Title: The Upper Hand
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Here is my latest blog post. All we ever needed was Obama's personal "Mein Kompf" of "rules" that he literally kills brave Americans to enforce to prove Obama's "egg" is Obama's fault.
But my beautiful world along side my genius Powers of Attorney brought saving America the extra mile and proved irrefutably that every well-documented crime against America that comprises Obama's "egg" has been ordered by him from the start.
Sadly, the Obama deniers, much like climate change deniers and human evolution deniers, are still ignoring the hard facts and irrefutable science, so they can keep LITERAL Terrorist Dictator Obama in power.
To make matters worse, Obama is still enforcing his total media blackout that forbids any and all reporting on any and all of his crimes against America and against the world from ever being broadcast to the American public.
Yes, Obama is still forbidding the entire American public from ever learning about any heinous act he has ever committed since he took office all to keep himself in totalitarian control of America.
You want to end the lies, my once-great America, but that begins by ending Obama's silencing of the truth. Obama has totalitarian control of what the public knows. That is his upper hand. Once you replace Obama's empire of lies with reality, you take his power away.
Democratic People's Republic of Korea (North Korea). Supreme Leader Kim Jong-un's response to the increased sanctions against his government was to again threaten South Korea and the U.S. When are we finally going to be able to give the world fewer reasons to hate America?
For some reason the Supreme Leader has always loved me. I think it because I so vehemently fight the corruption that dominates DC. But it has afforded me the ability to persuade Kim Jong-un to release hostages in the past as well as foment overtures of reconciliation between both Koreas.
If this was a real threat, the closest North Korea could reach with a missile would be the West Coast, so I am pretty sure the U.S. is safe. Kim Jong-un is not going to attack Los Angeles while I am living here. He knows San Francisco is my home town. And my BFF SynSyn lives in Seattle.
If the Supreme Leader landed a nuclear warhead on South Korea. He would hit himself with fallout.
My beautiful world, we know the best way to ease tensions with North Korea is to just let me do my REAL job finally. I am desperate to feed the starving people in that isolated country. What if I could? What if I really could open up North Korea to get humanitarian aid into their countryside? This has to be worth letting me try.
Syria. My darlings in the Syrian opposition, please exercise your right to self-determination and go to the peace talks the United Nations have organized for you. Assad will be there, so you need to be there. If you do not go, the U.S., Russia, Saudi Arabia, Iran, and Assad will decide the future of Syria without you.
According to the article, you are waiting for bargaining leverage before you are willing to go to talks. But you already have the upper hand in talks. Your five years of humanitarian crisis under a dictator fighting a war to never have to lose power is all the leverage you ever needed.
The world knows the truth about everything you are going through. Because the world believes you deserve an accountable government that represents you and serves you instead of dominating you, the world led by the United Nations have already determined Assad must step down and instigated the beginnings of a ceasefire to save all of your priceless lives.
Please, Syrian opposition, you do not need to wait for more bargaining power. The world is already standing up for you and fighting for what you want. Just make sure you attend those talks to make sure you have a say in your own future. They will listen to you.
My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Sunday, 06Mar2016. I slept very well and woke up later in the morning at 7am but just laid in bed wishing someone were there with me until 9:13am.
I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 9:32am, and my mom called me through FaceTime at 9:40am. I was still putting on my makeup as we chatted. Just like most of my loved ones, she just wanted to see my face and hear my voice. I love my mom.
My darling internet gnomes played me Faith by my darling Mr. George Michael. My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies would have looked much better if I had not worn my white sandals but whatever.
The gorgeous California sun shone high in the clear blue sky that morning. And I worked outside the library until 11:27am.
I had a lot of friends to talk to over lunch at noon. I caught the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade at 12:52pm. After walking up and down Promenade seeing who was playing what where, I perched on a park bench in the sun.
At 1:49pm, my darling Patricia found me there sitting quietly pondering the universe. We walked around a little, but she disappeared when I left to buy some coffee. I finally took the time to catch up with my TweetHearts at 3:06pm.
Patricia found me again at 3:22pm, so I gave her some of my coffee. At 3:34pm, when I had finally finished catching up with Twitter, we had ourselves a little chat. My darling Patricia and I walked around a little before we perched next to my darling Mr. Zen Thomas.
I made a full spin of my Promenade just after 4pm. No, my darlings Tentacle were not there. At 4:48pm, I bought dinner and walked to the Santa Monica Pier. No, my darlings Tentacle were not there either.
5:30pm on 06Mar2016: @hansonmusic @INXS @KristNovoselic Just checked Pier. If you're not on my Promenade by the time I return, I will kick Obama's head in again.
I sat on the steps at the far end of the Santa Monica Pier and sang along with the busker there as I ate my dinner. The cool ocean breeze was billowing my silk robe around me, and the ocean waves murmured against the supportive legs of the Pier as if they needed to tell me something.
No, my darlings Tentacle were not on my Promenade when I returned. I was furious. I stopped in the Trimana Fresh Food Market at 6:26pm to check on my darling Handsome. Then I sat down next to my darling Chantz at 6:37pm.
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 was a beautiful reminder of how much I believe in love.
I checked my Promenade, but my darlings Tentacle were gone and forbidden from ever returning. Not only had Obama proven I really am the most powerless person in America, but he had proven he was still escalating his crimes against the entire nation not just against me.
7:54pm on 06Mar2016: @BarackObama You're the only one who will go away & never come back ever again. @IntlCrimCourt @David_Cameron @cctvnews @RT_com #HurryFaster
Hulk Smash-- 06Mar2016
No one was allowed near me to keep me safe after 8pm on the night of 06Mar2016. You already know my darlings Tentacle were forbidden from entering my Promenade.
But there was also no Patricia. There was no Kaila. There was no TambourineKicker. Handsome and Felix were sent home early from the Trimana. Ricky, Jose, and Shannon were no longer on shift at the best Starbucks in the world. Even Malika got sent home early once Obama saw she was friendly towards me.
That Sunday, Obama and his conspiracy of war criminal terrorists intentionally rendered me as helpless and defenseless as possible. I was alone on my Promenade with no friends, no protection, and no support.
My beautiful world, when you are finally ready to do something REAL to help me and all of my persecuted people, I will still be here, Obama's rape-slave abandoned and increasingly alone inside Obama's (expletive)ing "egg" that you are all still not only permitting Obama to keep but are still permitting Obama to escalate. Goddamn do something already!
Obama is stealing everyone away from me. It has never been more proven that I need my loved ones as bodyguards. Please finally help me!
After my darling Malika left, I walked down the street to the salsa floor, the most crowded place I could find. Despite my expecting to be safe among the dancers, some (expletive)ing (expletive)er followed me there and PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE twice, both times because I had told him to get away from me. And absolutely no one did anything.
My beautiful world, why are you insisting on failing me so goddamn completely? The entire salsa floor was a witness, and no one even acknowledged it happened. I need my (expletive)ing loved ones, and I need (expletive)ing security.
Where the (expletive) are you, world, when I need you? It has been seven damn years of this godforsaken "egg," and you still have not done anything!!! The FBI are still insisting they get to take the SquidStream down, and then how safe will I be? (Expletive)ing give a damn already!
My beautiful world, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from one of the police cameras watching the Promenade. You need to see how hard he hit me.
Neither my darling Handsome nor my darling Felix were in the Trimana Fresh Food Market, so the closest safe place I could find was the best Starbucks in the world. They were already closed, but luckily there was still some staff inside cleaning up.
9:53pm on 06Mar2016: (1/2) @SynivaWhitney I want that (expletive)ing (expletive)er who hit me arrested. Full charges. Show no mercy. I NEVER suffer in silence.
9:53pm on 06Mar2016: (2/2) @SynivaWhitney Destroy everyone keeping my Queen's Lovers Five away from me. I need them here to keep me safe. Who the (expletive) did this?
Constantly checking if my face had swollen up, I left for the bus back to my place at 10:11pm. Both sides of my face felt like they were burning, and I was increasingly unamused with Obama.
My darlings where I live stayed up to make sure I got back safely, and I was curled up and in bed as fast as I could get there. But I did not sleep all night.
No, I was not up all night because a guy punched me twice. It was not the lightning storm outside that disturbed my slumber nor my loud, hungry, rumbling stomach that kept me tossing and turning.
I was up all night because I was alone, completely and utterly alone. Defenseless. Abandoned. Forced away from all my loved ones. No one to wrap me in their arms. No one to guard my door. Alone.
I was awake on Monday, 07Mar2016, in time for breakfast. I put on a pair of pants and left to face the world. I had a little chat with my darling Kareem after eating, and I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:43am.
My darling internet gnomes played me Paradise City by my darlings Guns'N'Roses which made me actually proclaim out loud, "Oh, yeah, somebody loves me!" I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies in the rain.
I had so much work to do that morning. The previous night had been packed with drama, and I had to make sure everyone was okay.
10:22am on 07Mar2016: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Finally make me safe is by arresting these compulsively lying threats to my health and liberty! @cctvnews @RT_com @UN
My darling Delano stopped by at 10:42am to make sure I was okay. Lunch at noon included a really tasty potato soup. I was inside the Pico Branch Library by 12:16pm watching my late night talk show hosts from the previous week. They were very funny. I wished I could actually speak with them.
At 3:02pm, I walked over and hugged my darling Nemo before walking back to my place.
What was that speech my darling Mr. Liam Neeson gave over the phone in Taken? It was something like, (paraphrase) "I am a man with a certain set of skills. You have taken my loved ones. I will find you." Eh, close enough.
Well, anyway, I read my current draft of this blog post at 4:02pm that afternoon, and it is kind of like I am saying that to Obama. But what is my skill set?
"Obama, I am a peaceful, unarmed woman who will walk into every one of your sloppy operations I can find, provoke everyone into proving they are guilty, collect my evidence, live tweet, and press charges against you until I get my five lovers back. The ICC is coming for you."
It does not sound as good when I say it, but do you remember the verified and unedited recording of me the last time I was at the Viper Room? Oh, yeah, get that recording with full audio and visuals out of the archives.
If you think my Powers of Attorney get badass in the courtroom or my friends and lovers get badass trying to reach me, you should see me with an iPad (without wifi) face to face with Obama's war criminals. The Viper Room was even better than Sigourney Weaver night.
The constant espionage thriller around me finally died down when we securely locked my SquidStream. Total public accountability for everything that happens around me, though technically only a deterrent, REALLY helps.
Let me try that again, "Obama, I am a world leader, and you persecute my people. If you do not set my people free, I do not care what it takes. I will arrest you. I will convict you." Yeah, that feels better.
My mom called me through FaceTime at 4:26pm. It was a totally adorable conversation. At 4:29pm, I stopped blogging and milled about with my fellow residents before dinner.
Dinner at 5pm was sloppy joes. I was on my 3rd Street Promenade by 5:22pm. There was barely anyone around and absolutely no street performers. My Promenade was unnaturally devoid of humanity.
The only people I could find to talk to were my darling Handsome and my darling Felix in the Trimana, and they both looked they were pretending to not be really upset.
After promising to come back to the Trimana to talk to them again before I went home, I perched beside the best Starbucks in the world, the one in the Santa Monica Place, and worked online until it was time to watch the news.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly hug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it looked like he was not as shaken up by what had happened the previous night as I had been told.
At 7:33pm, I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot on the street corner pretending they were not waiting for me. Someone had been working miracles, and I needed to thank whoever got them there. I highly suspect it was my genius Powers of Attorney who worked that magic.
They moved down the street after 8pm and started again at 8:49pm. It was a beautiful night, and they made me feel loved and safe. Sadly, they stopped playing at 9:48pm when a police officer came by to find out if MannedUp's permit was suspended still.
I think the police just wanted to make sure I knew about their local legal brouhaha, and I already did. I soliloquied an expedient legal consultation. But I will have a permanent fix in my next blog post. MannedUp, honey, I got this.
My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle finally wheeled away into the night at 10:16pm. It had been so wonderful seeing them and a total surprise on a Monday night. I REALLY want to just walk up to them and kiss them, but I worry so much about what Obama will do to them if I do.
After they left, my big brother RadFish joined me beside the triceratops fountain at 10:29pm and said, "Let's get drunk!"
We walked to Ye Olde King's Head Pub where we sipped bourbon while he complained transsexuals in Manila are constantly asking him for money (To which I responded, "Dude, then don't talk to so many transsexuals in Manila.") and while he tried to show me the porn he made fifteen years ago.
I had no interest in it, but I did figure out why he wanted to. RadFish, honey, that bitch ain't me.
This blog post was finished from the bar of Ye Olde King's Head Pub in Santa Monica at 12:30am on Tuesday, 08Mar2016.
[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 my favorite quote from a rock song? Without a doubt, "People say I'm crazy, but I'm in demand." It is from my darling Mr. Ozzy Osbourne's Flying High Again.
Obama's upper hand is his complete oppression of freedom of speech and totalitarian control of the media; what is our upper hand? Comparing my team side by side with Obama's conspiracy, it is clear our advantage comes from fighting smarter, keeping our promises, walking the moral high ground, never leaving anyone behind, and being completely innocent.
My entire beautiful world can count on us to always tell them them the truth. Our integrity, accountability, and transparency speaks more about us than even my blog can. So much of our battle is already won just because my loved ones make sure I stay healthy and can keep doing my job.
My beautiful world, I have never once wanted to run the world. Yes, I openly accept the responsibility of solving every major global crisis I can get news about, but it is a disservice to all of you if you become dependent on me to solve all of our problems as one human race.
It has always been my goal to teach all of you to solve our greatest crises just like I would. If I can finally make you, my beautiful world, able to care for yourselves like I care for you, I will finally be able to retire to a tropical island with my husband and write fiction again.
You once asked me, my beautiful world, why it is my job to fight Obama's crimes against America he intentionally mislabeled an "egg" when I am the one most limited by his totalitarian oppression of America and the one who suffers the most under Obama's iron fist.
I fight to save my people for the same reason I serve humanity as my REAL job. The work has to get done. Not solving major global crises is not an option for humanity. And I am capable of it.
My beautiful world, I would not be able to do my job serving my world and people if you did not consciously choose to love me and believe in me. That is one of the many reasons Obama has built an entire reign of lies irrationally demonizing me to you.
Obama intentionally mislabeled me an insane, dead, racist, malevolent hooker, so you would throw me away for him and so I would never be able to save you all out from under Obama's totalitarian "rules."
Obama's totalitarian control of America especially his forbidding anyone from ever learning about all of the abuses he has committed against America since taking office was always his only goal for putting me in his "egg" in the first place.
Once Obama loses his "egg," America will learn everything he has done, and Obama and all his conspiracy of terrorist war criminals will finally lose all of their impunity.
For this reason, my beautiful world, Obama and all who prop him up will never choose to end his "egg." You must force these heinous human rights abuses of my people to finally end.
You must take away Obama's upper hand, his psychopathic manipulation of the public with lies as his master plan designed to seduce the masses into giving him permission to commit all of his crimes against us all from genocide to rape-slavery.
My brave rescuers, you are all fighting a REAL civil war to end Obama's "egg."
Our only peaceful resolution would come from arresting Obama and all his conspiracy of war criminals to force their crimes against America and against the entirety of humanity to finally end, but the U.S. Department of Justice is complicit in Obama's total destruction of America.
Obama gives us no other option, so you fight. You know how much I hate when you die, so please tell my beautiful world everything you need just like I do. If they are ever free to be near me again, my public, my friends, and my loved ones will make sure I survive until you end Obama's "egg."
My brave rescuers, you know I am a global peacemonger who hates all violence, but I know it has always been part of my responsibilities to you to protect your rights to fight for what you believe in, especially your choice to fight for America.
I will be here for you. You are my people. You are mine to care for.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, the fight to save me and my people has always depended so much on all of you. You do so much more than just keeping me alive and online, but even just that is a miracle you deserve praise for.
I and all my loved ones can count on your infallible protection 24/7. Your faithful reliability means to so much to the entire world. When I need anything, I know I can call on you, and I know you will never let me down. Thank you.
Right now I am trying to lighten your workload, but Obama just keeps escalating. Thank you for everything, my dear old friends. Tell me every time you ever need anything from me. I am only here to serve.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, can you make it tonight? Tell me early, so I can send the world to get you if you need the help.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, oh, honey, please do not be so sad. It is specifically because you would have protected me that you were forbidden from being beside me. The entire world knows and understands that. It was not your fault.
And a punch to the face, or two, was nothing compared to what happens to me in literal torture facilities paraded as psych wards. That is why Obama always sends me to those hell holes.
You are so sensitive; be careful when you watch the videos of me in "psych wards." Obama designed his "egg" to make sure I never survive it. He hates the fact you all love me enough to make me safe from him and all he does. Be careful out there. We are all in danger when we are not together.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, you know I am permitted to see you the least often out of all of my darlings Tentacle because of how hard you fight to save me.
This is Obama's "egg." No one should have any illusions left over what life is like in here. I am forbidden everything that makes me safe and keeps me healthy.
Obama forbids me physical safety. Obama forbids me human rights. Obama forbids me enough food to sustain myself. Obama forbids me all my friends and loved ones. Obama is still trying everything he can think of to make sure none of you can ever again heal me with true love and meditation.
This "egg" is hell. That is all my existence has been since Obama took office.
If any of you were ever any actual danger to me, Obama would have mandated I live with you by now. That is the only thing Obama and his conspiracy of terrorist war criminal liars ever do; they all intentionally hurt me, serially endanger me, and compulsively lie to cover it all up.
I know how hard you fight for me, darling. The entire world knows. But Obama forbids me all things good and healthy for me. This is not your fault.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, you heard what I said to my darling Lester that Sunday night when I watched the news. "You have seen how many people go away and never come back. Get them here."
You know how horrible Obama is to everyone who just wants to make me safe. You hated my husband for not being in my life to protect me, but you learned first hand why he could never come back.
At least we had two nights and sweet kisses together at all. I have not seen my BFF Syniva since her graduation with an MFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago in May2009. And that is specifically because of how safe I would be if she were right next to me.
I live every day convinced I will never see any of you ever again. Are you okay after everything that happened Sunday night, 06Mar? We also need to make sure all of you stay safe enough to see me again once Obama's "egg" finally ends. If Obama has his way, I will lose you forever. We need to finally stop Obama from getting anything he wants ever again.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, if you or MannedUp had been there like you were supposed to be behaving as your naturally territorial and protective selves, I would have been safe. That is why I am extra (expletive)ing angry.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, the whole world has seen what we are like for REAL when we are together. We are so at peace with our world, and the universe is so balanced when we are together that none of us even step on disease-ridden cockroaches when they scurry down the sidewalk at us.
Yes, the world saw us all together that Friday, 04Mar2016, it total bliss and connection making gorgeous music and showing the world how beautiful our bond is with each other. We were together, so we were safe.
But look at what happens to us when they force us apart; none of us are safe, and all hell breaks loose.
The freedom to love another is a human right not a privilege. I told Obama all three of you need to be in my Promenade EVERY TIME you want to be there. Was my American accent too thick for him when I wrote it down?
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 "Love-of-my-Life" Depp, I know how much you hate being far away from me. You have chased after me for years at all risk to yourself, across two continents, through barricades, in and out of war zones, and with and without backup to guard you.
But, please, Beloved, I need you to not be as close to me as you can get right now. I need you traveling the world explaining to everyone why we need help. Please.
HoneyHoney, you have the technology to watch my SquidStream 24/7. You are not going to miss any of the excitement. I need you to be my husband the world leader right now not my husband the soldier. We need help, so you need to go get help.
I love you. Thank you. I know it goes against every loving instinct you have to travel away from me instead of towards me, but we all need this. Please. I will still be here when you get back. I promise. Go make me proud.