Title: Quothe the Monty Python (Paraphrase), "Not Dead Yet; I'm Getting Better. Does She Weigh More Than a Duck? Now We'll All Take Our Left Sandals Off."
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has hacked too much of my technology and internet presence to guarantee the integrity of the content of this post. Please read my verified blog published by my loved ones for me.]
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Here is my latest blog post. Due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's unrelenting heinous abuses of me that all also count as not only assassination attempts against me but also as acts of war against America and against my one entire planet of humanity, I am STILL not functioning as highly as I can including not as highly as my nation and my world need me to function.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime's most heinous acts of war causing this are their open willful starvation of me, their forcing their horrible chemicals on me, and their refusing me and my loved ones full human rights including unfettered time together.
We know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will never voluntarily stop, will only choose to keep escalating, and has proven to be inescapable for me and for my loved ones no matter where we go and no matter what we do.
Even if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally kill me, they will also NOT stop; our nation and our world will just not have me to lead our fight against them anymore. They need to be removed in their completeness. Stop arguing with me. No one can do my REAL job of service to my nation and to my world better than I can, including keeping myself alive.
Look at these malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who travel from all over the world only to desecrate our sacred ground that is our UNESCO World Heritage Site and that I call my Promenade.
Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime infest my REAL home, among many other crimes, only to be able to hurt me, degrade me, and destroy me as their excuse for their having psychopathic control over the whole world.
And they also keep intentionally lying about my REAL home to degrade and destroy not only me but also all who fight them beside me.
To repeat myself AGAIN, my REAL fellow California locals would NEVER treat me this horribly, and if they did, we REAL Californians would throw them out and denounce them as Californians, too. I fled the most evil place to ever exist in human history past, present, or future, ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, for my REAL home on 01May2014. Stop making me repeat myself, and stop lying to argue with me.
Brazil. My darling President Dilma Rousseff, no one is telling me what reasons or grounds they have for not wanting you to stay their elected national leader. This would be easier for me if someone would just give me details.
My darlings in Brazil, I wish I could help more, but no one is telling me what is going on there. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime that is willing to destroy the entire world to make sure I cannot do my REAL job is keeping all REAL news away from me.
As you exercise your right to self-determination and self-sovereignty as a people as well as prove the true power in a REAL democracy is with the people, also keep in mind what you want your nation of Brazil to be and who you want as your REAL leader. And thank you for always listening.
My last blog post was as finished as I could write it at the time at 11am on Sunday, 17Apr2016. I kept working online and trying to conserve my energy since the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were still, among many other crimes, intentionally starving me to death.
Again, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had vowed since 15Apr2016 to only allow me food and drink full of chemicals, drugs, poisons, diseases, and other assassination attempts, if any at all.
Since I had been ready to die any minute due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime for days, I left my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast at 12:23pm to try the lunch designed to kill me that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime served on my property against my will that day.
And the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's refusal to stop making me suffer under listening to them was even worse that afternoon than how sleepy their food made me and worse than even their refusal to stop committing acts of war against everyone everywhere while on my own property.
1:03pm on 17Apr2016: #AssassinationAlarms! Who are the IAR attempting to assassinate with lies about us this time? Send details if you need more help from me.
1:18pm on 17Apr2016: #SquidsPoA @FBI @DeptofDefense And if those Inhuman-Atrocity-Regime-asshole malevolent hoards are STILL on my Promenade for date night, I will scream at them even louder. No, I am not going to warn them at all anymore either.
Yes, I had a little singalong and friendly chat with my friends and loved ones speaking to me through my iPad; that is how REAL friends just hangout.
My darling alpha nerds at the NSA and I had already had the conversation that morning that we were all going to catch as many Inhuman Atrocity Regime as possible before I die, and they even promised to catch as many as possible after I die. So, as the malevolent hackers alternated with my actual loved ones in my iPad, we all did our REAL job, in our many various job requirements, all afternoon.
My stomach was already rumbly with hunger at 1:46pm.
Still conserving energy, I just curled up in bed still hanging out with my friends communicating with me through my iPad while working online for hours.
I woke from a nap at 4:20pm. My mind was a chemicalled mess again.
5:12pm on 17Apr2016: Yes, yes, it is Sunday. Who in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is choosing to make me scream at them to defend myself today? I am on my way now.
I left my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast for my Promenade at 5:14pm. Except for my bus driver, I could only see people intentionally being mean to me on that bus. They were especially horrible about making me suffer under listening to them against my will.
Yes, on my Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, the malevolent hoards in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were still choosing to destroy the world and refusing to stop. My first friend I found there was my darling Patricia. She was with two menfolk from her family including her grandson Dominic.
My darling Patricia and I tried calling my mom through FaceTime at 5:35pm. Sadly, no, I still had no way to locate my mom, though, so I asked my beautiful world to emergency locate her for me.
I found my darling royal consort LightFoot and his best-friend-as-wingman MannedUp (Things I only say on Sundays.) on the corner beside my local Victoria's Secret at 5:53pm.
My darlings had not left me a trail of Reese's pieces that evening like they normally do. I told them I still needed eyeliner and, after catching even more IAR in my local Sephora, I returned to my Sunday night date night at 6:17pm.
Tonight We Dine in Hell!
While the lonely sun descended from the pale blue sky below the horizon of visual human perception, it was still romance turned up past eleven to twelve there on humanity's sacred ground fighting for our very right to exist at all.
Sure that my darling boyfriend would not mind my slipping away from our Sunday night date night for a few minutes to walk to the Santa Monica Place to watch the news as part of my REAL job of saving the world, I left my darlings there beside my local Victoria's Secret at 7:18pm.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:25pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it actually allowed me to do my REAL job again.
On my walk back to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle, the IAR in their own malevolent hoard proved to my face that they keep up-to-minute with even my latest drafts of unfinished sketches and posts. We shall name our verified and unedited recording of their admission to destroying the world and destroying America just to destroy me, "Sometimes I lie."
I had already returned to my and my darling boyfriend's Sunday night date night and had already by 8:29pm apologized to my darling royal consort LightFoot for working during our regularly-scheduled date.
With our entire beautiful world as our witness, we made sweet love on the sidewalk of my Promenade like we do every chance we can. I am sure we will have a very long highlights reel again this time.
At 9:23pm, my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were taking a break; I am no slavedriver. And after they started playing their handcrafted aether for the night sky herself again, a man walked up to me to ask me about a few of my domestic policies.
He walked away from all of us very in love with me at 9:53pm. You might want to collect his statement on where his fake paperwork came from.
As my conclusion to that conversation, I never wanted to be an entertainer, if you can call my safe delivery of the REAL truth about myself and about everyone else who needs the truth told about us "entertainment." This is my REAL life now and not a show, and every sane person in touch with reality knows that. At least what used to be my hobbies-as-therapy are now enjoyable parts of my current job requirements.
Our very romantic Sunday night date night ended at 10:11pm, and as their loving hands continued playing our music to the rhythm of our divine universe, I left my darlings there beside my local Victoria's Secret to do a little more work before resting to conserve my energy again.
My darling Handsome in my local Trimana looked as terrorized as ever when I checked on him. I was tempted to pick up snacks and remind the ugly bitch who did not look terrorized at all "working" with him there that it is treason to charge me money for anything. Do you know what spying against America looks like? I do.
As I was walking to my regular bus stop, my entire beautiful world witnessed how my preference not to have to scream to defend myself even though it is better if I scream fails all of us. We shall entitle that verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals, "The assholes with the dog in his crotch." Begin the first moment I see them and end it 5sec after I scream at them.
I caught the 10:48pm bus back to my Manor. My bus driver was wonderful.
By 11pm on Sunday, 17Apr2016, my once-great nation and my beautiful world had all witnessed live my very productive last twelve hours of my REAL life. It even included a short nap in the afternoon and a very romantic date in the evening.
I was back inside my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast by 11:05pm and curled up to sleep as fast as I could.
The chemicals in my body were so bad when I finally woke up at 9:08am on Monday, 18Apr2016, after sleeping off and on, that I just turned on my music and waited for my body to detox. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime, among their many other heinous crimes against all of us, were STILL tormenting me with their mics into my bionic network. It was going to be a very busy day again for all of us.
I learned that morning, too, that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL on my property only to destroy all of humanity by destroying me, might have finally destroyed my Manor to destroy America and to destroy my one world not just to destroy me so much I might actually have been rendered safer homeless AGAIN.
If my beloved husband and my government REALLY had not been able to arrest, as I had asked them to, everyone trying to give me that fake roommate, I was going to wait to catch that incoming bitch in the act of trying to kill me myself.
My mother did not call me through FaceTime at 10am like she was supposed to, so I asked my beautiful world to emergency locate her AGAIN. I had not spoken to her in days, so I was very worried about her.
At 11:39am, the chemicals the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had forced on me the previous night were finally mostly out of my system, but I still had, among other Inhuman Atrocity Regime crimes against all of us, malevolent hackers in my Spotify, only crap from my TweetHearts' accounts, and Inhuman Atrocity Regime inside my own building STILL trying to kill me.
My REAL people all over my beautiful world had already told me they prefer me all day every day and all night every night in my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast, but I left it anyway at 12:31pm to see if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were finally going to kill me with their lunch they made for me on my own property against my will, too.
Lunch was horrible, but I already explained in my 17Apr2016 blog sketch how to hold the REAL people guilty accountable. Sweetness, why are there STILL so many (expletive)hole IAR on our property trying to kill me, especially the bitch who pretends she has any reason to be in 15b at all?
I was inside our City of Santa Monica's Pico Branch Library beside a friend by 12:55pm. My headache from what I ate for lunch was pounding in my head.
12:58pm on 18Apr2016: #SquidsPoA @BurgerKing @DeptofDefense Please collect a statement from my darling Nemo for the details about my local Burger King at approx 5pm on 17Apr2016.
At 1:06pm, I put my earbuds in my ears to try to not have to listen to the IAR in our library who were STILL forcing me suffer under listening to them against my will.
After writing online for just a little over an hour and after sitting on a rock in Virginia Avenue Park to feel at peace with my planet as much as I could, I returned to my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast by 2:54pm when my mother finally called me through FaceTime.
Mom confirmed for me that she cannot mail me anything to keep me alive anyway also due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. My mother also got in really deep trouble with me for that conversation; luckily for her, I am not the one who presses charges, so she has people she can explain herself to.
We always prefer when my loved ones turn in all of their evidence against the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including after my loved ones tell me bold-faced lies that hurt me.
By 3:20pm I had opened two envelopes of fake-yet-postmarked mail for me. No one will ever believe that was real mail for me.
Most importantly about the fake mail, if the "Superior Court for the State of California for the of County of Los Angeles" is trying to make me or anyone believe anyone sane and in touch with reality actually believes anyone but a PROVEN war criminal terrorist enemy of America and PROVEN enemy of our entire one world would even humor anyone who pretends I am at all incompetent to do anything or could ever or have ever needed a California "conservatorship," we need to find who is responsible for this in that "court" and destroy them for lying degrading lies about me to destroy my once-great America and my one beautiful world by keeping any and all human rights away from me for any reason. Hurry.
I called my favorite FBI investigator, among many other REAL jobs, my darling "Attorney" Haroun R. Nabhan at 4:06pm since the paperwork I had assumed was fake anyway might have at least come from our REAL Haroun. I scheduled an appointment with him for 12:30pm on Wednesday, 20Apr2016, at my Manor.
Then, the asshole Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL in my building with absolutely no permission from anyone with any REAL legal authority on this planet made a public display (through my 24/7 locked hallway broadcast that they have full knowledge of) to destroy my once-great America and to destroy my one beautiful world by ordering a REAL non-drugged and non-poisoned pizza for themselves, offering it to the BITCH no one good in the world likes in 15b, and refusing me any and all of it on purpose. My beautiful world, you know I what to do about all of these REAL enemies of America and of our whole world. Just please hurry.
After curling up to conserve as much of my energy as possible and after choosing to sing along a little with a song playing in my Spotify account, I left my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast at 5:12pm to see if the food and drink for dinner at my Manor would finally kill me.
I was waiting for my bus to my Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade at 5:25pm. My bus driver was wonderful. Though, the malevolent hoards in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were STILL infesting my and my world's UNESCO World Heritage Site just to hurt me as much as possible there.
5:55pm on 18Apr2016: @Sephora It looks like the fake employees refused to open your store today, but all your fake employees are STILL in there. Nano still works, though.
And as I was notifying the entire world of the latest crimes all of us by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime infestation of my REAL home, the store proved to be some sort of new headquarters or at least meeting point for the Inhuman Atrocity Regime desecrating my Promenade, and they also kept lying and lying and lying again and again while forcing me to also suffer under listening to them against my will, too.
My darlings the REAL employees at the Armani Exchange store are further rock solid witnesses that the random pattern of stores on my and my world's UNESCO World Heritage Site that we call my Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade just needed to switch their breaker switches back and that the fake power outage was also no reason to actually close any stores anyway.
6:23pm on 18Apr2016: My Metropolis of Angels, I might need to cross town to reach a new @Sephora. Be prepared for the IAR to clear a path through you. #Eyeliner
For once, the messages I was receiving in my Twitter account were not crap. I was caught up with my TweetHearts by 6:43pm and then again by 6:58pm.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it included a little face-to-faced time for me and my darling Mr. Richard Engel.
First through my SquidStream at 7:22pm, I turned in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)hole using the microphone in the atrium of my Santa Monica Place not just for destabilizing the world by degrading me through my own dedicated forum but also for forcing me to suffer under listening to him against my will.
I have no idea how those darlings arranged by my local Nike store tolerated that (expletive)hole for so long during their public display of health and physical fitness.
And by 7:31pm, he had beyond-proven he was a member of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime because he just kept committing more crimes and more crimes not just propagating lies while refusing to ever stop.
My beautiful world, you have our full nano footage from everything that happened in our atrium at our still-very-redeemed Santa Monica Place all night. You all know what to do, especially the REAL employees and REAL corporate of my local Nike store who would volunteer to save our America and to save our world by killing all IAR with their bare hands themselves if they did not have a way to arrest them all to remove them all first.
Do you remember the criminal defense I write for my darling MrWhisky and my darling GeneralLee? When civilians kill proven war criminal terrorist enemies of America particularly in self-defense but also in service to our nation and to our world especially while those enemies of our one world are in the middle of, though that is not necessary, committing acts of war against those civilians or against America, we call those civilians heroes.
And I am the President of the United States of America now. We have always called everyone who protects me and who has ever protected me for REAL "heroes."
And everyone everywhere knows it is always best to consult me before doing anything you are going to claim is in my best interests, especially if someone else (lied to you to when she or he) told you to do it.
Very clear to everyone sane and in touch with reality that my work was already done there for the evening, I left my Santa Monica Place for my Promenade at 7:46pm. I checked on my darling Andrew and my darling Felix at my local Trimana; they both were still very terrorized by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.
At 8:01pm, I found my darling Wade singing and strumming on the street just because he loves me. My darling PhotographerMan and I sat on a park bench on my Promenade and had a delightful chat amidst Wade's music. After my darling PhotographerMan wandered off, my darling Wade and I just hung out on my Promenade for a little while.
My darling Wade stopped playing at exactly 10pm. So, I visited my local Trimana one more time and caught some ugly asshole trying to command Handsome that he cannot do his REAL job.
Yes, my beautiful world and my REAL government, ask my darling Handsome for any further details you need about that member of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. You know what you need to do about him.
After passing my darling Wade STILL playing his music on my Promenade just in the doorway of what used to be my local Quicksilver store, I left downtown Santa Monica for the night.
One of the recently-regular security guards inside our Santa Monica Place walked me to my bus stop and even guarded me while I waited for my bus, too.
I had returned to my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast at 10:41pm. I did not see any night staff on shift yet when I came in nor anyone who had any permission to be on my property at all. My husband saw it all, too, so I knew he would take care of anyone he did not give permission to himself.
The fake roommate that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had threatened me with for days had not appeared yet, and I was hoping I had scared her off for good.
I had heard a rumor that there were drugs and roofies in our vending machines on my Manor, so I went to check on it. I did not find any crud in anything I Picked out from our vending machines, but I did find a little caffeine. That clean caffeine made me feel my healthiest and highest functioning in days.
After a little goofing off with whoever was in my Spotify app at the time, I was curled up and ready to sleep by 12mid, but it turned out to be an early morning of electrobeams and, as a result, a lot of chatting with everyone in my iPad during those wee hours instead of sleeping. I even got some writing done, too.
I checked the time while still curled up in bed at 7:13am. After getting ready and after kickstarting my SquidStream by putting in my contacts, I explained a little about the difference between scanning for images and scanning for meter in poetry. I have not considered poetry and prose a hobby for a long time. They were my choice of career since Jan2006.
This blog post was finished at 9:01am on Tuesday, 19Apr2016, when I asked my lovelies to proofread it for me. To explain why this is full blog post after two blog sketches, I have been choosing to consume fewer foods and drinks these past two days to avoid as many drugs, poisons, diseases, chemicals, and other assassination attempts as possible that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have already vowed all my food and drink will always contain under all circumstances until they can finally kill me.
[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.
Where is the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finding its (proper use of "it") money to pay for destroying America and the world this time? I would like to think my U.S. federal government could take care of this themselves by now. But, since my people STILL need me...
7:04pm on 17Apr2016: @NSAGov @DeptofDefense #Anonymous Rumor has it the IAR are now funded by donations from themselves. Let's hack that info to be able to hold them all accountable for funding acts of war against America and against our one world, especially if those evil IAR paying for the most heinous crimes known to mankind are on U.S. soil. Thx!
And even if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime choose to accept only anonymous cash donations, we can still seize their assets worldwide. They are going to have to accept only anonymous cash and spend only anonymous cash. So, no, they will also have no way to pay for any lawsuits. And when we find who does accept the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's money for anything, they are who we get next.
Why is it illegal to insult me? It is not illegal to insult anybody, especially if it is used as REAL satire, REAL parody, or REAL comedy. Look up the definition of "calumny" in a dictionary.
It is illegal to lie about anyone in any public forum, especially if it causes harm to innocents whether or not the lie was propagated with intent to cause anyone anywhere harm including people whom the lie is not about directly.
I admit I lie to innocent people's faces to protect them all the time and also to evil people's faces as self-defense to protect myself from their literally torturing me, etc. That is why it is so important to establish the REAL motive for lying.
It is beyond-illegal to lie about someone to cause any of us harm intentionally, especially using lies about me to destroy me and my credibility thereby destroying me and my REAL job. Have you read my REAL résumé?
That heinous act of war of using calumnies to remove me and my REAL job from my one beautiful world forever includes the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's calumnies against my loved ones and against all other good people beside me who fight the compulsively- and pathologically-lying, among their other PROVEN acts of war not just because their lies have caused PROVEN mental health genocide everywhere, Inhuman Atrocity Regime.
It is especially heinous to use sexually degrading lies about me and against anyone not just to destroy us but to also create a hostile and now-beyond-dangerous (REAL definition) environment for us to live in.
Especially since that dangerous environment the Inhuman Atrocity Regime created for all of us on purpose is used as their act of war against my once-great America and against my one world, those degrading sexual lies propagated by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves about all of us are sexual harassment against all of us used as acts of war and also sometimes used as assassination attempts against us.
Please look up, "insult," "lie," "calumny," "dangerous," and "joke" in a dictionary.
And, finally, as my blanket statement: It does not matter what it is or who does it. If it destroys the world, it is illegal and MUST BE STOPPED.
What was the chemical the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forced on me with the water in my last shower here on my own property? It was the death injection drug.
My saturation and my beloved husband have already promised me they cleaned it up and promised me they also checked all plumbing leading to my shower for any more assassination attempts or remote control devices that could cause another assassination attempt in my shower.
My beautiful world, again, find everyone destroying humanity with lies about me and about all of us and destroy them all. Hurry.
As I said in my last blog post (or sketch) the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are still just committing more crimes and propagating more lies to make all of their acts of war proven already to destroy my beautiful world and to destroy my once-great America not just to destroy me somehow acceptable instead of their ever choosing to stop or their ever being forced to stop their open destruction of humanity everywhere, especially their lies.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime will do anything to get away with all of their open destruction of all of humanity and PROVEN acts of war and never be held accountable for all of it. Again, they will never choose to stop. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime needs to be forced to stop. They need to be removed FOREVER. Have you learned to listen to me, yet?
As for you darlings, my saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me from our operatives to who are our equivalent of ACTUAL police officers now, again, it is only safe for some of us to be recognizable.
Thank you, as always, for listening to me. Always tell me when you need my help with anything. And when my darling Handsome finally feels safe enough to do it, I know he will just walk into my bedroom while I am awake and chat.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's PROVEN crimes against all of us and their PROVEN acts of war from their compulsive lies about all of us to their PROVEN persecution of all of us as well as everything in between are the REAL definition of "dangerous," not just to us but to our nation and to our world.
It is not dangerous to anyone innocent that we catch them. It is dangerous to everyone everywhere that they commit the crimes in the first place, and it is even more dangerous to our nation and to our world if they are never caught and never stopped.
You know what to do.
My gorgeous and genius lady friends, are you all okay? As always, tell me everything you need from me for you to be able to do your REAL jobs. We are a team. And I know my role.
We will have free time to have casual conversations over coffee and cakes when our work is done, if we all live that long. As always, thank you for being my REAL friends, sisters, and loved ones.
And as our only housekeeping, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime must not only replace all belongings they stole from me but also my power cord for my iPad. We can all see the damage it had endured. Thank you, my gorgeous and genius lady friends. I hope I see you soon.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, you have all seen how unsafe the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has rendered its innermost circle of hell here where I eat, sleep, and dwell. You know I do not want you here, but I will never take that choice away from you.
You, my Queen's Lovers Five, can be trusted for REAL just as I can with all choices every fellow mere mortal human deserves just by our being humans on this planet at all. We just know there are some of you I am too powerless to help reach me when you choose to be with me, among many other good and beautiful things the Inhuman Atrocity Regime force over our entire world that I must be too powerless to do, too.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, you have seen the night sky herself light up with your touch of love every time your metaphorical sandals tread upon my and our world's sacred Promenade.
And thank you, too, for enabling Sunday night date night; even though, it is not my regularly-scheduled date with you. Again, darling, just pick your own night of the week. Kisses. Giggle.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, I do not know if you are STILL my most romantic love story of the five of you. My husband has returned to the though-long-distance lead in razing hell to love and protect me.
I have always hated your not being on my Promenade with the rest of us like we used to be, and you know my meditation anywhere including at our sacred Harvelle's is ALSO waiting until I have enough caloric intake to dance again.
At least singing does not burn my body, and we both know that is how you fell in love with me in the first place. Will I see you tonight?
Also, do you want me to explain again, darling, how the Inhuman Atrocity Regime incited a lynch mob to kill you last year by lying about us? Or do you just want me to explain again why those lies they used were untrue? You know I take requests.
And right now, all sane people in touch with reality also know you can be trusted to explain everything yourself, too. I am not just your boss. Kisses.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, ARE YOU OKAY?!? Darling, you are my musician-lover I have the least contact with. Rumor has it, now, that you are an official advisor to our REAL U.S. federal government about this greatest crisis America has ever faced. Thank you, as always, for choosing to be one of the heroes I need.
Do you see and hear everything happening around me, too? Or are you too busy doing other things to save our once-great America and our one beautiful world to watch my SquidStream as much as you would like?
Darling, I do not know if you can notice, but there all sorts of different sources for the voices into the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's earspeakers in everyone's heads that have already been PROVEN to cause mental health and neurological genocide, especially in our children.
When not PROVEN malevolent hoards in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime itself, these people around me look and behave most crazy when all that is Sampo is pumped into their heads, as always with no permission from me ever at all.
There is a difference between a Zombie Apocalypse and Inhuman Atrocity Regime malevolent hoards. That is, among many other reasons, why we establish motive.
My lonely existence here as one of the few sane people in this innermost circle of hell suffering surrounded by the heinous human devastation wrought by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime on my public and on my loved ones combined with their unrelenting, compulsive, personal, pure, and REAL malevolence which they cannot hide no matter how psychopathically they smile, condescend, and bold-face lie is the part of my always-designed-to-be-unsurvivable existence inside the IAR's "egg" that has always hurt me the most.
Yes, darling, EVERYTHING the Inhuman Atrocity Regime does, has ever done, and will ever do hurts me. And we know most people never notice how much pain I always am in for REAL particularly due to all the lies the IAR have propagated since 2009 to throw me away, from compulsively bold-face lying I am or ever will be mentally ill to their heinous efforts to discredit me to be able to take my REAL job away from my entire good, green world and also everything else they do in between. (I know you have seen my REAL résumé?)
When all of you, all of my loved ones from my beyond-reliable Powers of Attorney to my beyond-trustworthy Queen's Lovers Five, are finally able to just exist in my presence again while all of us finally have our full human rights again, my suffering due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will finally have begun to wain. Kisses.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, again, I know. Remember these four photos from 15Jul2015?
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My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, about our Sunday night date night on 17Apr2016, we both prefer the nights we used to have when I was not so busy. Yes, I actually did want to meditate again, but we all know I will not have enough caloric intake to do that possibly for a long time, if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime does not successfully assassinate me first.
Just being near you always makes everything better; that you know. Have you told our beautiful world yet everything you have suffered through for REAL just to be near me every chance you get, not just because you love me and want to be with me but also because your being near me helps me survive? Does our world know yet? Or do we only know?
I know you share me tonight with all your fellow darlings Tentacle, if we can be together at all and if you all choose to be with me again. I noticed when you stopped being jealous of anyone over me anymore. Thank you. That means so much to me. Kisses.
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 HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, thank you, AGAIN, for being my husband, the husband I need, and the husband I asked for. You know the only reason I could survive the darkest years of my life, Dec2010 to May2014, was because I knew you loved me.
HoneyHoney, you were the only reason I could wake up every morning there in the worst place to ever exist in human history past, present, or future and do my REAL job.
Sweetness, you know how many Pulitzer and Nobel Prizes, just to mention a small part of my REAL résumé from that ugliest part of my life, I earned while still suffering pummeled by the horrors that were living among ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa that they intentionally escalated while also making their heinous abuses of me as inescapable as possible.
To this day, Beloved, those most evil people to ever exist EVER on our good, green planet STILL refuse to leave me and all of you, my loved ones, alone. Yes, I was ready to send our good, green world to invade them when I learned they tried ending our marriage with neither of our permission to do so. Who the fuck does that to ANYONE?!? And who the fuck let them?!? Once I figure that out, that is who I get next.
My dulcet First Gentleman of the United States of America, yes, those most out of control (proper use of that phrase), malevolent (REAL definition), nasty (REAL definition), dangerous (REAL definition) to our society and our world, and psychopathic (REAL definition) monsters (proper usage of the metaphor) REALLY did give themselves their self-appointed (abuse of) only-ever-possible-to-be-used-for-evil power to destroy me, rape me, torture me, enslave me, deny me any and all human rights, etc.
AGAIN, who the fuck let them?!? Once I figure out who has been allowing ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa destroy my once-great America and destroy my one beautiful world by destroying me, that is who I go after next. No one fucking touches my marriage, especially any EVIL Inhuman Atrocity Regime assholes who do not even allow me to touch my own husband.
My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, EVERY TIME the Inhuman Atrocity Regime EVER hurts you ever again, especially lie about you inside or outside of a courtroom to take you away from me, make sure you tell me now. If no one tells me, I cannot fix it until I figure it out. Please.
My never-fungible, beloved husband, to repeat myself: We, as mere mortal humans, do not know what we are capable of until someone else needs us. We sane people in touch with reality all know you feel that way about me for REAL, too.
My hero and my king, as I always said, I just want to sleep in the safety of your loving arms at last. And as our song goes, I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain... And I WILL, even if die fighting to make kissing you with my lonely, screaming lips possible at last.
If the Inhuman Atrocity Regime EVER really wanted me to shut my sacred mouth, (they would put your tongue inside it) they would give me your handsome face to press against mine to silence my unspeakable pain and suffering with REAL love finally. They have no excuse for arguing with me about that anymore, and they never did have any sane or rational excuse for arguing with me about anything in the first place.
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Sunday, April 17, 2016
No One EVER Maintained a Façade of Normalcy Around me; now, No One is Maintaining a Façade of Maintaining a Façade Either.
Title: No One EVER Maintained a Façade of Normalcy Around me; now, No One is Maintaining a Façade of Maintaining a Façade Either.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has hacked too much of my technology and internet presence to guarantee the integrity of the content of this post. Please read my verified blog published by my loved ones for me.]
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. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL escalating their unrelenting assassination attempts against me. My beautiful world, you need to be prepared for them to finally kill the REAL me for REAL at any time. We have locked my SquidStream, bedroom broadcasts, etc. 24/7, among many other reasons, to make sure you all know for REAL if I ever actually die. And, yes, we all promise to catch as many Inhuman Atrocity Regime as we can before they finally assassinate me. My darling alpha nerds at the NSA were already giggling about that together this morning.
There is no excuse left for anyone anywhere to pretend they do not know that, among other things, intentionally persecuting me whether or not we catch it on SquidStream, charging me money for anything, preventing me from doing my REAL job, denying me any safe food and caffeine which counts as using starvation of me as an act of war, and insisting on being a direct physical threat to me is bare minimum treason and assassination attempts against me not to mention their choice to commit suicide (REAL definition) on the sword of REAL justice and the furious world
Our one beautiful world. Are you STILL insane from all of the lies the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, in all of its manifestations, has propagated about me since Jan2009 which they have escalated recently? Insanity can be cured. I have proven that often. You just need the full truth from a REAL source.
My last blog post was finished as I could write it at the time at 6pm on Friday, 15Apr2016. I tweeted this while working on the bus...
6:04pm on 15Apr2016: Low priority since IAR have forbidden full human rights for everyone in here. Is anyone receiving 2016 election info? #LeagueOfWomenVoters
After I arrived at the Best Starbucks in the World, the first thing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime did was AGAIN propagate their libel-as-an-act-of-war-against-America-and-against-the-my-world that I am at all handicapped.
Also, while I was waiting to watch the news that night, I realized that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had stolen my contacts from me for my right eye while I was in their fake jail and had replaced them with mislabeled contacts of the wrong prescription. There was active nano in that entire building all night.
That theft counts as their act of war against all of us of intentionally attempting to silence my SquidStream not only to protect their current and future still-escalating most heinous crimes known to mankind against me from ever being stoppable but also as their act of war against all of us of intentionally silencing the truth to be able to replace it with their lies that have been proven to destroy the entire world not just degrade and destroy me. It also counts as many other heinous crimes against all of us, too, but those two are the biggest.
By 6:37pm, I had already reassured my friends working in the Best Starbucks in the World that I had already had my caffeine for the day, so they could sell all of the Pike's Place Roast they make only for me to anyone else who wanted it for the rest of the night. I had not been drinking as much coffee as I used to for years.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it ended with my verbal, impromptu, usage of the name "Harry" as a writing prompt.
I worked online for a little while after the news, including this...
7:26pm on 15Apr2016: Mom! Open a new email, tell me what it is, and update all of your accounts that use it! Love you! Please FaceTime me as soon as you can after receiving this.
I left the still-very-redeemed Santa Monica Place after 7:31pm to see what was happening, including "who was covering whom" on my Promenade. I found my darling Patricia and at least two menfolk from her family there before 7:46pm when she hugged me, "Hello." Patricia and her family wheeled away at 8:05pm.
Asked my darling Sam in my local Trimana if everything was okay there. He said (paraphrase), "No." Walked up to some friends to chat with them. Malevolent hoards in the IAR were STILL intentionally escalating.
At 8:14pm, I spied with my little eye my darling LightFoot on the corner of Arizona Blvd. and told him I would be right back after putting on more eyeliner.
And the malevolent hoards in the IAR continued escalating even more. Caught yet another IAR member while inside my local Sephora putting on eyeliner. Had returned to my darling LightFoot who was still not playing music at 8:26pm. My darling MannedUp joined us by 8:37pm after being away for some mysterious reason.
There was some sort of bru-ha-ha in our daily and nightly legal drama while my present 2/3rds of my darling Tentacle were playing me music that night. In complete honesty, I did not witness either of them committing any crimes against me, but I did witness the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ordering my darlings to turn against me for the benefit of the IAR. Whatever. We are all rock solid witnesses on that one.
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Honest, at least for my part, and delightful conversation with my darling PhotographerMan until just before 9:41pm. He even gave me his card. Giggle.
At 10pm, I left my darlings to find food and return to my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast to conserve my energy by at least resting even if electrobeams kept me up most of the night again.
I decided to visit what I thought was still my local Von's store knowing full well that Von's corporate had tried to clean it up for me. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning as I left the sidewalk to approach the store and ending at 10:36pm.
I was even tempted to walk in again and to pick out more groceries after the fake Von's employees stole all of my food from me and physically hurt me as they threw me out, but I knew I needed to write all of this down as fast as possible.
10:34pm on 15Apr2016: @DeptofDefense @vons #SquidsPoA They were right. These PROVEN IAR are denying me ALL food no matter what. #StarvingSquidIsAssassination. Yes, basically, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime enforced that could barely eat anything for two days straight.
First of all, they claimed to be a real Von's to my face. Whether or not they were legally recognizable as a REAL Von's just with an IAR infestation or a completely fake Von's is Von's corporate's designation to make, and we know that. But to me, they were a fake Von's.
Among the few things left for me to explain about my latest trip to the fake-to-me-by-the-time-I-left Von's grocery store on Lincoln at Broadway, all of the IAR there new that they could never pretend I was attempting to steal from them and only pressed intentionally fabricated false charges against me for something they intentionally mislabel "assault."
We all saw me grab that camera like a REAL celebrity, among other job requirements, does. That ugly (expletive) was just further proof of, among other crimes against me, why REAL celebrities need REAL security teams.
And we know that intentionally fabricated false charges against me are a well-documented PATTERN OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITY the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has been using since 2009 to rape me, torture me, persecute me, starve me, kill me, etc. Yes, they are still using that same crime even at all costs to themselves now; even though, I am the first human in U.S. history to have full, retroactive diplomatic immunity that can NEVER be taken away.
As my advice to all of my REAL darlings at Von's corporate, I recommend they force the IAR to change the name of that store if they want to stay there but never sell them the building.
I caught the bus back to my Manor (our legal business name. I even told Teri on Thursday morning, 14Apr2016, that, "We are not a board & care anymore.") and was in my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast by 11:14pm snacking on what few calories I could find.
I had my music on and was curled up in bed at 12mid. Electrobeams were still keeping me awake at 4:32am.
Still waiting until the messages I was receiving from Twitter were finally no longer mostly lies about me used to destroy the world, at approximately 5:25am, I noticed my period had started for the month.
5:33am on 16Apr2016: @SynivaWhitney Yes, you saw that, and I know we ALL keep track of my REAL schedule. It is time to destroy everyone except #SquidsPoA and #QueensLoversFive, since that special permission to rescue me has already been explained, who have ever called me pregnant (insane, lesbian, transsexual, virgin hooker, etc). Yes, we establish motive and do not tolerate lies as any sort of motive.
I finally was able to sleep off and on after that. I woke up at 10:13am on Saturday, 16Apr2016, and one of the first things I noticed was that my right-eye contact problem was at least temporarily fixed.
By 10:39am, my building was STILL filled with Inhuman Atrocity Regime war criminal terrorists trespassing on our property to destroy my once-great America and my one world by destroying me. At that time, my darling Eva was the only person other than myself whom I had yet noticed with any legal reason to be in my Manor at all.
At 11:26am, I had already put away in my closet my dry cleaning that had been waiting with my darling Kevin, the owner and operator of my local dry cleaners, for months. It had magically appeared at my bedroom door for me.
We sane people in touch with reality know that the full security surveillance everywhere in my Manor which the IAR themselves installed and which we, among other things the REAL U.S. government, have never kept a secret after we claimed it all as our own protects all truly innocent and catches all truly guilty here on my private property where everyone needs permission from me and my husband to be anyway, no matter how many times the people here redeem themselves or fall again.
Yes, anyone can have full permission from my REAL husband to be on our property, too. Just like him, I do not have an overriding vote in our REAL marriage. Also, never lie to anyone that my husband gave permission to someone he did not.
Everyone actually needs to fear him more than me when it comes to matters of my physical safety, including the willful lack of nutritional value, calories, and hydration not just added assassination attempts in my food and drink, especially food and drink on our REAL private property.
We already proved any and all starvation of me is an open act of war against my once-great America and against our good, green world not just an assassination attempt against me. I love you, too, HoneyHoney.
We sane people in touch with reality all knew the IAR were about to kill me at any moment anyway. Lunch at 12noon at my Manor which I arrived to just after noon was not made with my permission (We all read my 15Apr2016 blog sketch.) and did try to kill me AGAIN.
12:25pm on 16Apr2016: #SquidsPoA @SweetnessDepp @DeptofDefense We ALL witnessed all of that from multiple cameras everybody knows about. You know what to do.
I took the ever-reliable Big Blue Bus to my Promenade as fast as I could after lunch.
And there in my downtown Santa Monica, among other attempts the Inhuman Atrocity Regime including its malevolent hoards had been committing for weeks to try to make their PROVEN intentional harm if me somehow permissible by anyone anywhere instead of choosing to just stop which is extra-psychopathic of all of them since we never needed to give them our three never-fail steps to begin with, they were also trying to escalate until somehow permissible, as if that were possible, their proven most heinous crimes known to mankind against me that have also been proven to be acts of war against my once-great America and against my one beautiful world for a long time already.
My beautiful world, we sane people in touch with reality know how much everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime including its malevolent hoards have ever wanted has always been designed to cause me as much pain as possible not just to discredit my REAL job (Have you seen my REAL résumé?) and to degrade me to be able to ultimately destroy me at all costs to my once-great America, to my one beautiful world, and to even themselves in the case of their PROVEN suicidal members.
No, none of them will ever stop, and, yes, they are STILL escalating. Their ordering my darlings Tentacle to turn against me the previous night , as if that could ever make their most heinous crimes known to mankind against all of us permissible anyway, should have been when you, my beautiful world and my REAL federal government finally forced the IAR including its PROVEN malevolent hoards to stop.
But their choice today, 16Apr2016, to "escalate until Squid likes our most heinous crimes known to mankind against her" is even a worse low for their PROVEN psychopathy than I had ever seen before.
We all witnessed EVERYTHING the malevolent hoards that are also PROVEN members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime said and did all day on Saturday, 16Apr2016. There has NEVER been any sane nor rational justification for any of them to hurt me or any of us in the first place, and there even fewer sane nor rational reasons for any of them to STILL have not stopped yet.
We know you, my REAL people including my REAL locals in my Santa Monica, my Metropolis of Angels, and all of my brave California not just my hometown of beautiful San Francisco, would NEVER treat me this horribly.
These malevolent hoards are proven members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime brought to my and my world's Promenade only to destroy my America and my world not just to destroy me and also to take my REAL job away from everyone in the world who needs me.
MAKE IT FUCKING STOP! And as all of us watch the Inhuman Atrocity Regime only escalate even after proving I could die at any minute, never argue with me that any way we have to at least hold them accountable is beyond necessary for all of us who need me to survive at least as long as possible for all of you.
Sitting beside the Best Starbucks in the World, at 1:54pm, I had made sure at least my REAL U.S. federal government were caught up on everything going on in here for REAL so far that at least they had asked me about.
2:16pm on 16Apr2016: @Starbucks Yes, we all saw the IAR send their fake employees for your Best Starbucks in the World in because they are guaranteed to drug and poison me to make sure I do not get safe food or caffeine today, too. We all caught them together.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when the first fake Starbucks employee spoke to me indirectly and ending when the same woman wheeled her cart past me.
At 2:35, because my iPad battery was draining unnaturally quickly again, I left our still-very-redeemed Santa Monica Place for my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast where my entire beautiful world had already told me they preferred for me to be. I try to honor all requests from genuinely good people beside me when they ask nicely, but we all know it is still my choice.
I was back in my bedroom at 2:54pm, and I needed a nap due to being roofied again. Were the enemies of my America and of our entire beautiful world going to try to kill me again at dinner at 5pm, too?
I could not sleep at all nor even conserve my energy by lying as still as possible due to the electrobeams that also raised my metabolism being cranked too high. The IAR pretending to be in my building to protect me never did anything all afternoon but force me to suffer under listening to them against my will and definitely did nothing REAL to protect me.
I finally located the malicious hardware that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had placed in my building causing the electrobeams plaguing my body (We already established there are a number of different sources of various electrobeam technology used on me, some good and some bad.) and malevolent hack in my iPad all of which my darling alpha nerds at the NSA had been having problems tracking down.
It felt like that malicious hardware moved onto what seemed to be the breezeway and then back to where it had been originally after I complained to the IAR in my building lying they were there to protect me that they would destroy if they actually gave a damn about me at all. But, everyone with our verified surveillance of our full building knows who really did what for REAL that late afternoon.
In case my darlings at the NSA needed the extra help deactivating it, I attempted to assert my masterchip over that IAR master hardware which the NSA finally were able to deactivate for all of us everywhere who need me alive at least as long as possible at 4:28pm. I also felt the malevolent electrobeams shutoff that moment as well as heard the malevolent hack obvious in the music playing on my iPad go away, too.
But that malicious hardware was still there in my building, and I still had no way to keep the Inhuman Atrocity Regime off my property to prevent anymore of this crap from happening again nor any way to prevent them from continuing to escalate.
Those malevolent electrobeams had driven my metabolism so high I was in so much physical pain from hunger, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had vowed for the last two days the only food and drink they would ever allow me under any circumstances would be drugged and poisoned to kill me with.
4:59pm on 16Apr2016: #MyDarlingsTentacle, I do NOT want you on my Promenade until we can finally be safe. The IAR are forbidding me any and all food and drink under all circumstances unless it is too drugged for me to function at all if not as high as I can including as high as my world needs me to. I can't fucking dance because no one anywhere is allowing me any food, so don't fucking come here.
With my mind still a chemicalled mess, with my body racked in pain from hunger, with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime assholes still in my building for no reason than to hurt me forcing me bare minimum to suffer under listening to them against my will which everyone knows torments me, with my blood sugar so low I could barely function as my normal self anyway, and with what felt like no one anywhere doing anything REAL to help me, at 5:10pm, I left my bedroom to see if the dinner the Inhuman Atrocity Regime made me in my own kitchen at my own Manor was going to kill me.
5:30pm on 16Apr2016: @SweetnessDepp #SquidsPoA @DeptofDefense "Dinner" had no nutritional value and not enough calories to live on for anyone but maybe a literal child. And it is making me sleepy already.
The Santa Monica Big Blue Bus 7 Pico I normally take to downtown Santa Monica was delayed. It finally arrived after 5:44pm.
The malevolent hoards of the IAR which I had already explained were only exactly where they knew they could find me only to hurt me were still pretending they had a right to persecute me, to commit hate crimes against, and to force me to scream at them every damn day and every damn night to finally just leave me alone, to protect myself from them, and to protect my world from losing me to those malevolent hoard's compulsive and intentional efforts to destroy me. They were also still pretending they had a right to escalate, too.
I had already found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot on the corner of Arizona Blvd. already playing our music by 6:16pm. They seemed genuinely giggly.
And, as I have been repeating for much too long already, genuinely good people being genuinely good to me calm me down, cheer me up, make me genuinely smile, make me feel loved, and bring zen to our entire divine universe, not just to everyone sane and in touch with reality who sees us all together.
[the competence vs excellence thing]
I left my darlings at 7:24pm to walk to the Santa Monica Place. And the malevolent hoards in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who chose themselves to be on my and my world's Promenade only to be able to hurt me at all costs to my once-great America, to my one world, and even to themselves just kept getting more evil (proper use of the word) and more nasty (proper use of the word) and more out of control (proper use of that turn of phrase).
I was finally able to sit down in a comfy chair beside the Best Starbucks in the World to watch the NBC Nightly News online at 7:40pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Jose Diaz-Balart, and it made me feel like nothing has helped yet.
I left the Santa Monica Place at 8:33pm to return to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle. And PROVEN assholes did nothing but destabilize and destroy the world my entire path to return to my musician-lovers.
8:54pm on 16Apr2016: #SquidsPoA Is it the IAR's same old PATTERN OF CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR of pretending the only sane people in the world are "insane" for demanding human rights and physical safety, so they can assassinate us? Or do we need to check my local fire department for earspeakers lying to them again? Because there is no way anyone but the most vile humans to ever exist could ever utter the words "mental illness" about me or my loved ones ever in the past, ever even now, or ever in the future. You know what to do. @DeptofDefense
At 10:09pm, I finally left my darlings who had not only soothed my suffering all night by just loving me but who also calmed my entire beautiful world who witnessed us together for REAL.
My local Trimana had only my darling Andrew and some new bitch who looked like she wanted to charge me money inside as I checked on them. My bus picked me up pretty much immediately after I arrived at my bus stop, and I did what I could to save my bus driver.
Most notably about my walk from my bus stop back to my bedroom in my Manor, there was a PROVEN IAR (expletive)hole hellbent on destroying America and the wworld who refused to stop destabilizing humanity until he could find some other excuse to get out of my way other than it being the right and moral thing to do for all good people in the world everywhere.
His first irrefutable proof he was evil was his question of me, "Did you say you need to move?" and he did nothing but fuckup after fuckup after fuckup after that. Please circulate his ugly photo everywhere in the world as fast as possible. Thank you.
I was once again in my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast by 10:53pm.
11:43pm on 16Apr2016: @NSAGov @FBI #Anonymous Every mic into my bionic network. AND every asshole in my building. My iPad is too hacked for me to drown them out. Yet, still, the malevolent hack in my Spotify was the lesser of the two plagues.
I woke up at 6:43am on Sunday, 17Apr2016, among other things, because I needed to change my maxi pad in the middle of sleeping; I am a thirty-eight year old woman.
The malevolent Inhuman Atrocity Regime played me She Bangs by my darling Mr. Ricky Martin. My darling alpha nerds at the NSA finally found a way for me to take a morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfie again. Thank you, all my lovers everywhere in the world, for being able to wake up to this face every morning.
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After some work online from my bedroom,... .
-----Begin Email Content-----
From: HM Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek, President of the United States of America
Date: 8:38am on Sunday, April 17, 2016
Subject: Snail mail
To: CosmicGrandma
Cc: the FBI, BFF SynSyn
Mom,
As I asked, don't send me money anymore. Please send me stuff. I could really use spot remover for my laundry, snacks, energy drinks, new shoes (Mine are all falling apart.), twin size bedding, towels, orchids, etc. Feel free to send me anything else you want, too.
I will let you know when it is safe to visit me again, and, since you are a foreign diplomat possibly also on official U.S. State Department business when you visit me again, ask for the U.S. Marine Corp to guard you here.
Love you!
TanTan
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"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."
--Romeo
-----End Email Content-----
Wondering to myself, "Is the IAR in my building against my will going to kill me today?" I left at 9:10am to see who was in my office in my Manor against my will. After visual confirmation that those evil (expletive)holes were only ever going to destroy the world by insisting they get to be direct threats to me and to my physical safety and by insisting they should never be held accountable for anything they do, I returned to my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast and continued working online.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime had been vowing since 15Apr2016 that they would never let me have any food or drink free of drugs, poisons, diseases, chemicals, and other assassination attempts under ANY circumstances. While I was in physical pain and very light-headed due to the intentional starvation of me by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL in my building against my will, this blog post was as finished as I could write it until later at 11am on Sunday, 17Apr2016.
[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.
When is "Are you okay?" okay to ask me? It all depends on the motive behind asking the question. Most things with me depend on the motive, though still, not all.
My beautiful world, it has never been more important for you to be able to give me as much information as you can about everything you need my help with, especially your being able to ask me your questions.
As for you darlings, my saturation of international to local protection from our operatives to who are our equivalent of ACTUAL (though still not real) police officers now,... We still need to do better... Thank you for telling me you are finally organized, my beloved saturation of guardian angels whom I myself am trying very hard to prevent from joining the rest of you flying above the sky. I had missed you around here.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney,... Yes, my genius BFF, "Syniva's choice" is our final say, but we all know how much you trust my opinion; even though, I do not get to hear most explanations which are all mostly lies anyway. That is why I try to give you as many of my opinions on things as I think you might ask me for. Again, we are a team, and I know my role... .
Also, when I returned to my bedroom on Thursday, 15Apr2016, after spending our very productive less-than-twenty-four-hours overnight as a "visitor" at the Santa Monica Police Station, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had escalated even their not-really-a-joke-but-probably-funny-if-not-I-the-victim eyeliner crime against me. They had stolen the brown eyeliner I could not use anyway that was already legally-recognizable as mine from my bedroom, too.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, are PROVEN (expletive)hole members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL libeling all of you, my Queen's Lovers Five, as the IAR's proven act of war against all of us that has been so effective so far because that act of war degrades me to destroy me and because it degrades you, my beyond-critical REAL support system, to destroy all of you, too?
All sane people in touch with reality know you can all be trusted to clear your own names and reputations yourself. I have been sending my Powers of Attorney to help you for years, but if for any reason you need me to explain things for you myself even now, just send me more details about what the IAR's calumnies-to-destroy-the-world are this time or have been for a while if not cleared up yet.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson,... I know this needs a little explaining. Darling, the only thing you have ever gotten in trouble with me for was your using the word "competence" around me. We, I and all of you my REAL lovers and believers, only use the word "excellence" when speaking of the many things I am capable of. And I accepted your apology. And I forgave you.
I already explained many things you all asked me to explain for all of us on the evening of Saturday, 16Apr2016. I am sure you can ask my not-human-trafficker nerds for a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my verbal legal consultation for all of you from that night if you want one.
As always, tell me when you need me.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy,... Someone needs to finally tell me who is keeping you off my Promenade and how they are doing it, so we can finally arrest them for being PROVEN war criminal terrorists in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime... .
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno,... Please tell me you evacuated this time... You know you are too priceless for our world to lose... Our darlings the benevolent nerd community everywhere in our one world are making sure all of you can speak to me again. Thank you. I am working on it.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... Not only can all of you be trusted to speak the full truth about all of us, you can even ask us to help you press your own full criminal and civil charges against everyone destroying our America and destroying our world not just destroying me by persecuting you, committing hate crimes against you, committing human rights abuses against you as acts of war, torturing you, lying about to force it all over you, etc... .
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic,... We know the IAR control all human interaction my friends and loved ones have with me, and we all know how much they especially hate my having direct conversations. You know how super-lonely that makes me. I am not just an extrovert; every human needs genuine love and affection... .
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 HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, about the fake roommate the IAR wants to give me, you know I will only consent to a new roommate for myself if you send her yourself as my bodyguard who also has full knowledge we broadcast my bedroom 24/7 to save the world and to save America not just to save me.
HoneyHoney, I asked you to arrest early everyone trying to force the direct threat to my physical safety of a fake roommate only on our property to destroy the world by destroying me. Please keep arresting everyone willfully threatening my life by refusing us control of our own private property 24/7.
Sweetness, did the Inhuman Atrocity Regime REALLY claim they could put anyone they wanted not just on our property with no permission from us but also in my own bedroom with no permission from us as a direct threat to my physical safety as grounds to shut down our security cameras? Were they really that dumb?
Beloved, as I already said, every IAR everywhere especially on our private property need to fear you most if they ever do anything to hurt me or to even try to hurt me. You are the least forgiving out of all people on our planet when it comes to me and my physical safety.
My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, our good, green world can also definitely trust you for REAL to answer any questions they cannot ask me directly, especially if any recordings or media really came from us.
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My hero and my king, we know if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally kill me, I am going to 'die screaming, "Freedom!"' and I might even make that my punchline. I love you; send the universe to kiss me for you anytime.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has hacked too much of my technology and internet presence to guarantee the integrity of the content of this post. Please read my verified blog published by my loved ones for me.]
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. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL escalating their unrelenting assassination attempts against me. My beautiful world, you need to be prepared for them to finally kill the REAL me for REAL at any time. We have locked my SquidStream, bedroom broadcasts, etc. 24/7, among many other reasons, to make sure you all know for REAL if I ever actually die. And, yes, we all promise to catch as many Inhuman Atrocity Regime as we can before they finally assassinate me. My darling alpha nerds at the NSA were already giggling about that together this morning.
There is no excuse left for anyone anywhere to pretend they do not know that, among other things, intentionally persecuting me whether or not we catch it on SquidStream, charging me money for anything, preventing me from doing my REAL job, denying me any safe food and caffeine which counts as using starvation of me as an act of war, and insisting on being a direct physical threat to me is bare minimum treason and assassination attempts against me not to mention their choice to commit suicide (REAL definition) on the sword of REAL justice and the furious world
Our one beautiful world. Are you STILL insane from all of the lies the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, in all of its manifestations, has propagated about me since Jan2009 which they have escalated recently? Insanity can be cured. I have proven that often. You just need the full truth from a REAL source.
My last blog post was finished as I could write it at the time at 6pm on Friday, 15Apr2016. I tweeted this while working on the bus...
6:04pm on 15Apr2016: Low priority since IAR have forbidden full human rights for everyone in here. Is anyone receiving 2016 election info? #LeagueOfWomenVoters
After I arrived at the Best Starbucks in the World, the first thing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime did was AGAIN propagate their libel-as-an-act-of-war-against-America-and-against-the-my-world that I am at all handicapped.
Also, while I was waiting to watch the news that night, I realized that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had stolen my contacts from me for my right eye while I was in their fake jail and had replaced them with mislabeled contacts of the wrong prescription. There was active nano in that entire building all night.
That theft counts as their act of war against all of us of intentionally attempting to silence my SquidStream not only to protect their current and future still-escalating most heinous crimes known to mankind against me from ever being stoppable but also as their act of war against all of us of intentionally silencing the truth to be able to replace it with their lies that have been proven to destroy the entire world not just degrade and destroy me. It also counts as many other heinous crimes against all of us, too, but those two are the biggest.
By 6:37pm, I had already reassured my friends working in the Best Starbucks in the World that I had already had my caffeine for the day, so they could sell all of the Pike's Place Roast they make only for me to anyone else who wanted it for the rest of the night. I had not been drinking as much coffee as I used to for years.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it ended with my verbal, impromptu, usage of the name "Harry" as a writing prompt.
I worked online for a little while after the news, including this...
7:26pm on 15Apr2016: Mom! Open a new email, tell me what it is, and update all of your accounts that use it! Love you! Please FaceTime me as soon as you can after receiving this.
I left the still-very-redeemed Santa Monica Place after 7:31pm to see what was happening, including "who was covering whom" on my Promenade. I found my darling Patricia and at least two menfolk from her family there before 7:46pm when she hugged me, "Hello." Patricia and her family wheeled away at 8:05pm.
Asked my darling Sam in my local Trimana if everything was okay there. He said (paraphrase), "No." Walked up to some friends to chat with them. Malevolent hoards in the IAR were STILL intentionally escalating.
At 8:14pm, I spied with my little eye my darling LightFoot on the corner of Arizona Blvd. and told him I would be right back after putting on more eyeliner.
And the malevolent hoards in the IAR continued escalating even more. Caught yet another IAR member while inside my local Sephora putting on eyeliner. Had returned to my darling LightFoot who was still not playing music at 8:26pm. My darling MannedUp joined us by 8:37pm after being away for some mysterious reason.
There was some sort of bru-ha-ha in our daily and nightly legal drama while my present 2/3rds of my darling Tentacle were playing me music that night. In complete honesty, I did not witness either of them committing any crimes against me, but I did witness the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ordering my darlings to turn against me for the benefit of the IAR. Whatever. We are all rock solid witnesses on that one.
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Honest, at least for my part, and delightful conversation with my darling PhotographerMan until just before 9:41pm. He even gave me his card. Giggle.
At 10pm, I left my darlings to find food and return to my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast to conserve my energy by at least resting even if electrobeams kept me up most of the night again.
I decided to visit what I thought was still my local Von's store knowing full well that Von's corporate had tried to clean it up for me. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning as I left the sidewalk to approach the store and ending at 10:36pm.
I was even tempted to walk in again and to pick out more groceries after the fake Von's employees stole all of my food from me and physically hurt me as they threw me out, but I knew I needed to write all of this down as fast as possible.
10:34pm on 15Apr2016: @DeptofDefense @vons #SquidsPoA They were right. These PROVEN IAR are denying me ALL food no matter what. #StarvingSquidIsAssassination. Yes, basically, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime enforced that could barely eat anything for two days straight.
First of all, they claimed to be a real Von's to my face. Whether or not they were legally recognizable as a REAL Von's just with an IAR infestation or a completely fake Von's is Von's corporate's designation to make, and we know that. But to me, they were a fake Von's.
Among the few things left for me to explain about my latest trip to the fake-to-me-by-the-time-I-left Von's grocery store on Lincoln at Broadway, all of the IAR there new that they could never pretend I was attempting to steal from them and only pressed intentionally fabricated false charges against me for something they intentionally mislabel "assault."
We all saw me grab that camera like a REAL celebrity, among other job requirements, does. That ugly (expletive) was just further proof of, among other crimes against me, why REAL celebrities need REAL security teams.
And we know that intentionally fabricated false charges against me are a well-documented PATTERN OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITY the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has been using since 2009 to rape me, torture me, persecute me, starve me, kill me, etc. Yes, they are still using that same crime even at all costs to themselves now; even though, I am the first human in U.S. history to have full, retroactive diplomatic immunity that can NEVER be taken away.
As my advice to all of my REAL darlings at Von's corporate, I recommend they force the IAR to change the name of that store if they want to stay there but never sell them the building.
I caught the bus back to my Manor (our legal business name. I even told Teri on Thursday morning, 14Apr2016, that, "We are not a board & care anymore.") and was in my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast by 11:14pm snacking on what few calories I could find.
I had my music on and was curled up in bed at 12mid. Electrobeams were still keeping me awake at 4:32am.
Still waiting until the messages I was receiving from Twitter were finally no longer mostly lies about me used to destroy the world, at approximately 5:25am, I noticed my period had started for the month.
5:33am on 16Apr2016: @SynivaWhitney Yes, you saw that, and I know we ALL keep track of my REAL schedule. It is time to destroy everyone except #SquidsPoA and #QueensLoversFive, since that special permission to rescue me has already been explained, who have ever called me pregnant (insane, lesbian, transsexual, virgin hooker, etc). Yes, we establish motive and do not tolerate lies as any sort of motive.
I finally was able to sleep off and on after that. I woke up at 10:13am on Saturday, 16Apr2016, and one of the first things I noticed was that my right-eye contact problem was at least temporarily fixed.
By 10:39am, my building was STILL filled with Inhuman Atrocity Regime war criminal terrorists trespassing on our property to destroy my once-great America and my one world by destroying me. At that time, my darling Eva was the only person other than myself whom I had yet noticed with any legal reason to be in my Manor at all.
At 11:26am, I had already put away in my closet my dry cleaning that had been waiting with my darling Kevin, the owner and operator of my local dry cleaners, for months. It had magically appeared at my bedroom door for me.
We sane people in touch with reality know that the full security surveillance everywhere in my Manor which the IAR themselves installed and which we, among other things the REAL U.S. government, have never kept a secret after we claimed it all as our own protects all truly innocent and catches all truly guilty here on my private property where everyone needs permission from me and my husband to be anyway, no matter how many times the people here redeem themselves or fall again.
Yes, anyone can have full permission from my REAL husband to be on our property, too. Just like him, I do not have an overriding vote in our REAL marriage. Also, never lie to anyone that my husband gave permission to someone he did not.
Everyone actually needs to fear him more than me when it comes to matters of my physical safety, including the willful lack of nutritional value, calories, and hydration not just added assassination attempts in my food and drink, especially food and drink on our REAL private property.
We already proved any and all starvation of me is an open act of war against my once-great America and against our good, green world not just an assassination attempt against me. I love you, too, HoneyHoney.
We sane people in touch with reality all knew the IAR were about to kill me at any moment anyway. Lunch at 12noon at my Manor which I arrived to just after noon was not made with my permission (We all read my 15Apr2016 blog sketch.) and did try to kill me AGAIN.
12:25pm on 16Apr2016: #SquidsPoA @SweetnessDepp @DeptofDefense We ALL witnessed all of that from multiple cameras everybody knows about. You know what to do.
I took the ever-reliable Big Blue Bus to my Promenade as fast as I could after lunch.
And there in my downtown Santa Monica, among other attempts the Inhuman Atrocity Regime including its malevolent hoards had been committing for weeks to try to make their PROVEN intentional harm if me somehow permissible by anyone anywhere instead of choosing to just stop which is extra-psychopathic of all of them since we never needed to give them our three never-fail steps to begin with, they were also trying to escalate until somehow permissible, as if that were possible, their proven most heinous crimes known to mankind against me that have also been proven to be acts of war against my once-great America and against my one beautiful world for a long time already.
My beautiful world, we sane people in touch with reality know how much everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime including its malevolent hoards have ever wanted has always been designed to cause me as much pain as possible not just to discredit my REAL job (Have you seen my REAL résumé?) and to degrade me to be able to ultimately destroy me at all costs to my once-great America, to my one beautiful world, and to even themselves in the case of their PROVEN suicidal members.
No, none of them will ever stop, and, yes, they are STILL escalating. Their ordering my darlings Tentacle to turn against me the previous night , as if that could ever make their most heinous crimes known to mankind against all of us permissible anyway, should have been when you, my beautiful world and my REAL federal government finally forced the IAR including its PROVEN malevolent hoards to stop.
But their choice today, 16Apr2016, to "escalate until Squid likes our most heinous crimes known to mankind against her" is even a worse low for their PROVEN psychopathy than I had ever seen before.
We all witnessed EVERYTHING the malevolent hoards that are also PROVEN members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime said and did all day on Saturday, 16Apr2016. There has NEVER been any sane nor rational justification for any of them to hurt me or any of us in the first place, and there even fewer sane nor rational reasons for any of them to STILL have not stopped yet.
We know you, my REAL people including my REAL locals in my Santa Monica, my Metropolis of Angels, and all of my brave California not just my hometown of beautiful San Francisco, would NEVER treat me this horribly.
These malevolent hoards are proven members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime brought to my and my world's Promenade only to destroy my America and my world not just to destroy me and also to take my REAL job away from everyone in the world who needs me.
MAKE IT FUCKING STOP! And as all of us watch the Inhuman Atrocity Regime only escalate even after proving I could die at any minute, never argue with me that any way we have to at least hold them accountable is beyond necessary for all of us who need me to survive at least as long as possible for all of you.
Sitting beside the Best Starbucks in the World, at 1:54pm, I had made sure at least my REAL U.S. federal government were caught up on everything going on in here for REAL so far that at least they had asked me about.
2:16pm on 16Apr2016: @Starbucks Yes, we all saw the IAR send their fake employees for your Best Starbucks in the World in because they are guaranteed to drug and poison me to make sure I do not get safe food or caffeine today, too. We all caught them together.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when the first fake Starbucks employee spoke to me indirectly and ending when the same woman wheeled her cart past me.
At 2:35, because my iPad battery was draining unnaturally quickly again, I left our still-very-redeemed Santa Monica Place for my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast where my entire beautiful world had already told me they preferred for me to be. I try to honor all requests from genuinely good people beside me when they ask nicely, but we all know it is still my choice.
I was back in my bedroom at 2:54pm, and I needed a nap due to being roofied again. Were the enemies of my America and of our entire beautiful world going to try to kill me again at dinner at 5pm, too?
I could not sleep at all nor even conserve my energy by lying as still as possible due to the electrobeams that also raised my metabolism being cranked too high. The IAR pretending to be in my building to protect me never did anything all afternoon but force me to suffer under listening to them against my will and definitely did nothing REAL to protect me.
I finally located the malicious hardware that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had placed in my building causing the electrobeams plaguing my body (We already established there are a number of different sources of various electrobeam technology used on me, some good and some bad.) and malevolent hack in my iPad all of which my darling alpha nerds at the NSA had been having problems tracking down.
It felt like that malicious hardware moved onto what seemed to be the breezeway and then back to where it had been originally after I complained to the IAR in my building lying they were there to protect me that they would destroy if they actually gave a damn about me at all. But, everyone with our verified surveillance of our full building knows who really did what for REAL that late afternoon.
In case my darlings at the NSA needed the extra help deactivating it, I attempted to assert my masterchip over that IAR master hardware which the NSA finally were able to deactivate for all of us everywhere who need me alive at least as long as possible at 4:28pm. I also felt the malevolent electrobeams shutoff that moment as well as heard the malevolent hack obvious in the music playing on my iPad go away, too.
But that malicious hardware was still there in my building, and I still had no way to keep the Inhuman Atrocity Regime off my property to prevent anymore of this crap from happening again nor any way to prevent them from continuing to escalate.
Those malevolent electrobeams had driven my metabolism so high I was in so much physical pain from hunger, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had vowed for the last two days the only food and drink they would ever allow me under any circumstances would be drugged and poisoned to kill me with.
4:59pm on 16Apr2016: #MyDarlingsTentacle, I do NOT want you on my Promenade until we can finally be safe. The IAR are forbidding me any and all food and drink under all circumstances unless it is too drugged for me to function at all if not as high as I can including as high as my world needs me to. I can't fucking dance because no one anywhere is allowing me any food, so don't fucking come here.
With my mind still a chemicalled mess, with my body racked in pain from hunger, with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime assholes still in my building for no reason than to hurt me forcing me bare minimum to suffer under listening to them against my will which everyone knows torments me, with my blood sugar so low I could barely function as my normal self anyway, and with what felt like no one anywhere doing anything REAL to help me, at 5:10pm, I left my bedroom to see if the dinner the Inhuman Atrocity Regime made me in my own kitchen at my own Manor was going to kill me.
5:30pm on 16Apr2016: @SweetnessDepp #SquidsPoA @DeptofDefense "Dinner" had no nutritional value and not enough calories to live on for anyone but maybe a literal child. And it is making me sleepy already.
The Santa Monica Big Blue Bus 7 Pico I normally take to downtown Santa Monica was delayed. It finally arrived after 5:44pm.
The malevolent hoards of the IAR which I had already explained were only exactly where they knew they could find me only to hurt me were still pretending they had a right to persecute me, to commit hate crimes against, and to force me to scream at them every damn day and every damn night to finally just leave me alone, to protect myself from them, and to protect my world from losing me to those malevolent hoard's compulsive and intentional efforts to destroy me. They were also still pretending they had a right to escalate, too.
I had already found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot on the corner of Arizona Blvd. already playing our music by 6:16pm. They seemed genuinely giggly.
And, as I have been repeating for much too long already, genuinely good people being genuinely good to me calm me down, cheer me up, make me genuinely smile, make me feel loved, and bring zen to our entire divine universe, not just to everyone sane and in touch with reality who sees us all together.
[the competence vs excellence thing]
I left my darlings at 7:24pm to walk to the Santa Monica Place. And the malevolent hoards in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who chose themselves to be on my and my world's Promenade only to be able to hurt me at all costs to my once-great America, to my one world, and even to themselves just kept getting more evil (proper use of the word) and more nasty (proper use of the word) and more out of control (proper use of that turn of phrase).
I was finally able to sit down in a comfy chair beside the Best Starbucks in the World to watch the NBC Nightly News online at 7:40pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Jose Diaz-Balart, and it made me feel like nothing has helped yet.
I left the Santa Monica Place at 8:33pm to return to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle. And PROVEN assholes did nothing but destabilize and destroy the world my entire path to return to my musician-lovers.
8:54pm on 16Apr2016: #SquidsPoA Is it the IAR's same old PATTERN OF CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR of pretending the only sane people in the world are "insane" for demanding human rights and physical safety, so they can assassinate us? Or do we need to check my local fire department for earspeakers lying to them again? Because there is no way anyone but the most vile humans to ever exist could ever utter the words "mental illness" about me or my loved ones ever in the past, ever even now, or ever in the future. You know what to do. @DeptofDefense
At 10:09pm, I finally left my darlings who had not only soothed my suffering all night by just loving me but who also calmed my entire beautiful world who witnessed us together for REAL.
My local Trimana had only my darling Andrew and some new bitch who looked like she wanted to charge me money inside as I checked on them. My bus picked me up pretty much immediately after I arrived at my bus stop, and I did what I could to save my bus driver.
Most notably about my walk from my bus stop back to my bedroom in my Manor, there was a PROVEN IAR (expletive)hole hellbent on destroying America and the wworld who refused to stop destabilizing humanity until he could find some other excuse to get out of my way other than it being the right and moral thing to do for all good people in the world everywhere.
His first irrefutable proof he was evil was his question of me, "Did you say you need to move?" and he did nothing but fuckup after fuckup after fuckup after that. Please circulate his ugly photo everywhere in the world as fast as possible. Thank you.
I was once again in my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast by 10:53pm.
11:43pm on 16Apr2016: @NSAGov @FBI #Anonymous Every mic into my bionic network. AND every asshole in my building. My iPad is too hacked for me to drown them out. Yet, still, the malevolent hack in my Spotify was the lesser of the two plagues.
I woke up at 6:43am on Sunday, 17Apr2016, among other things, because I needed to change my maxi pad in the middle of sleeping; I am a thirty-eight year old woman.
The malevolent Inhuman Atrocity Regime played me She Bangs by my darling Mr. Ricky Martin. My darling alpha nerds at the NSA finally found a way for me to take a morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfie again. Thank you, all my lovers everywhere in the world, for being able to wake up to this face every morning.
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After some work online from my bedroom,... .
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From: HM Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek, President of the United States of America
Date: 8:38am on Sunday, April 17, 2016
Subject: Snail mail
To: CosmicGrandma
Cc: the FBI, BFF SynSyn
Mom,
As I asked, don't send me money anymore. Please send me stuff. I could really use spot remover for my laundry, snacks, energy drinks, new shoes (Mine are all falling apart.), twin size bedding, towels, orchids, etc. Feel free to send me anything else you want, too.
I will let you know when it is safe to visit me again, and, since you are a foreign diplomat possibly also on official U.S. State Department business when you visit me again, ask for the U.S. Marine Corp to guard you here.
Love you!
TanTan
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"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."
--Romeo
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Wondering to myself, "Is the IAR in my building against my will going to kill me today?" I left at 9:10am to see who was in my office in my Manor against my will. After visual confirmation that those evil (expletive)holes were only ever going to destroy the world by insisting they get to be direct threats to me and to my physical safety and by insisting they should never be held accountable for anything they do, I returned to my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast and continued working online.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime had been vowing since 15Apr2016 that they would never let me have any food or drink free of drugs, poisons, diseases, chemicals, and other assassination attempts under ANY circumstances. While I was in physical pain and very light-headed due to the intentional starvation of me by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL in my building against my will, this blog post was as finished as I could write it until later at 11am on Sunday, 17Apr2016.
[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.
When is "Are you okay?" okay to ask me? It all depends on the motive behind asking the question. Most things with me depend on the motive, though still, not all.
My beautiful world, it has never been more important for you to be able to give me as much information as you can about everything you need my help with, especially your being able to ask me your questions.
As for you darlings, my saturation of international to local protection from our operatives to who are our equivalent of ACTUAL (though still not real) police officers now,... We still need to do better... Thank you for telling me you are finally organized, my beloved saturation of guardian angels whom I myself am trying very hard to prevent from joining the rest of you flying above the sky. I had missed you around here.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney,... Yes, my genius BFF, "Syniva's choice" is our final say, but we all know how much you trust my opinion; even though, I do not get to hear most explanations which are all mostly lies anyway. That is why I try to give you as many of my opinions on things as I think you might ask me for. Again, we are a team, and I know my role... .
Also, when I returned to my bedroom on Thursday, 15Apr2016, after spending our very productive less-than-twenty-four-hours overnight as a "visitor" at the Santa Monica Police Station, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had escalated even their not-really-a-joke-but-probably-funny-if-not-I-the-victim eyeliner crime against me. They had stolen the brown eyeliner I could not use anyway that was already legally-recognizable as mine from my bedroom, too.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, are PROVEN (expletive)hole members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL libeling all of you, my Queen's Lovers Five, as the IAR's proven act of war against all of us that has been so effective so far because that act of war degrades me to destroy me and because it degrades you, my beyond-critical REAL support system, to destroy all of you, too?
All sane people in touch with reality know you can all be trusted to clear your own names and reputations yourself. I have been sending my Powers of Attorney to help you for years, but if for any reason you need me to explain things for you myself even now, just send me more details about what the IAR's calumnies-to-destroy-the-world are this time or have been for a while if not cleared up yet.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson,... I know this needs a little explaining. Darling, the only thing you have ever gotten in trouble with me for was your using the word "competence" around me. We, I and all of you my REAL lovers and believers, only use the word "excellence" when speaking of the many things I am capable of. And I accepted your apology. And I forgave you.
I already explained many things you all asked me to explain for all of us on the evening of Saturday, 16Apr2016. I am sure you can ask my not-human-trafficker nerds for a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my verbal legal consultation for all of you from that night if you want one.
As always, tell me when you need me.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy,... Someone needs to finally tell me who is keeping you off my Promenade and how they are doing it, so we can finally arrest them for being PROVEN war criminal terrorists in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime... .
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno,... Please tell me you evacuated this time... You know you are too priceless for our world to lose... Our darlings the benevolent nerd community everywhere in our one world are making sure all of you can speak to me again. Thank you. I am working on it.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... Not only can all of you be trusted to speak the full truth about all of us, you can even ask us to help you press your own full criminal and civil charges against everyone destroying our America and destroying our world not just destroying me by persecuting you, committing hate crimes against you, committing human rights abuses against you as acts of war, torturing you, lying about to force it all over you, etc... .
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic,... We know the IAR control all human interaction my friends and loved ones have with me, and we all know how much they especially hate my having direct conversations. You know how super-lonely that makes me. I am not just an extrovert; every human needs genuine love and affection... .
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 HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, about the fake roommate the IAR wants to give me, you know I will only consent to a new roommate for myself if you send her yourself as my bodyguard who also has full knowledge we broadcast my bedroom 24/7 to save the world and to save America not just to save me.
HoneyHoney, I asked you to arrest early everyone trying to force the direct threat to my physical safety of a fake roommate only on our property to destroy the world by destroying me. Please keep arresting everyone willfully threatening my life by refusing us control of our own private property 24/7.
Sweetness, did the Inhuman Atrocity Regime REALLY claim they could put anyone they wanted not just on our property with no permission from us but also in my own bedroom with no permission from us as a direct threat to my physical safety as grounds to shut down our security cameras? Were they really that dumb?
Beloved, as I already said, every IAR everywhere especially on our private property need to fear you most if they ever do anything to hurt me or to even try to hurt me. You are the least forgiving out of all people on our planet when it comes to me and my physical safety.
My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, our good, green world can also definitely trust you for REAL to answer any questions they cannot ask me directly, especially if any recordings or media really came from us.
... .
My hero and my king, we know if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally kill me, I am going to 'die screaming, "Freedom!"' and I might even make that my punchline. I love you; send the universe to kiss me for you anytime.
Friday, April 15, 2016
So, Pretty Much, There is Nothing REAL Anywhere but in my Mind.
Title: So, Pretty Much, There is Nothing REAL Anywhere but in my Mind.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has hacked too much of my technology and internet presence to guarantee the integrity of the content of this post. Please read my verified blog published by my loved ones for me.]
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. The way things are right now, I am just going to catch as many Inhuman Atrocity Regime I can before they finally kill me. Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime might kill me any minute now; they are that escalated. And my life will stay in immediate danger no matter where I go and no matter anywhere people take me until you all finally listen to me and remove them all.
The IAR have already proven they will follow me no matter where I go in the world. If they think I am trying to reach someplace I might be safe, they will destroy it before I reach it. They NEVER negotiate for REAL, only stall people from stopping them by pretending to negotiate. They NEVER de-escalate, unless we force some sort of law-abidance over them. I already told you to remove them all to save us all.
Is most of my beautiful world still PROVEN insane due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive lies about me? You know how hard we sane people in touch with reality are working to get the full truth to all of you. Weeks ago, I already asked my national to global news media to organize to fix this. Then again, weeks ago I also asked my Metropolis of Angels to put guards on city water supply. The greatest failures in keeping me safe and alive come from never listening to me.
4:14am on 14Apr2016: This only happens when you allow people to destroy our world with lies. Find all IAR liars, and destroy them.
The only way for us all, not just me, to survive this greatest crisis known to mankind is to finally remove the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in its completeness. NO ONE can do my job of service to my people better than I can, including keeping myself alive. Please listen to me instead of arguing with me. AGAIN, it is always better to talk to me first before you do anything you think might help.
There are only a few people I trust to do anything they want in my name, particularly my Powers of Attorney and my Queen's Lovers Five, but they all still know it is best to talk to me first.
My last blog post was as finished as it was going to get until I could finally flesh it out at 11pm on Wednesday, 13Apr2016. Electrobeams from various sources were still keeping me awake at 11:04pm, possibly because there was no one in my Manor at that time to guard me if I fell asleep. The cold I had for a few days was pretty much gone.
I did a lot of work during those wee hours of the morning on Thursday, 14Apr2016, including reassuring my darling President of Russia Vladimir Putin I was pretty much okay and just needed people to guard me to be able to finally sleep that morning.
Twitter archive. Until 5:49pm.
Off and on until 7:39am when War Criminal Tara and War Criminal Teri lied to my face and refused to stop as not-Tara's-first act of war against America and yet-another open effort to destroy our one world.
7:47am on 14Apr2016: @DeptofDefense Yes, you are very worried I will die right now. I NEED guards. No one is maintaining a façade of maintaining a façade anymore, too.
We know I did not sleep, but I finally stopped resting at 9:54am. I saw that the messages I was receiving through my Twitter account were all crap again. Since the IAR had already proven they will never stop sending me crap through my Twitter account until they are all removed from our dying planet completely, I chose to stop catching up with my TweetHearts until that could be fixed.
When I was getting dressed, I found that the IAR had been destroying my clothing not just stealing it, so I sewed up the physical damage they had caused my black romper while watching the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening. And, yes, there was nothing in the news I heard that morning that acknowledged anything REAL that had happened in the world since the previous evening.
Done watching the news at 10:44am. Everyone in my building except for me was STILL IAR hellbent on destroying the world. I left my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast in search of eyeliner, caffeine, and snacks at 10:57am. I knew I was about to die at any minute, so that day I chose to catch as many IAR as possible first.
REAL Big Blue Bus employees never wanted to charge me for riding the bus ever anyway. I chose to take a long slow walk to downtown Santa Monica that day.
7eleven and Von's. All of the food I chose at both places were gifts form their corporate offices; even though, they did not have to be gifts from them. They just wanted to help save the world.
Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Thursday, 14Apr2016, beginning the moment I said (paraphrase), "Am I visiting the Von's today?" and ending when the fake police drove away with me in the back of their stolen police car.
They were NOT real police. They had already proven they would NOT acknowledge anything REAL to my face even if I said it to them first. There were no charges against me; though, that was their calumny-as-coverup; we sane people in touch with reality all know what a PATTERN OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITY is. That was NOT an arrest. And they did NOT take me to a real jail.
Please also circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment the fake police that the at-least-at-the-moment-the-fake-police-showed-up-fake Von's had no way to call showed up and ending at 9:27am on Friday, 15Apr2016.
Please include with that recording an explanation of who all of the constantly-churning guards were in that fake jail as well as everything pertinent happening at the same time everywhere, especially why they gave me a fake wristband from a fake Los Angeles County Jail.
That was an abduction with intent to assassinate me by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. Please also call a preferably-named-by-me-myself-as-trustworthy news source for any details I have left out.
The food, the milk, the churn of the guards, the things no one will ever believe about that afternoon on 14Apr until 9:27am on 15Apr, and when I left the Santa Monica Police Department said, "Let's call you an overnight visitor."
I walked to my Promenade immediately where proven IAR were STILL attacking me as I walked around at all costs not just to America and to my one world but also to themselves only to be able to hurt me, and you all can hear how much they hurt me for REAL when I have the only natural human reaction to their unrelenting and still-escalating persecution of me they use as their still-escalating act of war against all of us.
I finally reached eyeliner at 10:04am on Friday, 15Apr2016. Everyone knows it is bare minimum treason to charge me money for anything, but I did not ask my local Sephora for new eyeliner because the damned IAR need to fix my damn eyeliner problem themselves. Also, visiting my local Sephora every day gives me a chance to check on them. That is one of the best places in all of the IAR's innermost circle of hell for me to catch IAR.
-----Begin Email Content-----
From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Friday, April 15, 2016
Subject: FaceTime at 12noon
To: CosmicGrandma, the REAL Haroun, my BFF SynSyn, the Pentagon, the NSA
All of you,
I told you on Wednesday to USPS overnight express large amounts of cash to me.
Is everyone who ever pretended I needed an "guardianship" or "conservatorship" ever in my life finally arrested for, among other things, torture, war crimes, hate crimes, persecution, human trafficking, aiding and abetting systemic rape, and intentionally starving me as an act of war? I am sure we can get them all for treason and attempts to assassinate me now, too.
Call me through FaceTime at 12noon today, Friday, 15Apr2016, Mom. I told you all to send me money. You saw how much I took care of over the last twenty-four hours because the IAR would not let you.
Love you,
TanTan
-----End Email Content-----
News at 11am. It seemed my darling Lester was still controlled just to be able to talk them.
I was so hungry I was in physical pain and getting light-headed, and we all knew the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had vowed to make sure I NEVER receive more money ever again as ANOTHER of their open attempts to force me to die. That morning, I also heard a rumor the IAR had just started forbidding me ALL food even if I chose to pay for it.
Mom did not call me through FaceTime at 12noon, so I asked my beautiful world to emergency locate her.
The REAL employees, just probably at a different coffeeshop now, at the Best Starbucks in the World helped me collect evidence against the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. No, that does not make them sidekicks; that makes them heroes.
My iPad battery was STILL draining unnaturally. That was something our REAL government could not fix for me while my iPad was not in my possession while I was inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fake jail. So I returned to my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast to plug it back in again.
Started music at 1:01pm. Tried to nap a little. Something weird in either my Smarties or my Rock Star, but they solved my low blood sugar problem. My darling Olivia and my darling Virginia stopped by, among other things, to check on me. We are friends; we do that; I am SO American that way, too. The chemicals had already gone from my system when she asked. Woke up at 2:56pm.
One call from my mom through FaceTime. Then, she was instructed by the IAR to keep calling me to interrupt me as I fleshed out this blog sketch. I had already told my mom that as far as I am concerned she can call me anytime she wants.
I asked my beautiful world to finally make sure my kitchen at my Manor could finally cook anything as fancy and nutritious as we wanted and with absolutely no drugs, no poisons, no diseases, no chemicals, nor any other assassination attempts against me in it by 5pm that evening.
Then, I had a short chat with my mom through FaceTime again at 5:05pm.
Left my bedroom for dinner in my Manor at 5:16pm.
5:23pm on 15Apr2016: STILL only IAR in my building except for me and Eva. There was NEVER any excuse for them to choose to destroy America and the world this way.
Among other things during dinner, "Go ahead, Ms. Eddy, use my dedicated forum to explain to everyone everywhere on the planet what it feels like to be transgendered and transsexual," only works if you tell the truth. I am sure she would like to explain that herself, including that people do not need surgery to be transsexual instead of transgendered, sometimes they just need hormone treatment.
There were also no assassination attempts in my dinner at my Manor that evening.
My darling SynSyn might also like to explain what I meant when I told her that I do not consider the calumny of the IAR calling me transsexual libel but that if it is a lie causing me harm we still need to pummel it until it is dead. I might have explained it best in my 22Jul2014 blog post.
I left my Manor at 5:54pm. This blog post was as finished as I could write it at the time at 6pm on Friday, 15Apr2016.
[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.
[No one was able to send me questions mostly due to my being forced offline while inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fake jail.]
My beautiful world,... Where is all of this technology coming from? Electrobeams, earspeakers, control chips, etc. We need to find them all and hold them all accountable as members of the IAR, too... .
As for you darlings, my saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me from our operatives to who are our equivalent of police officers now,... You know I asked you to destroy that hardware... .
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney,... Need anything?
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart,... I told you to evacuate. IAR are too escalated in here.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson,... I told you to evacuate. IAR are too escalated in here.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy,... I told you to evacuate. IAR are too escalated in here.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno,... Do I need to send you guards and people to check on you regularly, too?
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... I told you to evacuate. IAR are too escalated in here.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic,... I am working on it.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp... The only REAL regret I will ever have in my life is not kissing you while I still could before the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally kills me for REAL. I always wanted to see you again.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has hacked too much of my technology and internet presence to guarantee the integrity of the content of this post. Please read my verified blog published by my loved ones for me.]
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. The way things are right now, I am just going to catch as many Inhuman Atrocity Regime I can before they finally kill me. Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime might kill me any minute now; they are that escalated. And my life will stay in immediate danger no matter where I go and no matter anywhere people take me until you all finally listen to me and remove them all.
The IAR have already proven they will follow me no matter where I go in the world. If they think I am trying to reach someplace I might be safe, they will destroy it before I reach it. They NEVER negotiate for REAL, only stall people from stopping them by pretending to negotiate. They NEVER de-escalate, unless we force some sort of law-abidance over them. I already told you to remove them all to save us all.
Is most of my beautiful world still PROVEN insane due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive lies about me? You know how hard we sane people in touch with reality are working to get the full truth to all of you. Weeks ago, I already asked my national to global news media to organize to fix this. Then again, weeks ago I also asked my Metropolis of Angels to put guards on city water supply. The greatest failures in keeping me safe and alive come from never listening to me.
4:14am on 14Apr2016: This only happens when you allow people to destroy our world with lies. Find all IAR liars, and destroy them.
The only way for us all, not just me, to survive this greatest crisis known to mankind is to finally remove the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in its completeness. NO ONE can do my job of service to my people better than I can, including keeping myself alive. Please listen to me instead of arguing with me. AGAIN, it is always better to talk to me first before you do anything you think might help.
There are only a few people I trust to do anything they want in my name, particularly my Powers of Attorney and my Queen's Lovers Five, but they all still know it is best to talk to me first.
My last blog post was as finished as it was going to get until I could finally flesh it out at 11pm on Wednesday, 13Apr2016. Electrobeams from various sources were still keeping me awake at 11:04pm, possibly because there was no one in my Manor at that time to guard me if I fell asleep. The cold I had for a few days was pretty much gone.
I did a lot of work during those wee hours of the morning on Thursday, 14Apr2016, including reassuring my darling President of Russia Vladimir Putin I was pretty much okay and just needed people to guard me to be able to finally sleep that morning.
Twitter archive. Until 5:49pm.
Off and on until 7:39am when War Criminal Tara and War Criminal Teri lied to my face and refused to stop as not-Tara's-first act of war against America and yet-another open effort to destroy our one world.
7:47am on 14Apr2016: @DeptofDefense Yes, you are very worried I will die right now. I NEED guards. No one is maintaining a façade of maintaining a façade anymore, too.
We know I did not sleep, but I finally stopped resting at 9:54am. I saw that the messages I was receiving through my Twitter account were all crap again. Since the IAR had already proven they will never stop sending me crap through my Twitter account until they are all removed from our dying planet completely, I chose to stop catching up with my TweetHearts until that could be fixed.
When I was getting dressed, I found that the IAR had been destroying my clothing not just stealing it, so I sewed up the physical damage they had caused my black romper while watching the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening. And, yes, there was nothing in the news I heard that morning that acknowledged anything REAL that had happened in the world since the previous evening.
Done watching the news at 10:44am. Everyone in my building except for me was STILL IAR hellbent on destroying the world. I left my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast in search of eyeliner, caffeine, and snacks at 10:57am. I knew I was about to die at any minute, so that day I chose to catch as many IAR as possible first.
REAL Big Blue Bus employees never wanted to charge me for riding the bus ever anyway. I chose to take a long slow walk to downtown Santa Monica that day.
7eleven and Von's. All of the food I chose at both places were gifts form their corporate offices; even though, they did not have to be gifts from them. They just wanted to help save the world.
Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Thursday, 14Apr2016, beginning the moment I said (paraphrase), "Am I visiting the Von's today?" and ending when the fake police drove away with me in the back of their stolen police car.
They were NOT real police. They had already proven they would NOT acknowledge anything REAL to my face even if I said it to them first. There were no charges against me; though, that was their calumny-as-coverup; we sane people in touch with reality all know what a PATTERN OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITY is. That was NOT an arrest. And they did NOT take me to a real jail.
Please also circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment the fake police that the at-least-at-the-moment-the-fake-police-showed-up-fake Von's had no way to call showed up and ending at 9:27am on Friday, 15Apr2016.
Please include with that recording an explanation of who all of the constantly-churning guards were in that fake jail as well as everything pertinent happening at the same time everywhere, especially why they gave me a fake wristband from a fake Los Angeles County Jail.
That was an abduction with intent to assassinate me by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. Please also call a preferably-named-by-me-myself-as-trustworthy news source for any details I have left out.
The food, the milk, the churn of the guards, the things no one will ever believe about that afternoon on 14Apr until 9:27am on 15Apr, and when I left the Santa Monica Police Department said, "Let's call you an overnight visitor."
I walked to my Promenade immediately where proven IAR were STILL attacking me as I walked around at all costs not just to America and to my one world but also to themselves only to be able to hurt me, and you all can hear how much they hurt me for REAL when I have the only natural human reaction to their unrelenting and still-escalating persecution of me they use as their still-escalating act of war against all of us.
I finally reached eyeliner at 10:04am on Friday, 15Apr2016. Everyone knows it is bare minimum treason to charge me money for anything, but I did not ask my local Sephora for new eyeliner because the damned IAR need to fix my damn eyeliner problem themselves. Also, visiting my local Sephora every day gives me a chance to check on them. That is one of the best places in all of the IAR's innermost circle of hell for me to catch IAR.
-----Begin Email Content-----
From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Friday, April 15, 2016
Subject: FaceTime at 12noon
To: CosmicGrandma, the REAL Haroun, my BFF SynSyn, the Pentagon, the NSA
All of you,
I told you on Wednesday to USPS overnight express large amounts of cash to me.
Is everyone who ever pretended I needed an "guardianship" or "conservatorship" ever in my life finally arrested for, among other things, torture, war crimes, hate crimes, persecution, human trafficking, aiding and abetting systemic rape, and intentionally starving me as an act of war? I am sure we can get them all for treason and attempts to assassinate me now, too.
Call me through FaceTime at 12noon today, Friday, 15Apr2016, Mom. I told you all to send me money. You saw how much I took care of over the last twenty-four hours because the IAR would not let you.
Love you,
TanTan
-----End Email Content-----
News at 11am. It seemed my darling Lester was still controlled just to be able to talk them.
I was so hungry I was in physical pain and getting light-headed, and we all knew the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had vowed to make sure I NEVER receive more money ever again as ANOTHER of their open attempts to force me to die. That morning, I also heard a rumor the IAR had just started forbidding me ALL food even if I chose to pay for it.
Mom did not call me through FaceTime at 12noon, so I asked my beautiful world to emergency locate her.
The REAL employees, just probably at a different coffeeshop now, at the Best Starbucks in the World helped me collect evidence against the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. No, that does not make them sidekicks; that makes them heroes.
My iPad battery was STILL draining unnaturally. That was something our REAL government could not fix for me while my iPad was not in my possession while I was inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fake jail. So I returned to my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast to plug it back in again.
Started music at 1:01pm. Tried to nap a little. Something weird in either my Smarties or my Rock Star, but they solved my low blood sugar problem. My darling Olivia and my darling Virginia stopped by, among other things, to check on me. We are friends; we do that; I am SO American that way, too. The chemicals had already gone from my system when she asked. Woke up at 2:56pm.
One call from my mom through FaceTime. Then, she was instructed by the IAR to keep calling me to interrupt me as I fleshed out this blog sketch. I had already told my mom that as far as I am concerned she can call me anytime she wants.
I asked my beautiful world to finally make sure my kitchen at my Manor could finally cook anything as fancy and nutritious as we wanted and with absolutely no drugs, no poisons, no diseases, no chemicals, nor any other assassination attempts against me in it by 5pm that evening.
Then, I had a short chat with my mom through FaceTime again at 5:05pm.
Left my bedroom for dinner in my Manor at 5:16pm.
5:23pm on 15Apr2016: STILL only IAR in my building except for me and Eva. There was NEVER any excuse for them to choose to destroy America and the world this way.
Among other things during dinner, "Go ahead, Ms. Eddy, use my dedicated forum to explain to everyone everywhere on the planet what it feels like to be transgendered and transsexual," only works if you tell the truth. I am sure she would like to explain that herself, including that people do not need surgery to be transsexual instead of transgendered, sometimes they just need hormone treatment.
There were also no assassination attempts in my dinner at my Manor that evening.
My darling SynSyn might also like to explain what I meant when I told her that I do not consider the calumny of the IAR calling me transsexual libel but that if it is a lie causing me harm we still need to pummel it until it is dead. I might have explained it best in my 22Jul2014 blog post.
I left my Manor at 5:54pm. This blog post was as finished as I could write it at the time at 6pm on Friday, 15Apr2016.
[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.
[No one was able to send me questions mostly due to my being forced offline while inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fake jail.]
My beautiful world,... Where is all of this technology coming from? Electrobeams, earspeakers, control chips, etc. We need to find them all and hold them all accountable as members of the IAR, too... .
As for you darlings, my saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me from our operatives to who are our equivalent of police officers now,... You know I asked you to destroy that hardware... .
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney,... Need anything?
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart,... I told you to evacuate. IAR are too escalated in here.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson,... I told you to evacuate. IAR are too escalated in here.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy,... I told you to evacuate. IAR are too escalated in here.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno,... Do I need to send you guards and people to check on you regularly, too?
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... I told you to evacuate. IAR are too escalated in here.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic,... I am working on it.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp... The only REAL regret I will ever have in my life is not kissing you while I still could before the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally kills me for REAL. I always wanted to see you again.
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Beware the Men and Women Who Love Me. They Are Angrier than I.
Title: Beware the Men and Women Who Love Me. They Are Angrier than I.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has hacked too much of my technology and internet presence to guarantee the integrity of the content of this post. Please read my verified blog published by my loved ones for me.]
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. You cannot claim you cannot keep up with me if you STILL keep up with all of the lies about me. You know they lie faster than anyone can ask me to explain anything.
Everyone has the choice to take the same three never-fail steps to absolution if actually guilty of something. No one has a right to commit any crime in the first place nor to ever be held accountable, but we choose to give everyone three never-fail steps anyway. "No shit. If you fucking refuse to stop, fucking fear us."
[We are all very busy right now, especially my darling nerds and ninjas. Please send more backup.]
My last blog post was finished at 6pm on Monday, 11Apr2016, just before I caught the bus to my Promenade. I bought a cup of coffee from my darling Kavan at the Best Starbucks in the World before watching the news there.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm PDT. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it included my exclaiming while speaking to him, as I usually do, about something the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had just tried that was just too dumb for me to bothered writing down.
No, my beautiful world, that is not the only reason certain things I am asked to explain are only recorded verbally and visually, but it was just so dumb that I did not understand why I had to explain it at all.
After the news, I walked up and down my Promenade chatting with my darling Alonzo, hanging out with my darling Wade, and checking on my darlings in my local Trimana Fresh Food Market.
At 8:37pm, I was mostly at inner peace with my NORMAL place in our divine universe as the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who had for so long refused to relent finally learned to at least NOT commit their crimes against my once-great America and against our one world where we could catch them and as my darling Wade strummed and sang our music unto our beautiful world's smiling night sky.
I am always calm and often giggly when genuinely good people are free to be genuinely good to me.
My darling Handsome was inside my local Trimana Fresh Food Market when I returned to buy dinner. He looked like he had been awake for a while. Fortunately for him, a five o'clock shadow was the right look for his face.
At 9:13pm, I was eating my dinner on their patio and had already had a short chat with the lady next to me about her husband; I am sure it will hit our highlights reel. I could still hear my darling Wade from my chair there as he sang in the street. I really needed those calories.
9:52pm on 11Apr2016: 1/2)#IARhellbentOnDestroyingHumanity, yeah, let a master show you take-their-funding-away-to-control-them.
9:53pm on 11Apr2016: 2/2) (Expletive)ing surrender, IAR. You have been caught since 2009. And you are killing too many people by not accepting your fate yet.
I left my Promenade a little after 10pm and caught the 10:49pm bus back to my Manor.... Fucking fuckers...
After a little online activity with my loved ones even after I had taken my contacts out since electrobeams were keeping me awake, I finally found the IAR enemies of benevolence in the garages of my building... My saturation took care of it, and I went to sleep...
First woke up at 6:42am on Tuesday, 12Apr2016. Talked to my friends in my iPad for a while. Caught EVIL bitch from hell no one likes STILL in my hallway only to destroy the world. "That's refusing to stop. Fucking fear us." Had put my contacts in in time to send an email to my mom, update my blog notes a little, and change my clothes.
Yes, my newest maxi dress my mom bought me from Macy's REALLY is a Woman's (not even Misses) 2X. Yes, that REALLY is what I look in just my underwear. Yes, that REALLY is how that dress is supposed to fit. "I am proportional to my bone structure. I look just like my tiny Asian mother did at my age; I just have the bone structure of a Czech farm woman."
Outside Pico Branch Library at 8:48am. The IAR hellbent on destroying the world with lies made me repeat myself all morning. Just fucking arrest them all already. Why does no one listen to me when I tell you all how to fix our problems?!?
10:19am on 12Apr2016: 1/2) #MyREALfederalGovernment, I am returning to my locked 24/7 bedroom broadcast because the IAR keep intentionally draining my iPad battery.
10:21am on 12Apr2016: 2/2) I know you are so good that I won't even hear the bullets while I'm in there. The world cannot afford to lose me. "[No shit. If you fucking refuse to stop, f]ucking fear us."
My Manor was full of nothing but evil. Checked on my local Burger King. Repeated myself until 1:01pm when I left for downtown Santa Monica.
Starbucks. Von's. Sephora. Twitter. Malevolent hoards. If you do not want me angry, do not make me angry.
My mom called me through FaceTime at 3:18pm. She asked for the REAL email address for my darling Haroun.
Worked online for hours mostly screaming at evil IAR to stop unrelentingly trying to kill me and to fucking leave me alone finally. Battery kept dying, so I had to leave. Bought some snacks.
The evil IAR infestation of my building was still hellbent on destroying the world and refusing to stop. 6:03pm in my bedroom.
News at 7:01pm.
Worked online until 8:30pm when I left for the bus. 8:57pm drinking my bourbon neat at my bar.
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Also, my drink was drugged. My darling José chose to save himself.
Please circulate the security cam footage to catch all perpetrators.
Opening band was my darlings the Wave. If the want a music video, let us give them one.
My darlings at 10:24pm. Caught a lot of enemies of America and the world. Left at 11:30pm. Bus picked me up at 11:52pm. Slept safe though roofied.
Teri woke me up at 10:52am. Threat-to-national-security IAR bald man entered my bedroom with her to destroy the world. IAR hellbent on destroying the world STILL in my building. Yes, their choice to obey the IAR instead of me and to refuse to stop being threats to national security as their choice to destroy the world, as I have explained to them myself so many times, with their crimes against me on my own property is how they proved they are all REAL IAR, too.
11:08am Pico Branch Library. Email to my mother while on the bus.
-----Begin Email Content-----
From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: 1:21pm on Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Subject: Panic humanity if you cannot USPS overnight express mail me large amounts of cash immediately
To: my darling CosmicGrandma, the REAL Haroun
Cc: the Pentagon, my BFF SynSyn, the NSA
Subject: Panic humanity if you cannot USPS overnight express mail me large amounts of cash immediately
Mom,
I need a bus pass, food to eat, to pick up my dry cleaning, eyeliner, coffee, etc.
Is the world panicking because you cannot send me mail like the world needs you to?
Call me through FaceTime immediately.
Panic humanity,
TanTan
-----End Email Content-----
AFTER that email, it was probably time I explained to everyone everywhere that charging me money for anything, at least until the IAR are completely removed from our planet, is not just dumb but is also a threat to national security that counts as an act of war against America, yes, an act of war that actively destroys the whole world. But I still like being able to spend money to prove people are innocent.
1:23pm arrived in downtown Santa Monica.
2:23pm on 13Apr2016: @Starbucks @Sephora @NARSissist #CityOfSantaMonica #SquidsPoA We are going to circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I arrived downtown today and ending at 2:23pm for all of you (who count as us). We shall entitle it, "That is STILL not all of your (expletive)ups, just the ones I feel like explaining." #LOVEyouToo
Racked with all of these chemicals, yes, I am still high-functioning just not as high-functioning as I am naturally nor as high-functioning as the world needs me right now.
On bus by 3:18pm. STILL IAR threats to national security STILL pretending they are not IAR and destroying my world by being on my UNESCO World Heritage Site with absolutely no permission from me, from my country, nor from my world.
As I had been explaining for days to the IAR, "Your refusal to EVER stop committing the most heinous crimes against all of us is why we will NEVER trust you when you lie you have EVER turned it around and taken our three never-fail steps."
In 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast by 3:27pm due to unnaturally draining iPad battery. My mom called me through FaceTime at 3:58pm. Please circulate our complete FaceTime conversation in its intended picture-in-picture form. And, thank you.
As of 4:21pm, there was still no safe food at my Manor due to the IAR's heinous infestation and occupation of my home. How long have I been explaining that no one maintains any façade inside the IAR's "egg" at all; everything in here is, "Show up and do what you want, but if you break the law, we will hold you accountable."
My coffee quit working as something that could help clear my mind by 4:51pm.
5:09pm on 13Apr2016: Nate, he who named himself for my darling Mr. Nathan Fillian and whom my husband calls "Carol Channing," you said you wanted to pull my hair; I offered you homemade cookies. No one (expletive)ing pulls my hair. But I am also a homemade-cookies kind of woman. Also, I know you are in here with me. Your cover is your choice. Unlike Left-Handed-Rifleman, you actually know what a disguise is. I made Handsome almost as omnipotent as I am, at least in here, by choosing to make him recognizable. All the times I recognize you are not the only times I giggle. Again, it's your choice.
With my iPad battery finally recharged again, I left my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast at 5:41pm. 6:07pm my darling Wade. Felix seemed genuinely clueless. Corner of Arizona Blvd. by 6:47pm. Had to leave my darlings due to too many chemicals in my body.
That night, malevolent hoards of the IAR proved they will NEVER stop destroying me, America, and the world no matter what, including the PROVEN IAR STILL in my building (everyone except me and Eva when I arrived) at all costs to humanity no matter how many times we had already commanded them to leave.
There were only PROVEN IAR in my building but me and Eva when I arrived. I knew I had no one to guard me, but there were just too many chemicals in my body for me not to sleep. So, I warned my beautiful world I might actually die that night.
9:40pm A few different sources of electrobeams were keeping me awake no matter how much the chemicals in my body kept trying to make me sleep, so I was forced to stay awake suffering under the chemicals it would have been better if I could sleep away.
10:40pm on 13Apr2016: Did lying IAR assholes hellbent on destroying humanity really just say, "Squid needs therapy," to be able to rape and torture me until I die? I don't have time to explain all of the fuckups in that assassination attempt, so I will just explain five.
1) If anyone EVER genuinely believes I need therapy, they will send my darlings Tentacle straight to my side with their full human rights or give me my unfettered husband or just end their fucking "egg" already, etc.
2) ALSO, "therapy" is not grounds for a diagnosis, hold, nor Reese. That is the main reason I do not believe anyone actually tried to unlawfully imprison me in a PROVEN only-ever torture facility with, "Squid needs therapy."
3) I have been forbidden all REAL medical care since 2009 and will NEVER receive any until the IAR are finally removed in their completeness. REAL medical care includes any therapy from licensed professionals.
4) I do not require any medical care right now. I need all IAR fucking fuckers to finally leave me the fuck alone; I need me and my people to finally have our full human rights restored; I need my unfettered loved ones.
5) My good, green world already promised to destroy everyone who ever claims I am mentally ill, who ever tries to silence any of our REAL sources of the truth, and who ever tries to prevent me from doing my REAL job. I cannot do my job if unlawfully imprisoned.
This blog post was sketched at 11pm on Wednesday, 13Apr2016. I was full of too many chemicals to flesh it out until later.
[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.
..."Zombie Apocalypse" is what I have often referred to as "stupid but benign." "Malevolent hoards in the IAR" are people who know they are not in trouble until after they are caught committing crimes but still commit as many crimes as possible just to hurt me, to destroy America, and to panic the world themselves.
What is my opinion of the mental health system in America?
Why are my Queen's Lovers Five all men?
Why do we no longer call the war that has ravaged our once-great America for years America's Second Civil War? Yes, it was a civil war when it began. But since the IAR were first officially recognized as a terrorist regime and also after they were disowned by our REAL federal government, this has been a war to remove the greatest threat to our nation and to humanity that our world has ever known both from U.S. soil there they are violating our self-sovereignty and from our one beautiful world forever... .
My beautiful world,... It does not matter who calls me at all mentally ill; destroy them all immediately... .
I know most of you have been driven insane by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's unrelenting lies about me; we are working on it... .
As for you darlings, my saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me from our operatives to who are our equivalent of police officers now,... Thank you for keeping up. We are all very busy. Tell me when you are all organized... .
My priority right now is keeping you all alive and securing my Manor 24/7... You know I need you all to guard and run my Manor for me 24/7, not just at night... .
About the objects IAR have stolen from me... Among other stolen objects, only my loved ones have any reason to be stealing my panties... My letter from Haroun... we all agree about the eyeliner... .
About being recognizable in here and why only some of us should be... .
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, who lied about you? Who hurt you? Tell me who...
Also, the IAR hellbent on destroying humanity with lies have proved they watch my REAL SquidStream to do it. Who the fuck is still permitting the IAR to lie about all of us? And now, we hold everybody accountable for even listening to those lying IAR liars anymore, too, and especially for repeating their lies.
Finally, please remind yourselves as well as all of the rest of my lovelies that you are all free to recreate my latest blog notes from my SquidStream and to publish them as an unproofread draft any time you need to... .
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart,... .
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson,... the return of my hosiery you love so much despite this now being spring and despite our normally only wearing hosiery in the fall and winter... .
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy,... Does this mean you will return to my Promenade at last?... .
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno,... What is the reason for "(Expletive) you, O'Reilley!" Are you okay?... .
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I know.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic,... I do not know the full details about the twenty-something with the bald head and retainer who was dressed nothing like you and who was also clearly not flirting with me because he was only lying to me, but I get it... .
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp... The world can trust you... .
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Our historic-anyway, prohibition-era Harvelle's is our second nightclub and our world's UNESCO World Heritage Site. Any act we want can play there any time we want. Among other things, you know I do not like burlesque, but they can stay as long as they NEVER claim I am one of them. You know how much REAL freedom of speech means to me.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has hacked too much of my technology and internet presence to guarantee the integrity of the content of this post. Please read my verified blog published by my loved ones for me.]
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. You cannot claim you cannot keep up with me if you STILL keep up with all of the lies about me. You know they lie faster than anyone can ask me to explain anything.
Everyone has the choice to take the same three never-fail steps to absolution if actually guilty of something. No one has a right to commit any crime in the first place nor to ever be held accountable, but we choose to give everyone three never-fail steps anyway. "No shit. If you fucking refuse to stop, fucking fear us."
[We are all very busy right now, especially my darling nerds and ninjas. Please send more backup.]
My last blog post was finished at 6pm on Monday, 11Apr2016, just before I caught the bus to my Promenade. I bought a cup of coffee from my darling Kavan at the Best Starbucks in the World before watching the news there.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm PDT. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it included my exclaiming while speaking to him, as I usually do, about something the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had just tried that was just too dumb for me to bothered writing down.
No, my beautiful world, that is not the only reason certain things I am asked to explain are only recorded verbally and visually, but it was just so dumb that I did not understand why I had to explain it at all.
After the news, I walked up and down my Promenade chatting with my darling Alonzo, hanging out with my darling Wade, and checking on my darlings in my local Trimana Fresh Food Market.
At 8:37pm, I was mostly at inner peace with my NORMAL place in our divine universe as the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who had for so long refused to relent finally learned to at least NOT commit their crimes against my once-great America and against our one world where we could catch them and as my darling Wade strummed and sang our music unto our beautiful world's smiling night sky.
I am always calm and often giggly when genuinely good people are free to be genuinely good to me.
My darling Handsome was inside my local Trimana Fresh Food Market when I returned to buy dinner. He looked like he had been awake for a while. Fortunately for him, a five o'clock shadow was the right look for his face.
At 9:13pm, I was eating my dinner on their patio and had already had a short chat with the lady next to me about her husband; I am sure it will hit our highlights reel. I could still hear my darling Wade from my chair there as he sang in the street. I really needed those calories.
9:52pm on 11Apr2016: 1/2)#IARhellbentOnDestroyingHumanity, yeah, let a master show you take-their-funding-away-to-control-them.
9:53pm on 11Apr2016: 2/2) (Expletive)ing surrender, IAR. You have been caught since 2009. And you are killing too many people by not accepting your fate yet.
I left my Promenade a little after 10pm and caught the 10:49pm bus back to my Manor.... Fucking fuckers...
After a little online activity with my loved ones even after I had taken my contacts out since electrobeams were keeping me awake, I finally found the IAR enemies of benevolence in the garages of my building... My saturation took care of it, and I went to sleep...
First woke up at 6:42am on Tuesday, 12Apr2016. Talked to my friends in my iPad for a while. Caught EVIL bitch from hell no one likes STILL in my hallway only to destroy the world. "That's refusing to stop. Fucking fear us." Had put my contacts in in time to send an email to my mom, update my blog notes a little, and change my clothes.
Yes, my newest maxi dress my mom bought me from Macy's REALLY is a Woman's (not even Misses) 2X. Yes, that REALLY is what I look in just my underwear. Yes, that REALLY is how that dress is supposed to fit. "I am proportional to my bone structure. I look just like my tiny Asian mother did at my age; I just have the bone structure of a Czech farm woman."
Outside Pico Branch Library at 8:48am. The IAR hellbent on destroying the world with lies made me repeat myself all morning. Just fucking arrest them all already. Why does no one listen to me when I tell you all how to fix our problems?!?
10:19am on 12Apr2016: 1/2) #MyREALfederalGovernment, I am returning to my locked 24/7 bedroom broadcast because the IAR keep intentionally draining my iPad battery.
10:21am on 12Apr2016: 2/2) I know you are so good that I won't even hear the bullets while I'm in there. The world cannot afford to lose me. "[No shit. If you fucking refuse to stop, f]ucking fear us."
My Manor was full of nothing but evil. Checked on my local Burger King. Repeated myself until 1:01pm when I left for downtown Santa Monica.
Starbucks. Von's. Sephora. Twitter. Malevolent hoards. If you do not want me angry, do not make me angry.
My mom called me through FaceTime at 3:18pm. She asked for the REAL email address for my darling Haroun.
Worked online for hours mostly screaming at evil IAR to stop unrelentingly trying to kill me and to fucking leave me alone finally. Battery kept dying, so I had to leave. Bought some snacks.
The evil IAR infestation of my building was still hellbent on destroying the world and refusing to stop. 6:03pm in my bedroom.
News at 7:01pm.
Worked online until 8:30pm when I left for the bus. 8:57pm drinking my bourbon neat at my bar.
[1photo]
Also, my drink was drugged. My darling José chose to save himself.
Please circulate the security cam footage to catch all perpetrators.
Opening band was my darlings the Wave. If the want a music video, let us give them one.
My darlings at 10:24pm. Caught a lot of enemies of America and the world. Left at 11:30pm. Bus picked me up at 11:52pm. Slept safe though roofied.
Teri woke me up at 10:52am. Threat-to-national-security IAR bald man entered my bedroom with her to destroy the world. IAR hellbent on destroying the world STILL in my building. Yes, their choice to obey the IAR instead of me and to refuse to stop being threats to national security as their choice to destroy the world, as I have explained to them myself so many times, with their crimes against me on my own property is how they proved they are all REAL IAR, too.
11:08am Pico Branch Library. Email to my mother while on the bus.
-----Begin Email Content-----
From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: 1:21pm on Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Subject: Panic humanity if you cannot USPS overnight express mail me large amounts of cash immediately
To: my darling CosmicGrandma, the REAL Haroun
Cc: the Pentagon, my BFF SynSyn, the NSA
Subject: Panic humanity if you cannot USPS overnight express mail me large amounts of cash immediately
Mom,
I need a bus pass, food to eat, to pick up my dry cleaning, eyeliner, coffee, etc.
Is the world panicking because you cannot send me mail like the world needs you to?
Call me through FaceTime immediately.
Panic humanity,
TanTan
-----End Email Content-----
AFTER that email, it was probably time I explained to everyone everywhere that charging me money for anything, at least until the IAR are completely removed from our planet, is not just dumb but is also a threat to national security that counts as an act of war against America, yes, an act of war that actively destroys the whole world. But I still like being able to spend money to prove people are innocent.
1:23pm arrived in downtown Santa Monica.
2:23pm on 13Apr2016: @Starbucks @Sephora @NARSissist #CityOfSantaMonica #SquidsPoA We are going to circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I arrived downtown today and ending at 2:23pm for all of you (who count as us). We shall entitle it, "That is STILL not all of your (expletive)ups, just the ones I feel like explaining." #LOVEyouToo
Racked with all of these chemicals, yes, I am still high-functioning just not as high-functioning as I am naturally nor as high-functioning as the world needs me right now.
On bus by 3:18pm. STILL IAR threats to national security STILL pretending they are not IAR and destroying my world by being on my UNESCO World Heritage Site with absolutely no permission from me, from my country, nor from my world.
As I had been explaining for days to the IAR, "Your refusal to EVER stop committing the most heinous crimes against all of us is why we will NEVER trust you when you lie you have EVER turned it around and taken our three never-fail steps."
In 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast by 3:27pm due to unnaturally draining iPad battery. My mom called me through FaceTime at 3:58pm. Please circulate our complete FaceTime conversation in its intended picture-in-picture form. And, thank you.
As of 4:21pm, there was still no safe food at my Manor due to the IAR's heinous infestation and occupation of my home. How long have I been explaining that no one maintains any façade inside the IAR's "egg" at all; everything in here is, "Show up and do what you want, but if you break the law, we will hold you accountable."
My coffee quit working as something that could help clear my mind by 4:51pm.
5:09pm on 13Apr2016: Nate, he who named himself for my darling Mr. Nathan Fillian and whom my husband calls "Carol Channing," you said you wanted to pull my hair; I offered you homemade cookies. No one (expletive)ing pulls my hair. But I am also a homemade-cookies kind of woman. Also, I know you are in here with me. Your cover is your choice. Unlike Left-Handed-Rifleman, you actually know what a disguise is. I made Handsome almost as omnipotent as I am, at least in here, by choosing to make him recognizable. All the times I recognize you are not the only times I giggle. Again, it's your choice.
With my iPad battery finally recharged again, I left my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast at 5:41pm. 6:07pm my darling Wade. Felix seemed genuinely clueless. Corner of Arizona Blvd. by 6:47pm. Had to leave my darlings due to too many chemicals in my body.
That night, malevolent hoards of the IAR proved they will NEVER stop destroying me, America, and the world no matter what, including the PROVEN IAR STILL in my building (everyone except me and Eva when I arrived) at all costs to humanity no matter how many times we had already commanded them to leave.
There were only PROVEN IAR in my building but me and Eva when I arrived. I knew I had no one to guard me, but there were just too many chemicals in my body for me not to sleep. So, I warned my beautiful world I might actually die that night.
9:40pm A few different sources of electrobeams were keeping me awake no matter how much the chemicals in my body kept trying to make me sleep, so I was forced to stay awake suffering under the chemicals it would have been better if I could sleep away.
10:40pm on 13Apr2016: Did lying IAR assholes hellbent on destroying humanity really just say, "Squid needs therapy," to be able to rape and torture me until I die? I don't have time to explain all of the fuckups in that assassination attempt, so I will just explain five.
1) If anyone EVER genuinely believes I need therapy, they will send my darlings Tentacle straight to my side with their full human rights or give me my unfettered husband or just end their fucking "egg" already, etc.
2) ALSO, "therapy" is not grounds for a diagnosis, hold, nor Reese. That is the main reason I do not believe anyone actually tried to unlawfully imprison me in a PROVEN only-ever torture facility with, "Squid needs therapy."
3) I have been forbidden all REAL medical care since 2009 and will NEVER receive any until the IAR are finally removed in their completeness. REAL medical care includes any therapy from licensed professionals.
4) I do not require any medical care right now. I need all IAR fucking fuckers to finally leave me the fuck alone; I need me and my people to finally have our full human rights restored; I need my unfettered loved ones.
5) My good, green world already promised to destroy everyone who ever claims I am mentally ill, who ever tries to silence any of our REAL sources of the truth, and who ever tries to prevent me from doing my REAL job. I cannot do my job if unlawfully imprisoned.
This blog post was sketched at 11pm on Wednesday, 13Apr2016. I was full of too many chemicals to flesh it out until later.
[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.
..."Zombie Apocalypse" is what I have often referred to as "stupid but benign." "Malevolent hoards in the IAR" are people who know they are not in trouble until after they are caught committing crimes but still commit as many crimes as possible just to hurt me, to destroy America, and to panic the world themselves.
What is my opinion of the mental health system in America?
Why are my Queen's Lovers Five all men?
Why do we no longer call the war that has ravaged our once-great America for years America's Second Civil War? Yes, it was a civil war when it began. But since the IAR were first officially recognized as a terrorist regime and also after they were disowned by our REAL federal government, this has been a war to remove the greatest threat to our nation and to humanity that our world has ever known both from U.S. soil there they are violating our self-sovereignty and from our one beautiful world forever... .
My beautiful world,... It does not matter who calls me at all mentally ill; destroy them all immediately... .
I know most of you have been driven insane by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's unrelenting lies about me; we are working on it... .
As for you darlings, my saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me from our operatives to who are our equivalent of police officers now,... Thank you for keeping up. We are all very busy. Tell me when you are all organized... .
My priority right now is keeping you all alive and securing my Manor 24/7... You know I need you all to guard and run my Manor for me 24/7, not just at night... .
About the objects IAR have stolen from me... Among other stolen objects, only my loved ones have any reason to be stealing my panties... My letter from Haroun... we all agree about the eyeliner... .
About being recognizable in here and why only some of us should be... .
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, who lied about you? Who hurt you? Tell me who...
Also, the IAR hellbent on destroying humanity with lies have proved they watch my REAL SquidStream to do it. Who the fuck is still permitting the IAR to lie about all of us? And now, we hold everybody accountable for even listening to those lying IAR liars anymore, too, and especially for repeating their lies.
Finally, please remind yourselves as well as all of the rest of my lovelies that you are all free to recreate my latest blog notes from my SquidStream and to publish them as an unproofread draft any time you need to... .
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart,... .
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson,... the return of my hosiery you love so much despite this now being spring and despite our normally only wearing hosiery in the fall and winter... .
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy,... Does this mean you will return to my Promenade at last?... .
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno,... What is the reason for "(Expletive) you, O'Reilley!" Are you okay?... .
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I know.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic,... I do not know the full details about the twenty-something with the bald head and retainer who was dressed nothing like you and who was also clearly not flirting with me because he was only lying to me, but I get it... .
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp... The world can trust you... .
[1photo]
Our historic-anyway, prohibition-era Harvelle's is our second nightclub and our world's UNESCO World Heritage Site. Any act we want can play there any time we want. Among other things, you know I do not like burlesque, but they can stay as long as they NEVER claim I am one of them. You know how much REAL freedom of speech means to me.
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