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?
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.
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.
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.
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).