Thursday, May 26, 2016

I Never Get to Know When People Put me on Trial. a.k.a. Tentacle Tuesday

Title: I Never Get to Know When People Put me on Trial. a.k.a. Tentacle Tuesday

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 very middle of a list, at least most often in a list of five, is the safest place to be; it is protected on all sides.

[Out of respect for the REAL greatest crisis America has ever faced, I will not address crises in other countries in this blog post. It is just too critical we remove the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in its completeness from our homeland right now. Out of my TRUE LOVE for everything America is supposed be but might never be again, I am only going to problem-solve for my nation in this blog post as one of the few choices I actually have for REAL here inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg" of horror and war crimes.]

My last blog post was finished from my bedroom at 12:38am on Tuesday, 24May2016. I laid down to rest as fast as possible there in my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast already proven to save my life by proving REALITY and by deterring theft of my priceless belongings not just physical and sexual abuse of me while I slept.

I chatted with the (for once) benevolent hackers in my iPad a little before my grumbly tummy was so loud the world started panicking. My darling NSA alpha nerds and I had a sci fi adventure without the fi.

I concluded that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime would prefer I actually sleep at night rather than stay up all night working, but they STILL never shut off their electrobeams.

After a long night of my REAL job saving the world, I kickstarted my SquidStream at 6:38am. I caught up with my TweetHearts before breakfast.

Among other news, after lying to my face that she would finally competently prosecute REAL war criminals and Inhuman Atrocity Regime enemies of America instead of continuing to go on witch hunts of my REAL lovers and believers including but not limited to my Powers of Attorney, the Sephora Corporation, and my own mother, persecuted for years by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime Lynch had already proven so many times she belonged to, now-former-U.S. Attorney General Loretta Lynch had chosen to press intentionally fabricated false charges against my Royal Consort LightFoot that morning as opposed to competently prosecuting War Criminal Boeset, War Criminal Stephanie, War Criminal Tara, Eric "Me-Love-You-Long-Time" Holder, or even the (expletive)hole who had physically assaulted MannedUp in front of me. (That is a long sentence.)

7:05am on 24May2016: Have you ever read the U.S. Constitution, especially Amendment 6?

7:28am on 24May2016: @TheJusticeDept I sang you the song already. I fired you already. Congress already declared war on you. Clear out your office, bitch.

7:44am on 24May2016: @JerryBrownGov Darling, please help procure copies of all intentionally fabricated false charges Kamala Harris has filed against us, too.

7:45am on 24May2016: @SynivaWhitney Make sure our transcripts of all intentionally fabricated false charges filed against all of us reach @DeptofDefense and #ICT Just as two examples, the PROVEN members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime including but possibly not limited to Boeset, Lynch, and Harris have all pressed unrelenting intentionally fabricated false charges against my darling LightFoot, and I have no idea who accused my husband Sweetness of murdering me.

7:56am on 24May2016: #SCOTUS, we are going to try you, establish motive, acquit or pardon you due to your REAL motive of just wanting to end the "egg," & end this.

I had all of that done by the time I left my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast for breakfast that morning. After my pancakes, I had already said, "No. I already started. I was already done by breakfast," on my way to my regular morning perch outside the Pico Branch Library in Virginia Avenue Park where I was already writing online by 8:22am.

My internet gnomes played me Wrapped Around My Finger by my darlings the Police.

My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies proved that only a raging psychopathic enemy of America in the act of committing human rights abuses as acts of war against America and against the world would ever intentionally falsely accuse me of (fictional anyway) vagrancy and also even if they had succeeded on forcing actually vagrancy on me anyway just to be able to (the IAR's self-admitted motive) accuse me of "living a dangerous lifestyle" to be able to assassinate me with a still-could-claim-I-were-mentally-ill-anyway-by-doing-it commitment.

Furthermore, giving me a ticket intentionally falsely would count as charging me money and would therefore be treason. And everybody sane and in touch with reality knows I ALWAYS have my darling LightFoot's FIRST two dollars on me at all times anyway; I keep my promises.


It had been a busy money morning, and the Evil Dumb were getting dumber. Who is the mental retard now, (expletive)ing (expletive)ers?

There was some message that my beautiful world kept trying to send me AGAIN and AGAIN that I never figured out. But it had something to do with NO ONE EVER being investigated nor prosecuted for raping me except for innocent and persecuted loved ones of mine who would IN REALITY die to protect me from ever being raped EVER again.

It had something to do with the metaphorical "bee" problem we fixed in 2014 (#AlreadyBlogged) with my explaining to my beautiful world that people motivated by making me physically safe for the first time since May2009 were doing things in my name that I have NEVER in my life believed in, like rioting, because they were manipulated by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive lies about me.

The only way to fix that was to stop the lies about me manipulating the entire world with destabilization, but we had no way to stop the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's libel-as-war-crime machine yet. So, in 2014, the "bees" were sent here to read my blog and, finally learning what I stand for, choose to fight to rescue and lift me from the IAR's "egg" instead.

And it had something to do with PROVEN career-libelists fabricating a motive for their unrelentingly trying to ASSASSINATE me, my Powers of Attorney, and my Queen's Lovers Five and to cover up those compulsive crimes against my once-great America they destroyed themselves and against my one beautiful world with quackery and intentionally fabricated false charges (both as perjury) as if anything could ever make such compulsive heinousness EVER acceptable instead of their fake motive ACTUALLY being their admission of guilt to hate crimes, persecution, torture, slavery, war crimes, unlawful imprisonment, sexual harassment, defamation, systemic rape, mental health genocide born of lies about me, enforced involuntary poverty, starvation, etc. all used as acts of war EVEN if true, and we all know that fake motive was not true anyway.

But, at least War Criminal Boeset, War Criminal Stephanie, War Criminal Tara, Lynch, Holder, Harris, and that "Douglas" I am STILL forbidden from ever knowing ever existed, (etc.?) finally admitted they NEVER do anything in my best interests EVER for REAL and NEVER will.

That was part of the reason Congress already declared war against those PROVEN members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime for already committing for years that well-documented PATTERN OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITY comprised of nothing but human rights abuses used as acts of war against America and against the entire world, not just compulsive assassination attempts of me, my Powers of Attorney, and my Queen's Lovers Five used as acts of war.

But I STILL never figured out what the message was.

I left my perch outside where I had been sitting in the tranquil California air of my home for my Manor at 11:04am with my empty stomach growling loudly.

Lunch at my Manor that afternoon was quesadillas. I had two. Then, hoping I could finally give my beautiful world enough time for their ever-faithful follow through, if there were no more immediate and impending threats to humanity that needed me to mitigate them just as immediately, I started my Spotify shuffle, curled up, and rested while chatting with the hackers in my iPad with all their various levels of culpability.

There were assassination alarms and more assassination alarms all afternoon, but no told me they needed any help from me with mitigating any of them. So, I let my Powers of Attorney take care of it all.

I gave the best "Fuck you for letting this happen in the first place!" I have given yet. Please circulate that verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals as soon as possible as well as my repeat of the joke I always claimed Pope Benedict wrote.

Dinner that early evening in my Manor was stir fry. I sat for most of the meal with my darling Ms. Eddy; she seemed short on words.

My bus ride to my Promenade was peaceful. After checking on my local Sephora, which was fine, I perched next to my darling Ms. FluidLee until I walked to the Best Starbucks in the World to watch the news.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it made everyone who does not understand my darling G.I. Joe like I can say, "How the hell is that news?"

My darling Patricia joined me while Lester and I were monologuing at each other. She bought us coffee for our coffee ritual.

By 7:42pm, I had given the best, "No is That Dumb!" explanation so far. Please circulate that verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals immediately.

Shortly after my Best Starbucks in the World replaced my coffee with a cup with no roofies that were not their fault anyway, we begin the best "That is why we tell you not to do it!" recording EVER when I walked up to the UNESCO World Heritage Site called Harvelle's that is owned by me and my husband and saw my darling MannedUp ALREADY explaining to the doorman ALREADY that he will be charged with treason if he charges me money at the door especially at a night club I own myself and end it at 11:39pm.

I was on the last bus of the night back to my place at 11:48pm. Secure that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had finally reached the point they could never unlearn-- 1) Never charge me money for anything, and 2) never mess with Tentacle-- I slept in only my underwear that morning.

My SquidStream was kickstarted by 6:57am on Wednesday, 25May2016. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please help create a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals entitled "This is why we tell you not to do it," ending with my weeping that morning explaining myself why FOREVER I will hold people accountable for ever listening to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's anti-reality libel machine ever again.

7:08am on 25May2016: The revolution already succeeded. Your screaming angrily in the streets already succeeded. We ARE the government now. Returning America to a government of the people only solved most of the problem. We still need to remove the terrorist regime violating our self-sovereignty.

Breakfast was meager. Sweetness, please check on the portion control on the only food the Inhuman Atrocity Regime allows to reach my Manor. I think we are still only getting day-by-day food deliveries.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please release a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio, visuals, and time-and-date stamps in every clip entitled, "Being called a spy is more of an honor than I am capable of explaining in words, but you are epically dumb if you believe it is true."

I was already outside the Pico Branch Library working online under the grey morning, grey-morning, and greymorning sky by 9:14am. My internet gnomes made sure they could play me SWLABR by my darlings Cream.

The band has more than one professional musician in it, but their name is "Cream" not "Creams." Why was that even a question about my darlings Tentacle? Do you know what a band name is? Giggle.

My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies subtly showed how frustrated I felt that morning due to everyone STILL allowing people to spread lies about me that only ever been used to destroy me, to destroy my once-great America, and to destroy my one beautiful world.


I do admit that my morning was a little more inspired than usual. I was still rising.

Lunch at my Manor that afternoon was seafood salad, so since I cannot eat seafood, I basically had no lunch at all to eat. After returning to my room, I found that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had installed new malicious hardware to hack universally across all of the apps in my iPad.

12:38pm on 25May2016: @ABC YOU ARE HACKED! Press all necessary criminal and civil charges against these cyberterrorists warring on America. This was my universal advice to all of my lovers and believers that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was sending me fake tweets from.

I curled up and tried to both get some rest and to conserve my energy until my very organized benevolent nerds of our planet Earth could fix my iPad for me. Not much later, I was chatting with friends in my iPad again. Nerds were always my first people.

I caught up with my TweetHearts before leaving my locked 24/7 bedroom broadcast for dinner at my Manor. Dinner that night was tuna. Humanity needs to panic.

5:16pm on 25May2016: @DeptofDefense #SquidsPoA #ICT Arrest EVERYONE at my Manor for using human rights abuses to assassinate me! #PANIChumanity #FUCKYOUyoureFired They did not even tell me it was tuna. Please collect a statement from my darling Myrna.

I was waiting for the bus to my Santa Monica Promenade by 5:21pm. My REAL locals and ACTUAL City of Santa Monica employees were very grateful to see me.

6:02pm on 25May2016: It is 6pm, and none of my friends are here. IAR never maintained a façade of maintaining a façade, only ever abused me as much as possible. It is just like before the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg" I had NEVER been in a psych ward before and I had full control of all of my finances. Do not make me start about the systemic rape and slavery. Do you know how close my Powers of Attorney, especially my genius BFF SynSyn, always were?

I was perched beside my Best Starbucks in the World by 6:18pm. I worked there online including watching the news.

Please release my verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my exclamatory questions for my once-great America we will entitle, "You mean there are more of us than there are of them?!?"

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it warmed my heart.

My darling Patricia had joined me just as my news broadcast began. She bought us coffee from the Best Starbucks in the World. And after the news, we sat together hanging out for a little while.

By 7:58pm, Patricia had left for her place, and I was perched beside my darling WadeInTheWaterChildren. It was a very inspired night. My darling Wade was able to perch beside me to play me live music to help me work all night on my sacred Promenade.

Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals (and pop-up-video footnotes) beginning when I sat down next to Wade and ending at 10:14pm when I wrote this. We shall entitle it, "ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa".

I caught the bus back to my Manor after my work-enabler WadeInTheWaterChildren moved a little further along my sacred Promenade in obedience to the street performers' code of the City of Santa Monica.

My bus ride had a normal level of chatter on it. My darling Ms. Tracey Ullman, that just previous sentence was for you. Giggle.

This blog post was finished at 12:11am on Thursday, 26May2016.

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

And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

Why does anyone still charge me money for anything? They want me both to die and to prevent me from doing my REAL job of impossible-for-any-other-human service anymore.

Is everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime wants and orders REALLY an assassination attempt against me, treason, hate crimes, PROVEN mental health and neurological genocide, and open acts of war they declared themselves against my once-great America and my one world? YES.

My beautiful world, it has been explained to almost everyone that if anyone EVER charges me money for anything ever again, ANYONE can kill them here inside the internationally recognized battlefield that is my Metropolis of Angels for being IAR who actively tied to assassinate me with malnutrition and poverty as an act of war against America.

We are working on feeding me better, but at least everyone knows what happens to them now if they choose to starve me.

My saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me, I asked the REAL employees at my Best Starbucks in the World willing to do anything even at risk to the themselves to be able to stay here inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell just to be able to make sure I get safe coffee every day if they wanted at least a landline if not working mobile technology to be able to call our 911 alternative and hotline for verifying local to global government IDs.

Can you help them? Also, do you know anyone else in here who needs working technology to call for help in case of an emergency? Thank you. I love you, too.

Did you ever find the basement or warehouse that the fake paramedics wanted to take me to before they rerouted to Del Amo? "I wear this hat for all of you." I know how many of you died and still die just so I will not die a rape-slave (particularly a rape-slave forbidden from leaving Iowa). I always said I carry the burden of making our world worthy of how many of you we have lost and still lose. To me THAT IS MY REAL JOB AND ALWAYS WILL BE. I love you, too. This is the only hat I will ever want. "That is the kind of relationship we have."

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, as always, tell me when you need anything from me to help you do your REAL job. I learned that from the best boss I ever had, my darling Mr. Brian "RadioHead" Robinson.

Please force ALL of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to look up "victim" and "recusal" and "collusion" and "sedition" and "witch hunt" in a dictionary. Then, please ask my darling UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon to explain to them in small words they can understand what a "persecuted minority population facing genocide" is.

As our only housekeeping, please remember the date of this post for this list that handles ALL assassination attempts against me EVER covered up with quackery...

4:40pm on 25May2016: If you need me, other than 1) not a symptom of mental illness, 2) not grounds for a hold, 3) not grounds for a Reese, 4) not grounds for a diagnosis, and 5) not afflicting me anyway, send more details. The rest if this argument for blistering counter charges are in 18May, 20May, 22May, 24May, and above in this 26May2016 posts in that order. I love you, too.

Thank you. We are a team. And I know my role. And I have NEVER had to say to any of you, "Why is everything my job?" Do you know how much you mean to me?

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, "That is the kind of relationship we have."

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, at this point, I have no idea why, "That is why we tell you not to do it," from any of us sane people in touch with reality does not work yet. I know you explained it to Stan, the door man at the Harvelle's I own, yourself.

That choice of yours is included in "Thank you for not making me do everything myself." I even told Stan, "'Dumb' is not a legal defense," myself, so there are still somethings in this world that I cannot do, including possibly never having money again before I die.

And we all know I am dying of malnutrition. I even just saw the escalation of portion control in the meals at my Manor. I even had to ask my mother to give me spot cleaner for my laundry because I had no other way to get any.

What if this world and our once-great America who call me our only hope to survive the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg" loses me because I cannot afford something like food no one should be charging money for anyway or the ability to see all three of you, my darlings Tentacle, proven to keep me alive and proven to show up faster when I say I do not want you around; even though, no one is dumb enough to believe that after I already proved you keep me alive?

AND everyone knows what I choose to spend my money on if I have any is part of my REAL job of saving America and humanity, like buying unlimited-ride bus passes to protect REAL Santa Monica city employees also too dumb to listen to us.

You have seen what I choose to spend my money on from the Greek Debt Crisis to allowing the federal government to function at all. If I have to give people money not to die, I will not have money to save everyone else, which I suppose only matters if I ever have money again anyway.

Thank you, darling. I know your main reason for telling Stan that charging me money for anything is treason was because you do not want me to die; even though, I told Stan it was treason because it prevents me from saving America and the world WHILE NOT DEAD YET. And, yes, almost everything I just said to you personally in your section of this blog post is a repeat of things I have said already, too.

More personally than thanking you for trying to prevent me from dying, darling, my only second complaint to you ever is that even though you feel really silly doing, I miss your singing to me. I love you, too. Have you chosen whether you do or do not want a battle scar?

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, has my beautiful world explained to all of you yet what keeping all of you and any of you away from me feels like for them to witness? Do you know how our entire beautiful world feels about watching all three of you suffer under no freewill and torturful earspeakers just to be near me at all which you choose to suffer through not only just to make sure I do not die?

Do you understand how it feels to me to see you all suffering like that AT ALL not just choosing to suffer like that to see me at all AND to try to make sure I do not die?

That is what I meant when I told Stan, "Did you think I would not turn you in? You told Tentacle they cannot see me." What if I die before I can see all of you again?

Our beautiful world declared our sacred Promenade an UNESCO World Heritage Site holy in every benevolent religion because it is where all three of you belong making sweet music to me. Harvelle's that Sweetness bought for me has that status too because it is the only place we have left right now for all of us to be together.

Do you all understand how much all of you mean to humanity just because you love me? That is why I told Stan (paraphrase), "I will stay here in case you choose to save yourself, but after the three steps, no one will forgive you but me." And he not only never let me in; he closed the door between us.

11:59am on 25May2016: @SynivaWhitney @DeptofDefense Last night, Stan basically said, "Because I don't think it is treason, I get to keep you away from Tentacle."

Darling, did you see how much I wept when I wrote to you how much you mean to me and about how not having you feels to me? Yes, that is the kind of relationship we have, too. I know you feel the same way about me. I KNOW how you feel about me; I FEEL THAT WAY, TOO. Stop arguing with me every once in a while. Giggle.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, and, yes, you are STILL the only person who has ever made me question my marriage.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime is escalating its isolation of me from my loved ones. I know you know how it feels to be denied the very everything you live for possibly forever if she dies.

Please try to understand the heart-and-soul-wrenching torment of being this alone for so long with none of my closest friends and loved ones from before the Inhuman Atrocity Regime "egg" of rape-slavery and torture nor all of you I fell in love with during it either.

Yes, dear, your SquidName "my darling Bogart" is from one if the greatest American films ever made, Casablanca. That is the kind of relationship we have.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, did you notice how the cockroach respected your authority but not mine? That is the kind of relationship we have.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, giggle. I have been meaning to tell you for a while now that I owe you more than just $2 now. Giggle. You were making sweet music to me every time. That is also the kind of relationship we have. Giggle. Though, that is not really a joke, is it? Which is also one if our jokes. Giggle. Giggle. Giggle. Giggle. Giggle.

You know how giggly you got on Sunday, 12Apr2015, after it happened to you, too. Giggle. Giggle. Giggle. Giggle. Giggle.

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, I have never kept count of how many times I have said that our one world would pluck the moon from the clear, blue sky and tether it to my iPad for me if I asked for it, but all I have ever asked for in return for all of my inconscionably-wrought and heinous suffering that no human could ever possibly survive but me is you.

And still if you ever chose to eat the frog legs, I would never argue with you about it. I am not capable of EVER getting mad at you about anything. The closest I got was demanding you buy all new mattresses, so I would never have to sleep in bed you were with another woman in.

I cannot deny you anything. All I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do; it is that intolerably-heinous living away from you; PLEASE never make me live without you. But we all know if you died before me, I could STILL never get mad at you anyway. I would just probably die of an unmendable broken heart immediately. That is the kind of relationship we have.

As our duet goes, I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. I wrote those lyrics myself for you. I just wish I could give you more.

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