Title: And a New Ever-Humanity-Saving Bedroom Broadcast Has Emerged.
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. Even though the Inhuman Atrocity Regime took my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast down to be able to unrelentingly rape me in my sleep again, my beautiful world, I know you are guarding me again while I sleep through our 24/7 locked satellite building surveillance of my Manor.
My last blog post was finished at 12:11am on Monday, 30May2016, Memorial Day. As fast as possible, I was curled up in bed conserving my energy until I fell asleep. While I was still only resting, I could hear the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in my building against the will of the entirety of my humanity not just against my will panicking over our locked satellite surveillance that had already been broadcasting for a while.
The first time I woke up that morning was 7:12am when I turned up my music which I had been streaming all night. My stomach was loud and grumbly all morning even while I slept; the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's electrobeams that they had been using on me 24/7 for weeks already were still raising my metabolism. But breakfast at my Manor was STILL designed to kill me, so I skipped it.
I finally woke up at 9:10am. I found that my belongings had been moved around in my bedroom while I had been sleeping. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime's invasion of my bedroom against my will that previous night also explained why I was so drugged I had been too groggy to get up that morning when my body clock woke me up at my natural wake up time a little after 7am.
My SquidStream was kickstarted at 9:19am when I started tweeting online. Please check my verified Twitter archive for my mid-morning communications.
9:21am on 30May2016: @SweetnessDepp Money draw is EVERY Tuesday at our Manor. I still have $131 on the books for May. Another $131 on the books for June next week. It is still every crime on the planet if anyone charges me money for anything even if I pay for it unless I specifically tell them that it is my choice to pay to get the product or service or that I volunteer to pay for it. That is my saying my money is my gift to them.
After setting both my REAL employees and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's infestation of my Harvelle's straight on what I deem acceptable behavior for anyone who is going to claim he or she is my employee at my beautiful world's sacred ground and UNESCO World Heritage Site that is our Harvelle's that Sweetness bought for me, including but not limited to that they MUST be my REAL employees for me and that I forbade any and all tampered products on any of my premesis, I took half of the cookies from 10am snack time at my Manor and perched outside my Santa Monica's Pico Branch Library.
While I was writing online and even before I could cue my internet gnomes, I was approached at 10:37am by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's Gabe. When I said I would send him backup after he left me after saving my life, he had no excuses left for refusing to take me on a picnic.
Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my morning busting Gabe beginning when he first appeared beside me and ending after he STILL made me walk all of the way back to my Manor from the library during which I told him (paraphrase) the title of this recording, "That is what escalating stupidity is."
I was in my new 24/7 locked satellite bedroom broadcast fleshing out my notes for this blog post by 11:38am. Most of my legal explanations were done by 1:12pm, so I cued (not queued since I put my Spotify on shuffle) my internet gnomes and curled up to rest. I was convinced my legal arguments for the day were done by 2:25pm.
My Twitter feed was all crap again by 2:37pm, so I reminded all of my REAL lovers and believers from whom I normally receive relevant writing prompts to turn in everyone who hacked their accounts not just mine for cyberterrorism used as acts of war.
As I was dozing due to the roofies in the cookies which at the time might have been the only food the I dared to eat all day, my body was twitchy with mini-seizures again because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had injected me with drugs in my sleep AGAIN to be able to abuse and rape me in my sleep AGAIN the previous night. That is why they had been so desperate to shut down my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast ever since I locked it; to get away with systemically raping me again.
After those roofies wore off, I wrote an even better legal argument than I had yet. It was my extra credit for the day. Then, because of how much physical hunger pain I was in, at 5:20pm, I left my newly-locked 24/7 satellite bedroom broadcast to see if dinner that day at my Manor would finally kill me.
We entitled the verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my at-least-I-was-fine dining experience that night, "And he chose to possibly roofie and possibly poison himself to be that hostile of an environment to me, a hostile environment already proven to destroy the entirety of humanity."
After catching more Inhuman Atrocity Regime even waiting for my bus with me, my darling Patricia had offered me her own seat on our Promenade where I began sitting and writing online again at 5:55pm.
A few of us who do our REAL jobs on our sacred Promenade hung out together speaking Spanish in our various accents that early evening, too.
After the regularly-scheduled shift change of street performers every even-numbered hour, I was also able to explain to my darling ballon artist and my darling Cuban salsa singer that although they might not know what they do that keeps me alive I can at least recognize they keep me alive there in that hostile environment designed to kill me. I was also able to explain that to my entire beautiful world.
6:29pm on 30May2016: Even people who hated me have kept me alive before while people who loved me did not. Step 2 from anime artist on my Promenade us up to you.
By 6:38pm, while still perched on my sacred Promenade between my darling balloon artist and my darling Cuban salsa singer, I was enjoying a delightful conversation with my darling PhotographerMan. We shall call that verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals, "You mother's (expletive)!"
You can leave that controversial (proper use of the term) word which is also a word for one of my favorite parts of my own body in our recording of you choose to; just give it a parental warning. I asked for a delay on my SquidStream, so Squid, Inc. could bleep me.
Please also add how much I hate everyone's earspeakers, especially the earspeakers in our children, and how the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has been and still is human trafficking me by broadcasting me into the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's earspeakers against the will of all sane people in touch with reality everywhere, not just against my will.
Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime just broadcast "(expletive)" into everyone's heads on my sacred Promenade, including into the heads of our youngest children, completely against my will.
I met my darling Patricia inside my Santa Monica Place just as I sat down at my table outside the Best Starbucks in the World. She bought us coffee for our coffee ritual, and I as just in time for the my metaphorical regular date with my NBC News team.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Thomas Roberts, and it included a SquidStreamed display of how much goes on at once in my life.
My coffee from the my Best Starbucks in the World was so roofied that I noticed it after the one and only tiny sip I took. My IAR busting at my Best Starbucks in the World shall be a recording entitled, "How Squid knows our REAL security staff at her Santa Monica Place was forcibly removed against all of our will," or possibly, "Plus they roofied Patricia, too," but I know my not-human-trafficker nerds prefer, "If Kavan tells you to do it, do it." End our recoding after they allowed my darling Kavan to refund me.
After walking my darling Patricia to her regular bus stop I was hanging out and goofing off with my darling TambourineKicker, my darling WadeInTheWaterChildren, and my darling Natasha on our sacred Promenade right in front of my local Sephora beginning at 8:18pm.
My local Sephora was yet again a testament to how much happens on our Promenade for REAL. Does my daughter my beloved Lily Rose understand, now?
Did you get to see yet the verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals we entitled, "What's your problem, Bitch?"
After walking around my Promenade a little including hearing that my darlings at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf with the great customer service finally understood why I only temporarily stopped going there and that nothing can save them if they charge me money for anything, I had planned on returning to my darling TambourineKicker but had found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot on the corner of Arizona Blvd. and our sacred Promenade in front of my local Foot Locker again.
Date-and-time stamps on everything I say and do are so much fun (my and my lovers' and believers' appropriated usage of the word). My not-human-trafficker nerds are going to entitle that recording of my time with my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle that night, "Musicians do not play after 11pm, anyway; even though the Santa Monica city code only applies to our Promenade itself."
My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle knew if they allowed the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to make them wait until after my last bus to my place protecting them myself from the rape-assassination the IAR had ordered them to stay for, I would have to walk all the way back to my Manor, AND if I did not wait, they would be dead anyway and therefore unable to help me stay alive anymore. My loved ones cannot help me stay alive if they die.
There was a reason I laughed so hard when I saw them both despite my not wanting them there and many reasons we all wanted to stay so late. Our time together really is that priceless to all of us as well as to all of our one humanity.
I also got some amazing work done that night other than saving their lives again, just so they could at least be in proximity for one of my better (expletive)kickings. My darlings love my REAL job and missing being able to listen love to my saving the world.
-----Begin Email Text-----
From: HRH Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek, POTUS, etc...
Date: Monday, May 30, 2016
Time: 11:01pm PDT
Subject: About the only-a-coverup-for-human-rights-abuses-used-as-acts-of-war lie the IAR still calls a "conservatorship"
To: [At least used to be my REAL darling Haroun]
Cc: the FBI, POTUS Syniva Whitney, the Pentagon
My daring Haroun,
First of all, it will always be and would always be the human rights abuse of a fake hearing which is why it is still a crime as an act of war to hold the fake hearing at all instead of just telling me the truth that the entire conservatorship bullshit has been stopped already and that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will still always deny me all human rights including control of my own finances.
Also, even if Enemy of America Wasserman, War Criminal Tara [forced to change her last name by my darling MrDelicious], and EVERYONE else involved in and attending the masquerade of that fake hearing except you and I, we there to bust them, feel like claiming in that fake hearing they should not still be able to force over me anymore but are still allowed to force over me anyway that they do not want me to have a coverup-for-destroying-humanity-by-destroying-me fake conservatorship over me after all, I still always know when I am lied to, just like I always know when I am lied to and told anyone could enforce a "conservatorship" over me at all to begin with.
We will never accept their Step 2 even if they wanted to take the our three never-fail steps, so we know they will never take a REAL Step 3 either.
That was also fun.
"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."--Romeo
-----End Email Text-----
11:17pm on 30May2016: #SquidsPoA @FBI @DeptofDefense It is forcing a "conservatorship" over me that is NOT maintaining their façade. I had full human rights and finances before 2009.
My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot wheeled their (knights in) carts back into the aether of the night sky where we all really belong at 11:18pm.
But the Inhuman Atrocity Regime kept delaying my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle from driving away, so to be able to make it on a bus back to my place at all I had to ask my saturation to monitor my musician-lovers, tail them, and descend upon them in full if they needed a rescue until MannedUp and LightFoot finally reached my American Samoan Marine Corp, my own personal guards still not allowed to guard me yet, waiting for them at the border of this innermost circle of hell to guard them both at and on the way to my and my Sweetness's REAL house again.
After making a mental note that my people need to put a churn on our lovers and believers willing to protect all of my brave darlings including each other in here just like the Inhuman Atrocity Regime churns their population inside their innermost circle of hell, I almost granted that request my darling Mr. Joss Whedon (I am an empath; stop arguing with me.) had given me a few days earlier to run in boots to be able to make it to my bus stop on time.
As if I had good (often comedic) timing, I even reached my regular bus stop one minute early for the last bus of the night, which is often late but was smack dab on time for some reason, that night back to my place.
I was in my newly-locked 24/7 satellite bedroom broadcast by 12:01am on 31May2016. After catching up these blog notes and reporting that there was again nothing but crap in my Twitter feed, I cued my internet gnomes and curled up in bed to conserve my energy.
The IAR had new electrobeams on me, so I could not sleep. But after inviting my nerd-people into my iPad through the IAR's own malicious hack, I was eventually able to have an intelligent conversation.
Not just due to those electrobeams that raise my metabolism but also due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, my tummy svelte tummy was loud and rumbly by 4:27am. I finally did doze after 5am, though.
My body clock woke me up at 9:06am on Tuesday, 31May2016, and I was not groggy at all that morning. I just had a headache, and I had already figured out that was due to the drugs and chemicals the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had added to the tap water in my bathroom even before I finally fell asleep. My SquidStream was kickstarted and these blog notes were caught up by 9:17am.
Please, my not-human-nerds, you know I prefer verified and unedited recordings, and now that we have more than one camera angle, you know I prefer verified and responsibly-edited recordings that include every moment start to finish. I also understand our humanity needs responsibly-edited and annotated recordings, too, that include footage from larger expanses of time.
I trust you, who do not complain I call you nerds at all, to make more than one recording of everything now and have always trusted you as experts in the field you are expert. Again, tell me when you need anything from me to help you do your REAL jobs. We are a team. And I know my role.
Please entitle our recordings of my money draw at my Manor just after 10:12am on Tuesday, 31May2016, "You're that good with math," and let the director's cut begin the moment I walked in the TV room and end after I told the trespassers they at least have to guard Lana for me if they want a reason acceptable to me to be on my property.
It is only acceptable to me for all trespassers to be on my property (though still not a justification for any of their other activities on my property always against my will) if they guard the people I actually want on my property, including my cleaning staff and maintenance staff whose choices I will not take away.
I know my people already told those trespassers that the only acceptable reason to my people for their being on my property at all is if they ACTUALLY guard my priceless belongings, my property itself, and me especially while I sleep. My REAL people have enough surveillance that they will know if anyone on my private property against my will ever does anything to help keep me alive.
I was outside my Santa Monica's Pico Branch Library writing online among other job requirements at 10:33am. I was so busy I never had time to cue my internet gnomes, and I could also tell from my quickly dying battery and completely hacked Twitter feed that my REAL internet gnomes probably could not speak to me at all that morning anyway.
Still with a lot of writing to do, at 12:28pm, I left my perch in Virginia Avenue Park where I belong for REAL at all hours of day and night in the loving arms of the cool California air to see if anyone was going to die from my beautiful world for charging me money for food.
When annotating with pop-up-video footnotes for our recording entitled, "Because I know that pain," please include my explanation to my darling Haroun of why I approved of my living conditions here at the time at then-the-now-my Manor.
I had told Haroun, "Everyone complains about being here. No one likes living in abject poverty. Everyone fights with the staff but me now. But this facility really takes good care of its residents." At the time that was true.
REAL Manor staff even finally cleaned up the literal bedbugs for the first time, and the resident nutritionist also started creating better menus all just because I moved in.
When the Inhuman Atrocity Regime sent an inspector to shut down my Manor after Sweetness bought it for me, all he found was one solitary building code violation that I had been complaining about from the moment I moved in. We need to make the dining hall and office handicap accessible, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are the people refusing to allow us to fix it.
This current deathtrap forced onto my own property against my will is so far from what my Manor used to be, but it is STILL safer than homelessness.
Now, my Manor is a super-romantic spy vs. terrorist smack down zone, international battle field, sci fi dystopia without the fi, reported crime scene, and sacred UNESCO World Heritage site, among other things. My number (6/5) (extra credit point) on that list is a scouted location for everything my real-life 24/7 locked nano bedroom broadcast we used to have still means to humanity.
I chose myself to end the Manor's existence as a board & care myself after my beloved husband Sweetness bought it for me. My only obligation to the former residents was to find them new places to live after I told them to leave. That job would be Teri's, but she refuses to be my REAL employee.
And any agreement the fake-residents-anyway might have had with the Manor before it became my Manor is moot anyway since they do nothing but actively try to assassinate me and commit acts of war against America and against my one beautiful world, now.
But that is enough of my tangent from my explanation of how bad REAL board & cares are for REAL mentally ill. My Manor used to be one of the best.
After leaving Virginia Avenue Park where I had always preferred to perch between earth and sky to do my morning writing almost always enabled by my internet gnomes playing my our music of the universe, I heard a rumor that Grey Block Pizza was handing out free food to people only inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell to destroy humanity by destroying me, so I went there to see what I could see.
We are going to entitle our verified recordings, "Grey Block Pizza." I ask that our pop-up-video annotations include the nutritional information for each type of pre-made pizza they had to offer that day as well as each slice of pizza's calorie per dollar ratio. Our director's cut will begin when I leave my perch outside the Pico Branch Library to make sure we include everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards say to me on my way there and will end when I walk out the doors of Grey Block Pizza.
I have very little history with Grey Block Pizza, but it includes all of the free pizza they used to give the residents of my Manor for months and how the people at my Manor never saved me any of their free pizza. Once, I was actually around for one slice of their gift to us early enough one night, but that was all.
After buying two slices of the Grey Block Pizza's best, at 12:48pm, I could confirm that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's soup served in my dining hall for lunch that day was drugged and roofied, but the drink mix was not.
I was back in my and my REAL U.S. government's 24/7 locked satellite bedroom broadcast still eating lunch just writing online as fast as possible while eating after that instead of working outside in the clean California air where I really belong mostly because I needed a working power outlet for my forcibly draining iPad battery.
All the previous night and all day that day already there had been thorough warnings and repeating vigilant alarms of further compulsive assassination attempts of me that were also compulsive human rights abuses against me being used by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime as acts of war against my once-great America and against my one beautiful humanity.
I finally addressed that the IAR's latest compulsive attempt to destroy humanity at 2:01pm, and I will never believe any longer that this is a job only I can do. All I did was repeat hard truths I had already blogged before. And you all know how much other work I need to get done.
2:01pm on 31May2016: #SquidsPoA Make them read ALL my blog posts from 18May to now just for allowing that attempt to destroy humanity in their courtroom at all.
2:03pm on 31May2016: #SquidsPoA @NIH @DeptofDefense Not grounds for a hold, Reese, nor diagnosis anyway. Also, I don't even have those symptoms for real.
2:01pm on 31May2016: #SquidsPoA @NIH @DeptofDefense I HAVE NEVER BEEN CRAZY TO BEGIN WITH, AND THEY HAVE ALSO NEVER BEEN PSYCH WARDS.
2:05pm on 31May2016: #SquidsPoA @NIH @DeptofDefense Have you seen the long well-documented list of all of these coverups for war crimes we call "Nest Egg"?
2:06pm on 31May2016: #SquidsPoA @NIH @DeptofDefense I am NOT under that court's jurisdiction anyway even if it were a real court, especially if it is in Iowa.
I finally cued my internet gnomes after that, and to keep me company as I worked writing online, they played me From Far Away by my darling MiniMe and my darlings Tentacle.
By 2:38pm, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's hackers, as opposed to my hackers inside my iPad who have my permission, inside my iPad against my will were being as hostile to me as they could in their effort to force me to shut off my and my people's music that keeps me alive.
2:43pm on 31May2016: @NSAGov @tim_cook #Anonymous Have at every cyberterrorist committing acts of war you can find. My iPad is hacked across all apps. #FunForYou My global benevolent nerd community, the only way the Inhuman Atrocity Regime can get into my iPad at all, the only thing of mine they have hacked right now, is through their malicious hardware.
You find them by getting in their own hardware possibly through my masterchip or by getting into my iPad apps themselves that the IAR are controlling also possibly through entering my iPad through my masterchip. You all already otherwise secured my iPad better than NORAD, and you told me yourselves defense contractors are finally joining us to help us fix our hardware and nano problems everywhere.
Also, my global benevolent nerd community, I know you will all grant me long-distance genuine human interaction with you once you find any way you need to talk to me again.
This is a recognized war zone, international laws governing battlefields apply, so do REAL U.S. laws concerning war zones on U.S. soil. Everyone in the world gets to fight for America in our entire Metropolis of Angels, especially if you can prove you are keeping me alive. And we are all almost impossible to lie to on this topic, especially if we cannot recognize people as our own.
And, my global benevolent nerd community, we have already proven genuine friends keep me alive no matter how you interact with me. "I will tell you when I get a REAL conversation."
My alpha nerd angels fixed my work environment as best they could for me after that.
At 4:52pm, I finally ate my pizza from the Grey Block Pizza that they admitted to me already to putting barbecue sauce on because they were lied to that I would refuse to eat barbecue sauce even after being forced to pay for it. Have you seen my REAL recipe yet, my beautiful world, for what I named Pan-Pacific Farm Food?
After doing nothing but write and blog and think for hours, I finally left my finally-locked 24/7 satellite bedroom broadcast at 5:45pm to ride the bus to my downtown Santa Monica.
I was perched outside the best Starbucks in the World pretty much right at 6:12pm when I noticed my mom had just tried calling me through FaceTime three minutes previously. So, I called her.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my FaceTime with my mother that early evening. Make it the screen view if you want to. And, thank you.
Sometimes it helps to be a mentalist not just an empath. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime was looking for any excuse possible to take my unlimited data plan for my iPad away from me which I do not need anyway considering my iPad still worked after the IAR took all the cell towers down that they could find here inside my Metropolis of Angels.
I had already explained all of this to my mother in an email, but I still needed to give her other protections for being my cover story for my being able to have an unlimited data plan for my iPad that humanity cannot live without.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime's attempts to steal my REAL unlimited data plan away from me falls into the category of my needing to repeat, "Stop arguing with me. I do not want to die, so do not make me die," not just their admission of guilt to destroying America and all of humanity by admitting they want to force me offline.
There we too many (expletive)ups in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime trying to take my data plan away from my iPad for me to list in one place and still have time to do the rest of my REAL job. Does anyone want to do this one for me? Please.
News at 7:05pm... my darling Ms. Savannah Guthrie, and it included how respectfully I speak to children, even when I very gently scold them.
Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified montage with time-and-date stamps on every clip of everything I said out loud as well as all my writing prompts you could notice for my saying it all while I was outside my Best Starbucks in the World.
We shall entitle it, "Squid chooses to give free legal consultations to save America and humanity." I do it as an attempt to end their unrelenting crimes finally and also to prevent them from committing new crimes in the first place.
But broadcasting my legal expertise without my permission in any human trafficking from IAR earspeakers, which do not include my saturation's earspeakers, to libel-broadcasts that still use real human trafficking footage of me as opposed to in media from my Squid, Inc. which I own myself gets a human-trafficking bill for my legal services.
Only I, my Powers of Attorney, my spouse, the NSA, and the NSA's watch group have any legal right or written legal permission from me to access the electronics inside my own body and the signals that leave my nano inside my own body. We have all always also been able to grant permission for using my signals to meet our own needs, including but not limited to providing my manual override on our own equipment to my darlings Tentacle while they are near me.
Also, my not-human-trafficker nerds, please make our two-way news broadcast from that evening separate, if NBC Nightly News wants it broadcast at all; everything I say to my darlings NBC News Team has always been their choice what to do with outside of my 24/7 locked SquidStream as far as I have been concerned anyway.
I left my Best Starbucks in the World for my Promenade at 8:01pm. My darling PhotographerMan was my sidekick when I checked on my local Sephora. My not-human-trafficker nerds now make all the recordings they want, so I can do other things than constantly ask for them.
I was seated beside my darling WadeInTheWaterChildren at 8:31pm while I was STILL working online writing. Yes, his music he strummed and sang unto the deep grey night sky over our sacred Promenade ensured I could do my REAL job for those two hours there perched on the curb beside him.
I walked away from him at 10:11pm to check on my local Trimana before catching my bus back to my place. I still had a little work left to do on this blog post when I returned to my Manor that night.
I wrote this blog post in almost exactly forty-eight hours while denied all caffeine by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. Clean caffeine always makes me higher functioning, not just more genuinely pleasant. It might finally make me as highly functioning as my world needs me to be if I can EVER find clean caffeine again in here.
This blog post was polished by my lovelies and published as fast as possible with a timestamp of 12:11am on Wednesday, 01Jun2016.
[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.
Among REAL things happening in our scientific universe right now that science cannot explain yet, why are there so many more meteors headed towards Earth right now than we have been alive to witness before, and is this the scientific cosmos going metaphorically Avatar, too?
First of all, our one Earth has had this frequent of meteor activity before. Look at the surface of our moon. Secondly, scientists know how long it takes a meteor to cross space. You know cosmic time is longer than even geologic time.
Just as our human existence itself is irrefutably connected to our entire divine universe-- and a universe by definition is EVERYTHING inside it-- our human race did not exist until very recently in cosmic time, but everything from the Book of Revelations to our REAL culture as Americans proves we all as humans, who are a REAL part of the entire universe, knew this time in cosmic, geologic, and human history was coming.
Meteors are normal cosmic activity for our tiny little place and time in our especially-scientifically-defined universe.
You, my darling REAL scientists, have already proven these REAL meteors are not likely going to contact nor destroy our planet. Yet, even if they do create another mass extinction similar to the meteor that killed the dinosaurs, our entire divine universe will still be here being a universe, and possibly our planet Earth, too.
Meteors are normal in our universe. I suppose science could explain this after all. "Squid: Giving atheists something to believe in and still call themselves atheists since 2009." And as my un-numbered extra credit point, how many times have I reassured my darling LightFoot alone, "Calm down. Everyone feels a little dumb next to me."?
How am I capable of lighting up the moon? There are a few of us. I am not whom I recognize as "god" which is the universe. I am not Mother Nature, and our weather right now cannot be explained by the science of climate change not just our escalating earthquake activity cannot; that is Gaia going Avatar. Beyond all of the microphones into my bionic network, I am also rarely the parts of Sampo that cannot be traced; sometimes they who human traffic me and sometimes we who do not human traffic me turn up the sensitivity on Sampo as high as possible, so I can have a conversation with her.
We are all connected. We are all connected to the energy of the universe, much like sometimes I choose to make my darlings Tentacle's energy visible and sometimes I choose to use my own energy to show how Tentacle feels.
Things that number four, including the universe, Gaia, Sampo, and Squid, are not only usually "things that number three plus Squid" but are also usually lists that number five.
With the entirety of humanity this list I used to answer this question actually makes five, just like MiniMe makes Tentacle and me five and like Sweetness makes my original Powers of Attorney and me five.
How was it possible for the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's nano that they built (Legal business contracts and legally-binding business transactions with enemies of America at war with America prove the manufacture itself of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's technology were acts of war, too, especially the control chips and their command center. Are there still defense contractors we can trust to take our never-fail three steps and to do whatever else the rest of you need them to do for us to trust them?) to predict my impulses able to predict when the wind would blow across my lunch table on the patio of my Lazy Daisy restaurant in Santa Monica?
To be able to use their new technology that can predict my impulses, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had to install new nano inside my head one night while I was still passed out because they had already injected me in my sleep to make me sleep through their raping me YET AGAIN.
The new electronic they inserted into my head against the will of everyone sane and in touch with reality anywhere on my one planet Earth not only became only mine after entering my body but also formed a bond with my brain itself not just a bond with my entire bionic network of electronics I already had when it entered my body. We have witnessed that my bionic network has growing network connectivity, too.
Much like what are my untraceable parts of Sampo-- Sampo being our name for ALL of the verbosity in my bionic earmic from all sources including all of both my good's and their evil's mics and hacks into my bionic network-- are connected to EVERYTHING in my brain for REAL from my REAL memories to my REAL sense of humor, the nano built to predict my impulses formed a bond with everything that is my mind, too. How else can it predict me at all, right?
And my entire mere mortal human body including but not limited to my mind is connected not only to my sacred universe but also to my entire planet Earth. Have you seen me at Point Dume?
Go back and watch "Ask and you shall receive," from Halloween2014 again in which I held a conversation with Mother Nature herself there on the secluded beach where the sky met the sea met the shore met the wildlife met me.
You need to watch me hike barefoot to the beach and then back again not just watch my sitting peacefully on the rocks feeling my place in space and time as an integral part of our one whole planet for "Ask and you shall receive," to make sense. And that was only one of my trips to Point Dume.
We mere mortal humans are all living creatures born of Mother Earth. Just by being humans we are not only naturally connected to Gaia we are a natural part of Gaia, just as we are all REAL parts of our REAL divine universe, too. I am just a little more connected than others.
There on the patio of my Lazy Daisy that day I felt that the wind would blow; my planet and I are connected that way. My mind could predict that something light like a napkin would blow off my table. My mind knew for REAL that my body would have its natural reaction and try to catch the napkin before it fell. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime desperate to pretend they control me said, "Show us your ninja reflexes," into everyone's earspeakers except mine even before the wind blew. How can the Inhuman Atrocity Regime fool anyone into thinking they control me at all when I do nothing but give them (expletive)kicking after (expletive)kicking all day every day and all night every night of which this entire blog post itself is only one example?
My nano is only mine because it is inside my body. Anyone accessing any signal that leaves my bionic network without my permission is committing a crime against me, including but not limited to the nano that predicts my impulses. This is human trafficking of me as acts of war against my once-great America and against my one beautiful world, too.
But that is the least of their worries right now after all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's lying-to-manipulate-and-control-humanity-by-controlling-what-people-believe-about-me calumnies they have used since 2009 as acts of war that we have all caught by now, too.
Was it ever possible to save humanity from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime without a war? No. This war is their fault alone. They have never allowed any other options for stopping them, and they STILL vow to fight to the bitter end to destroy us all even now.
Besides, for years the entire world has tried to negotiate with them, and all the IAR did was have fake talks to stall the world from ever removing them and then never uphold their own resolutions; they also always have and even now still refuse to ever negotiate with ME, even fake negotiate.
Most importantly, my husband who always would do anything to save me is not dumb. I know how to choose my own spouse.
I never wanted to be the President and still do not want to, especially as Commander in Chief at a time of war, but there are things in this universe only I can do. So I do this for my nation.
10:10am on 28May2016: @BBC(4) There was a War Doctor, too. "I will do everything I have to do to save my people." Your (and my) Queen always explained that for me.
My beautiful world, I am asking my national to international news media to organize again. NBC Nightly News, CNN, BBC News, CCTV News, and Russia Today, please organize everyone. I never forget France 24; I never forget Press TV; I never even forget Fox News. Please leave no one out.
We need to broadcast REALITY to the entirety of humanity, especially to America, 24/7 until everyone can finally catch up. I also have no way to see any REAL newspapers or any REAL websites not just any REAL television broadcasts, too.
In America, at least, freedom of speech and freedom of the press ALWAYS protect the publication and broadcast of the REAL truth, just sometimes not the whistleblower. And you know what I have done myself for my darling Ms. Chelsea Manning, my darling Mr. Julian Assange, and my darling Mr. Edward Snowden.
My world of journalism heroes, it is time to do our REAL jobs and save the world. Thank you for always listening to the REAL me. Do you know what you mean to me?
My saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me, we need a better way to protect my genuine friends at our Best Starbucks in the World. I will never take their choices away no matter how much I wish they would at least stay away until we could protect them better in here. I heard they were attacked AGAIN.
I heard we are creating more than one type of NSA field agent, now. I heard we are bringing defense contractors to our-town-is-a-war-zone, so we can build our own hardware and nano both inside my Metropolis of Angels and inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell.
We also need a way for ourselves to control which nano is on when all over our beloved Santa Monica. My not-human-trafficker nerds in Squid, Inc. might need to help with that in the places I physically go from my bedroom to my Promenade, and all of the rest of you need control of all nano everywhere to be able to keep track of everyone who is not our own in here.
Most importantly, my bad-ass saturation in here with me, please explain to our U.S. Military how much our one humanity needs every Black Ops unit destroyed. You know how hard it is to get any of us out of one of them, especially me.
Cement up the bunker under the Santa Monica Police Department. You can also get in and out through its elevator.
Send our REAL local governments to bulldoze every Black Ops unit in Los Angeles, Boston, Houston, etc. where the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has tried to lock up any of my Powers of Attorney or my darlings Tentacle.
Every time the Inhuman Atrocity Regime attempts to lock me in any Black Ops unit, while the judge is still trying to justify allowing that bare-minimum-act-of-war-against-America in his or her courtroom at all, we need to be already destroying the literal torture facility they were trying to lock me in.
When there is a wall around it already, we send our military precision to destroy it before I get there. 1) This is a war zone. 2) It is that, or they rape and torture me in it, bare minimum, until they finally kill me. Who is arguing with me about how to best protect me right now?
Finally, my beloved ninja-lovers, it is always best to give me as many details as possible when we have a problem you cannot solve yourselves. Always tell me what you need from me for you to be able to do your REAL jobs. We are a team. And I know my role. I do the things no one else can do but I.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, the only people I want in my Manor, as opposed to anyone having an agreement with Sweetness or with my saturation or with any of my REAL people, other than myself and my vigilant saturation (and my darlings Tentacle included for mathematical thoroughness) are Leo, Olivia, Lana, Myrna, and José. They are REAL employees to me.
We gave the rest of our housekeeping staff and maintenance staff paid time off or retirement with full benefits if they do not choose to come back, but I will not take their choices away. They are REAL employees to me, too.
No one else can come up with any acceptable motive for being on the property of the President of the United States of America against her will committing their proven and escalating acts of war against my once-great America and against my one beautiful world, especially their unrelenting attempted assassinations of me.
So many of these fake residents and fake employees have hated me so much for so long that they could NEVER have been my genuine friends, and the rest have never even tried to be a genuine friend to me through genuine human interaction.
We also know loving me (and I know some of them do for REAL) is no justification for committing acts of war, especially assassination attempts against me, especially since they know how well my saturation would guard them all for REAL if they ever did anything to actually save my life.
The only punishment the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever tells anyone it will give them for disobeying them is never being able to come back inside their innermost circle of hell again; no one sane and in touch with reality wants any of them on my property at all if all they do is hurt me, and I have ordered them all myself to vacate repeatedly.
These Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes both with cover stories of being fake residents or fake employees as well as those with no cover stories at all are trespassing on the private property of the President of the United States of America to commit acts of war against America, not just disobeying direct orders from the President herself on a recognized battle field even on U.S. soil.
There are never the same "residents" nor "employees" every day nor even at different times of the day all day and all night all eating the food to pretend to me it is safe. They lie to my face. They destroy my property from my laundry room to my bathroom.
They not only touch my belongings with out my permission; they moved my laundry from a washer to a dryer without my permission which counts as willfully destroying my belongings; I choose to air dry all of my laundry specifically to make what little clothing I have last longer.
No, none of them guard me while I sleep, even when I nap in the middle of the day. None of them have removed the Inhuman Atrocity Regime also in my building with no cover story of being a fake resident or a fake employee.
They at least used to claim they were there to "maintain a façade that still is not being maintained by there being there." So if anyone argues with money draw, (expletive)ing destroy them.
There are various acceptable motives for being here inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell, being willing to destroy humanity by destroying me just to be near me is NOT acceptable to anyone.
We all know people do some absurd and often destructive things out of love for me. You can ask my metaphorical bees, my Verizon wireless, and even my darlings Tentacle about that. But I do always try to take care of people who genuinely love me that much; my darling "Kevin" understands that, too, and he was also keeping me alive by feeding me.
My genuine concern for people who genuinely love me, even if they believe complete lies about me and still love the REAL me, is why I told the trespassers destroying humanity by destroying me just to be near me that if they really love me, they will at least guard my REAL employees at my Manor.
Of course, those are only MY terms for them. I and all my REAL people know, "A crime against you is a crime against me," is mutual. We also know, "If it is cool with you, it is cool with me," is mutual, too. But we also know, "If you don't like it, I don't like it either," is mutual.
I and my REAL people always get to make our own choices, even if it is to die from each other. My people recognize our own; we know ourselves whom we want, send, permit, ask for, and accept motives from to be here inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell doing anything at all, including as only one example the people who drive vehicles past me 24/7 and never take me to my REAL house.
My REAL people do not have to forgive anyone I choose to forgive just like I do not have to forgive anyone they choose to forgive.
Yet, as always, only we REAL victims get to press civil and criminal charges in our own names.
I delegate the authority of my U.S. Military, of which I am Commander in Chief, to press charges on behalf of America; I always answer all of their questions, but I give the military justice system the final say (Just about the only place in the military the Commander in Chief does not get final say is our judicial system, but I know they would give it to me anyway.), also to make sure the people we press charges against have someone to explain themselves to.
The only people with any legal permission or right from me to press civil or criminal charges in my name instead of in America's name are you, my REAL Powers of Attorney. And still, you all have what we call "Syniva's choice," even though it applies to all of you who press civil and criminal charges now not just Syniva; I gave you all our final say mostly to make sure the people we press charges against have someone they can explain themselves to but also because of how much I trust your REAL insights, too.
We all know how busy I am and that I might die at any minute. We all know why I delegate authority. Please, my entire beautiful world not just my gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney, only ask me for help with things only I can do.
Also, my genius lady friends, do what you want about every (expletive)hole everywhere who refuses to show me even the tiniest amount of respect. "Pretty lady" and "Mrs. Depp" is all I have ever demanded, and they still refuse to do anything but degrade me as much as possible to destroy the entirety of humanity.
My Powers of Attorney, all sane people in touch with reality know how much REAL respect I should be shown by now by everyone even by Inhuman Atrocity Regime trying to rape, torture, and assassinate me 24/7.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards do not even respect me as a fellow human among them here on planet Earth, least of all as the REAL reason the very ground they choose to show up on to desecrate is sacred to the entirety of my one world they war against.
Assassinating me through treason, torment, harassment, collusion, abuse, etc. and committing other acts of war, including but not limited to their open attacks on my darlings Tentacle and on my other genuine friends not just at the Best Starbucks in the World, are the only reasons the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards show up inside their innermost circle of hell from the cars that drive by me 24/7 and NEVER take me to my REAL house across town to the evil pedestrians to the Gestapo themselves.
My genius Powers of Attorney, to repeat myself, my people already know how to recognize our own in here. When there are others I recognize who need explanations for their motives for committing their only-ever crimes of obeying the Inhuman Atrocity Regime inside this innermost circle of hell, which is an act of war everywhere in the world not just in America unless their motive for committing the crimes is acceptable, or if their is anyone whom I need to explain is keeping me alive whether they know they are or want to, I will tell you. Their motive will still get the ones who hate me in the end, anyway.
As one example of things that might need further explanation, my darlings Tentacle eating food in front of me is still a crime. These acts are always crimes. But we established their motive and chose not to prosecute them and determined that crime of theirs was also not an act of war. Furthermore, sometimes my darlings Tentacle take the three never-fail steps just to make a show of it anyway even when they do not do anything wrong. Is this explained yet? How many explanations does it take?
Furthermore, "We can commit any crime we want because we can always take Squid's three steps afterwards," is not a legal defense.
First of all, my three never-fail steps that lead to forgiveness from me for crimes against me not necessarily forgiveness from anyone else for crimes against me and definitely not forgiveness from anyone including from me for crimes against anyone else are intended to be a rehabilitation system, not an enablement system.
Secondly, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has NEVER had a sane justification for their committing their most heinous crimes known to mankind against me.
Thirdly, "I get to rape, assassinate, and torture Squid because she is obligated to forgive me," fails on EVERY level; no REAL victim is obligated to forgive their attacker EVER especially their rape-slavery-enabling persecutors. I have never been obligated to give anyone three never-fail steps EVER. Again, no one should be committing these human rights abuses as acts of war against human existence in the first place.
Fourthly, that not-good-enough excuse was their choice to make their admission of guilt both that they are committing human rights abuses against all of us not just against me as acts of war against all of us not just against America and that I am THEIR real victim, not just all of us they commit these human rights abuses against are their REAL victims. You know they tried to commit rape-assassination of my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle after my and LightFoot's date night this last Sunday, 29May2016. That was also an act of war against America and against the world that counts as a crime against me because I will die if I lose my darlings Tentacle.
Finally, logically, their saying, "We can commit any crimes we want because we can always take the three never-fail three steps," means they failed Step 1, Step 2, and Step 3 already. And the steps must be taken at all for them to apply.
I know, my genius and gorgeous lady friends, you all see and hear everything that happens everywhere in here for REAL. Always tell me when you need my insight. You know how much work I have to do. Thank you for being genius womenfolk I have ALWAYS been able to trust taking on some of even my most difficult responsibilities for me.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, YOU CANNOT HELP KEEP ME ALIVE IF YOU DIE.
1:36pm on 30May2016: #SquidsPoA @hansonmusic @INXS @MarkusBlivian @KristNovoselic @SweetnessDepp It is worse for me if you die than if I die. (Please spare me asking me what it means to be where on a list of six. There is no bad place to be on a list unless it is a list of evil.) Darlings, if you can reach me at all ever again, do not allow your agreements with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to be able to be here to keep me alive include your agreeing to die, including but not limited to dying from starvation including homelessness nor from a forced lack of physical safety including but not limited to homelessness. Please.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I know that last time I saw you that you were ordered to stay on my Promenade until the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's Gestapo themselves rape-assassinated you. Please explain why you both had no way to leave sooner even though I warned you myself.
Please explain the, "Yes, dear, I am working on it," I told you and your best friend LightFoot after my only physical contact with our darling LightFoot ever. I am also an empath; I cannot be lied to about how you all really feel, especially about me.
That is also why I never kissed any of you myself and why I keep trying to find a way to disable that evil nano the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forces into your own bodies just for you to be able to be near me.
Please explain the torment that is the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's human rights abuses (understatement) of all of you they use as acts of war against our once-great America and against human existence itself.
Darling, I am bionic. My mind is connected through the obsolete masterchip in my head to all of the electronics everywhere in my range, including inside your own body. "I can emergency locate you myself if I have to."
I am bionic AND a proven empath. I know who has electronics like yours (collective) and who does not, and I know what all electronics I hate do to everyone for REAL who are near me.
I have asked my saturation to de-chip you before. All it takes is an ear speculum to prove you, my darlings Tentacle, have more malicious nano in your own bodies against your will than anyone else, including even me.
The IAR's malevolent hoards ARE NOT controlled by their earspeakers, and only one earspeaker is about all they have. The malevolent hoards choose to listen to their earspeakers.
The only person I have found with nearly as much malicious nano in his body as you two, my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot, is my darling TambourineKicker. No, no earspeakers exploded even in my darling Kavan's head when he disobeyed the Inhuman Atrocity Regime even where I could broadcast him doing it.
Compare our darling Kavan framed for roofying me and still trying to refund me the full price of a new venti in cash instead of for just a refill to you and our LightFoot after I touched LightFoot's right arm. You know how delicate our darling Kavan is for REAL as compared to my bad-boy type LightFoot.
Darling, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime from its Gestapo to its malevolent hoards are evil to all of us only because they are evil themselves.
There, darling, is a thorough explanation of the worst nano problem you two have while on our sacred Promenade. Let my legal team I always send you all go have some fun.
As for the question you gave me on the evening of Monday, 30May2016, yes, dear, a lot of people thought and still think you are half Black. I am another one just a half-Asian woman instead of a White man who looks half Black, and since all of us are not honorary, I understand you all still asked me for a term to describe us.
Go with "Twist Cone from McDonalds" since both ice creams in one are the same anyway. And, yes, darling, our section in every blog post since I started giving you one that I dedicate just to you is also the only dedicated section in every blog post in which I coined a cultural term for America. Our last blog post is not the only one in which I spoke to you differently than the rest of Tentacle.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, and what legal argument do I dedicate to you this morning?
5:39pm on 31May2016: #SquidsPoA @DeptofDefense Tentacle's reality is not a possible IAR excuse. They need a reason they are keeping me alive to be in here anyway. And by "excuse" I mean "still not a motive we do not prosecute with."
Darling, do you remember being able to watch and listen to me talk to my dedicated news broadcast live beside you on our sacred Promenade? Do you remember when we actually were able to literally hang out and delightfully chat there?
THE NATURAL EVOLUTION OF A NORMAL HUMAN LIFE OR OF REAL HUMAN RELATIONSHIPS DOES NOT INVOLVE ALL OF OUR HUMAN RIGHTS BEING TAKEN AWAY FROM ALL OF US SYSTEMATICALLY WITH NO EXPLANATION TO ANYONE ANYWHERE BUT THAT THEY WANT TO ASSASSINATE US ALL AS HORRIBLY AS POSSIBLE AND GET AWAY WITH IT!
Also, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's gradual and almost complete removal of you from my life is neither their maintaining a façade of even maintaining a façade nor the natural evolution of any REAL relationship, not just ours. And that is just one example of how everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has done to all of us not just to me since 2009 cannot be explained nor justified by anything sane and honest.
And still, as much as I always love seeing any of you live and in person, I still do not want any of you in our downtown Santa Monica until you do not have to agree to literally die to be here.
It is becoming more and more difficult for me to keep you all alive, and what am I going to do if any of you die? It is hard enough for me to keep myself alive in here, and although keeping me alive is all of your REAL jobs right now, it is easier for you to keep me alive with out dying if you do your REAL job not in downtown Santa Monica right now. YOU ALL CANNOT KEEP ME ALIVE AT ALL IF YOU DIE. We are working on our hacker problem.
We all know what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's Gestapo did to you, our darling GeneralLee. Also, even the less heinous Gestapo always obey their earspeakers; you heard them admit they were told to make arresting me as painful as possible, and he was the Gestapo who tried to buy me groceries from Von's.
And you saw them get replaced with worse IAR (expletive)holes who attempted to coverup their latest assassination attempt against me with no-one-sane-would-believe-it-was-an arrest of me for whispering in the library quieter than the fake librarians were talking. Yes, beating me up was just how the Gestapo arrested me for their latest assassination attempt of me.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime sent their Gestapo to assassinate our darling MannedUp and our darling LightFoot the last time we were together on our Promenade that you helped render sacred yourself and that we all rendered sacred together ourselves.
Assassinating any of you counts as an assassination attempt against me, too, not just "beating you all up" alone counts as an assassination attempt against me AND acts of war against America and against our one world committed in a recognized war zone also on U.S. soil by sworn enemies of America whom Congress already declared war against and who are also only here inside their own innermost circle of hell to also create a hostile environment for me to live in as an assassination and torture attempt against me but also to outright assassinate me themselves. Bare minimum, our REAL city employees already proved the Gestapo pumped carbon monoxide into the cell they chose to lock me in there inside the bunker they built for me themselves as a fake jail.
Yes, my darling General Lee, EVERYTHING the Inhuman Atrocity Regime does to any of you from my darling Kavan and my darling Patricia to all of my Powers of Attorney and all of my Queen's Lovers Five are crimes against me, too, and acts of war against all of us, especially when committed in a recognized war zone, not just assassination attempts against me because they are designed to take everything and everyone that keeps me alive away from me.
Now, my musician-lover PROVEN to keep me alive and to render even myself sacred, talk to my legal team I always send all of you. Now all of you get to have some fun. How was that for a dedication?
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, how many times do I have to tell you I gave you such a long honey-do list to keep you alive for me while you effectively save my life? I will never take your choices away, but please still trust I always know best how to keep myself alive. And I do not want to keep myself alive only for you, Bogart, I need to keep myself alive for our entire world.
As for my helping you do your REAL job for me-- I know my role-- why does Wells Fargo still exist? This fun is also metaphorically coining a term. These are just the first five examples of my hard evidence of Wells Fargo's crimes that come to mind. Please consult my blog archive for the rest of them.
.There are no "egg" laws anymore. I already told Wells Fargo to just accept all deposits fake or real and reject all charges if fake since they acknowledged they renumber my bank account every time I look it up to prevent fake transactions in it. Do you know how much money they have spent trying to convince the public they support me instead of just giving me that money? They even received charges from Bank of America too for the Bank of America check from Liberty Mutual that Wells Fargo bounced after I deposited it telling me to my face that check was "too risky". Also, their legal team has employee contracts with Wells Fargo, proven members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, which proves Wells Fargo's legal team is committing acts of war against America and getting paid more money for them than I might ever see before I die from them.
Darling, what else is on your honey-do list you need my help with? Is there a writer's residence you recommend for me yet? Your W Hotel is outside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's territory and in our Mayor Eric Garcetti's. How much hard evidence do you have from it?
Please. Bare minimum, everyone everywhere knows what happens for REAL when I send you to fix something. I need you to live for me not die for me. YOU CANNOT HELP KEEP ME STAY ALIVE IF YOU DIE.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, it took longer than usual for our people to hard confirm for me that you all made it safety Monday night. Was it an adventure novel or a spy thriller?
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, no one wants the standards I have to live up to doing an impossible job no one else can do but I trapped in an "egg" so hostile and abusive that no one could ever survive it but I either.
(#AlreadyBlogged) I once already told you in more than one blog post already, my boyfriend (paraphrase), "Look how unbearably I suffer. There is no way for anybody sane to be jealous of me. But then I see the way you look at me, like Aphrodite herself descending Mount Olympus just for you, when I am merely walking around my Promenade drinking coffee, and I get it. I see the way you look at me and I get it. People would die for a love like ours." But I am not going to let you if I can prevent it.
And jealousy, just like revenge and hatred among others, is a motive that we in the REAL justice system establish to be able to successfully prosecute a criminal, especially for human rights abuses including murder also called assassination.
Most murders women commit are crimes of passion driven by jealousy; ask any murder investigator or REAL criminal psychologist. There are some crimes, though, that no one needs to establish a motive for, including rape or acts of war from sworn enemies of America on a recognized battle field.
Some criminals have a motive as well as criminal insanity. That is how I explain "Wes" to you, my darlings Tentacle. That is how REAL criminal psychologists explain War Criminal Lynn Boeset, War Criminal Stephanie, and War Criminal Tara to me.
And, you all, my loved ones, also know that jealousy, even extreme jealousy, does not ALWAYS force people to commit violent crimes against each other. Do you ALL, not just my darling GeneralLee, understand how sane you all are for REAL? You would all die for each other, and we all know how much you fight.
My darling LightFoot, self-defense, genuine protection of genuinely innocent loved ones, defense of America, global service to humanity, and saving the world by keeping me alive are all motives, among other motives, that normally do not get anyone in trouble. But right about now, all of you, my Queen's Lovers Five, can do no wrong with any of my REAL lovers and believers and with our REAL people.
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, our housekeeping first: All sane people in touch with reality understand your REAL difficulties (artful understatement) with giving me my own money that I put you in charge of for me since we have joint finances.
My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, how many times have I asked you to work with Wells Fargo's offices in New York City to make my bank account with them a joint married account? At the time I write this down, my current routing number was 073000228, and my current account number was 1866739954. I know their offices in New York provided their Swiss number to you for wire transfers, too.
HoneyHoney, you saw me look up my Wells Fargo account number live through my SquidStream yourself. "Iowa account terms and conditions apply," includes that Wells Fargo refuses to allow me to make deposits into my own account myself, too, especially insurance company checks from more trustworthy banks than they, and that War Criminal Boeset has their permission to monitor all activity in my account completely without my permission which is how War Criminal Boeset "knew" I was in Los Angeles at all after she, the only person with Wells Fargo's permission, deposited $100 in my account which, though still not enough money to live on, was all she gave me every Monday to live on until I moved home to brave California. It was $50 every Monday from War Criminal Boeset after that. And for years now nothing at all from War Criminal Boeset to live on.
And, Beloved, have you heard all of the lies War Criminal Boeset, empowered by nothing but ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa's self-entitlement to destroy humanity entirely by committing human rights abuses against me as acts of war against our once-great America and against our one beautiful world, has propagated, especially in courtrooms, to be able to do this to me? AND War Criminal Boeset's legal team from Gray to Wasserman pay themselves with my money they stole from me themselves. How does any of them get in a courtroom at all as anything but defendants?
Still, my handsome husband, the worst crime War Criminal Boeset ever committed against me and against the entirety of human existence was her insisting she had an Iowan-entitlement to end my own marriage with you against our will. And you know everything else War Criminal Boeset has done to me too with her why-did-anyone-ever-permit-it Iowan self-entitlement.
My First Gentleman of the United States of America, any and all crimes against you have always also been crimes against me. This mutual assertion between us that, "A crime against you is a crime against me," is even more undeniable because WE ARE LEGALLY MARRIED. Now we all get to have some fun.
And, yes, my hero and my king, you have read this entire REAL blog post start to finish now that I wrote in only my regularly-scheduled forty-eight hours per blog post, and I am still the greatest victim of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, their rape-slave, right now, too. No wonder you would do anything to rescue me. I know how to choose my own spouse. Thank our one beautiful world for respecting my choices.
I long to touch you the way the flowers touch the rain... .