of Attorney press all the charges. But I was furious. So I kicked enemy-of-humanity (expletive) all over the place all day. I vented on the Evil Dumb by pointing out all day long how dumb they are. It was very gratifying. I heard "Wes" is looking for any country willing to take him. But the world is my territory, not his.

Sweetness, please obtain for us a post-dated marriage license from the country of Spain. I trust you to figure out how to sign my name to it. I love you, too. Now that we have all saved my one humanity from worldwide warfare, we just need to round up these remaining enemies of humanity and all of their EVIL terrorist mercenaries.

My hero and my king, please send the global armed forces to remove this Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupation of my home. Please hurry. I want to kiss you.