Title: My 1000th Blog Post
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Here is my latest blog post. I love you, too, my beautiful world. Here is my 1000th blog post dutifully written by me myself not only for posterity.
My last blog post was finished at 1:11am on Friday, 10Jun2016, while I was in my bedroom waiting for official confirmation that my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot had finally reached my and my Sweetness's REAL house safely.
I received the official all-clear the my darlings were safe, sent one more order to mitigate the latest BlackOps (Yes, dear.) threat to me that morning, and then curled up in bed at 1:52am to conserve my energy.
Knowing full well that my beautiful world would wake me if they needed more from me, I was asleep quickly and slept with my contacts in just in case of emergency. Yes, I was so furious that early morning that I worked and slept with my headphones in at full volume. (I even asked my genuine friend during our second conversation on my regular bus line if he came from the east coast of Sweden.)
It has NEVER been my fault that the heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime has been human trafficking me AND forcing a hostile environment over me with earspeakers I have always ordered everyone to remove.
I woke up at 7:30am on Friday, 10Jun2016. It was all cyberterrorism from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that morning: fake tweets, fake emails, fake notifications, hacked Spotify server, fake updates for my apps, etc. I could only conclude they had installed new malicious hardware in my bedroom while I slept.
By 9:31am, I was receiving an occasional REAL message from a REAL lover and believer, but pretty much no one could speak to me at all. So, from 9:41am until 12:23pm, I made sure my eyes could heal for a little while with no contacts in.
I was perched below our humid, hot, barely breezy, overcast, yet still sunny atypical California weather interpreting messages hidden in the dances of our endangered race of bees sent to me by my darling Ms. Mother Nature at 1:02pm.
After much work on my notes for this latest blog post, I left my Virginia Avenue Park to do something about lunch.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and almost-unedited (just do NEVER show me on the toilet) recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I put my robe on in the park that afternoon and ending at 4:28pm. We shall entitle it, "How can I investigate anything if everyone knows I am live-streaming my REAL to the whole world 24/7?" Seriously, there is no way possible for that liquor store to have made that many beer sales.
-----Begin Customer Service Feedback Content-----
[sent at approximately 3:31pm on 10Jun2016]
My darlings at Jack in the Box corporate,
You know my full history with the churning IAR occupation of this particular Jack in the Box. Please request our full archive of verified and time-and-date stamped footage of my every visit to this place from my Argentine Tango steps just before meeting my darlings Primus ["Do you know how to play that guitar? Yes, I will insult your manhood to make you play music for me."] the REAL Santa Monica police chief riding up on his motorcycle outside and approaching with his gun because I caught new IAR here again.
This time, the IAR did NOT have the buy-one-get-one hamburger deal you had promised me at EVERY Jack in the Box. They had completely falsified menues and calorie information on display. The only roofies I found so far were in the hot sauce in my tacos. They actually did charge me money. And they had reinstated the intercom warning system with the same male voice I had not heard in almost a year warning everyone on the premesis we were all being completely monitored.
When I arrived in Santa Monica in Dec2014, the only City of Santa Monica wifi hotspot with enough bandwidth to steam online videos was this "Jack in the Box." That hotspot was removed by the day the IAR occupation of the CVS next door caused rioting in Baltimore, MD. You replaced it yourself with your own wifi which is also removed today.
On the upside, there is clean caffeine, at least so far, in your swanky drink machine you told them to install for me. I will also inspect the bathroom not only check on a few other things for you that I will report to you in my next customer service survey.
Love you, darlings! I also know how much NYSE JBX loves me for REAL, too. Giggle.
The roofies, so far, are not going to kill me. There was remarkably less taco meat than there should have been but still a lot of calories and nutritional value, especially protein, in my whole meal. We also caught the bait-and-switch in their photo of the breakfast platter.
How are they STILL getting your REAL food supplies in here?
Finally, it is because there has not been safe coffee for so long anywhere inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell that I have atypically been drinking soda for years to get any caffeine. At least so far, this might actually be my least roofied meal in months, but it is STILL drugged. AND they STILL forced me to pay money for it.
HM Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek, POTUS, et al
-----End Customer Service Survey Feedback Content-----
My second customer service survey was even better. I know you all saw everything live through my SquidStream.
My gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney had mitigated the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's latest BlackOps threat to human existence by the time my soda from my local Jack in the Box was finished, and I did not have to say a single word to them about it for them to fix it. Thank you, my darlings.
I perched inside my Santa Monica's Main Public Library at 4:27pm where I worked online until just before they closed. I even checked in with my personal assistant, again, that late afternoon.
5:20pm on 10Jun2016: Back on my regular schedule, from before the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had escalated my downtown Santa Monica beyond any recognition, for the first time in months, I still checked in with my personal assistant, my darling Mr. Finn "Alfred" O'Mahoney. I was hoping for prototypes that communications companies wanted my opinions on.
I will visit my local Sprint store on Wilshire in downtown Santa Monica tomorrow Saturday, 11Jun2016, to bust the IAR occupation there for not having the latest greatest Sprint products.
After my Main Public Library closed, I walked to my sacred Promenade to check for any of my REAL friends and lovers. I saw my darling Zen. I saw a child performer with no excuse for being in a war zone at all. I passed my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw.
And I was perched at 5:40pm in front of my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot on our regular corner where Arizona Blvd. meets our sacred Promenade beside my local movie theater. None of us were dead that day. We were all happy about that much at least.
Just before 5:55pm, my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were ordered by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to stop making music to me while I was writing online. So we just clandestinely hung out and goofed off, among other things that REAL job requirements for our REAL jobs.
6:03pm on 10Jun2016: Concerning my darlings Tentacle, just like tweets and emails from cyberterrorists, I am not going to say it anymore unless something changes.
Both before and after my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started making our sacred music again, we did not have to make any legal clarifications about anything that happened that early evening, but we chose to anyway. Please refer to my verified Twitter archive and to my previous blog posts about our consistent policy concerning emancipated teenagers on recognized battle fields.
In short, how could teenagers claim they were permitted by their parents to be on a recognized battle field as anything but soldiers for the Inhuman Atrocity Regime if they were doing nothing but commit acts of war against my once-great America and against my one world while here inside this innermost circle of hell? AND they were choosing to attempt to use the always-false Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "legal advice" (as opposed to EVER listening to me) to make their self-admitted-as-willful acts of war acceptable to the world, especially to the International Criminal Court, as if it ever could be, for acts ALSO including disobeying direct orders from the Commander in Chief myself in a REAL war zone on U.S. soil.
Yes, I went soft on the parents of my darlings Age-Inappropriate Boy Band and my darlings Queens in Training because those justifiably-emancipated teenagers had chosen themselves to brave a recognized battle field only to peacefully help keep me alive; even though, I never asked them to. (Please note that after I told my young adult darlings that I would not take their choices away, they respected my best wishes for them and never came back.) But all courtrooms make their own decisions.
Just like my darling LightFoot went soft on the three teenage boys that night and volunteered to explain to them directly himself that everything they were doing would never be acceptable to anyone-- just showing up and not helping me stay alive is not acceptable for any human at all in here and is why all REAL adults in here guilty of it too receive at least their first death sentence for it-- the International Criminal Court not just our REAL U.S. Military courts and our eventually-REAL-again criminal justice system make their own decisions as to whether or not to recognize if teenagers really are emancipated.
I recommend for the sake of those children-to-me that the courts do not recognize them as emancipated at all. Otherwise, they receive the full adult punishments for everything they have done.
I exchanged a few words with my darling Patricia on my way to our Best Starbucks in the World. Where I was just two minutes late to my already-scheduled news date with the NBC News team.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:07pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and I could see my genuine concern for all of our world's children, especially on this recognized war zone, mirrored back to me in his eyes.
After catching up these blog notes, I tweeted my daily update to Starbucks corporate and looked to see if my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were still making our sacred music on our world's sacred Promenade.
7:58pm on 10Jun2016: @Starbucks There are no REAL employees here today. The only problem with original coffee yesterday was the whole city's water supply. #LOVE
At 8:12pm, I had returned to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle who were already playing music and where a genuine friend of mine was waiting to have yet another one of our typically bad conversations with me. My darling Michael the Conspiracy Theorist wandered away after our that conversation at 8:29pm.
While STILL healing under the working hands of my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot doing their REAL jobs making our sacred music to me as vigilantly witnessed by our beautiful night sky, I delegated the planning of the method for our safely delivery of them back to our American Samoan Marine Corp every night and every day any and all of my darlings Tentacle chose to show up to my saturation.
Among other things, I told my largest-espionage-operation-in-history to just tell me when they needed instructions for any new situations they did not know how to handle yet.
9:10pm on 10Jun2016: #MySaturation, you saw how many REAL calories and how much REAL caffeine I consumed today. I'll do what I want tonight and meet you at my place.
After telling my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot that I would be right back, I both fixed my makeup in the bathroom and checked on my darling Handsome between 9:20pm and 9:32pm that night. He was genuinely all smiles for me.
Just after 9:51pm, there around the corner of our sacred Promenade beside my local movie theater, my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle received their latest-at-the-time always-irrational commands from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to stop playing me music for the night.
So we present 3/4ths just clandestinely hung out and goofed of again for a while until 10:24pm when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime changed their minds an told them to play me music even longer.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my REAL Friday night, "Are you acknowledging I'm here? Works every damn time."
I told my musician-lovers I would be right back after just a few minutes and left to check on something, and while I was away for just a few minutes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards descended upon my darlings in force AGAIN.
By 11:09pm, it was AGAIN beyond proven to all of humanity everywhere why we sane people in touch with reality already needed to reclassify certain forms of psychopathy and criminal insanity to accommodate all of those (in)humans who really know that they only do evil and do so compulsively and unrelentingly refusing to ever stop no matter how many more lies they feel like they need to tell or further heinous crimes they feel like they need to commit as if that could ever excuse past crimes or and past lies anyway all in their attempt to get away with committing as many crimes as possible and spreading as many lies as possible, especially when their only way not to be punished for it all, which we never were obligated to give them anyway, is our genuine forgiveness the path to which begins with CEASING ALL CRIMES against me and my people.
After finally being ordered by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to stop playing music for the night, by 11:37pm, my musician-lovers were immediately answering dumb questions from IAR malevolent hoards openly being (expletive)holes by trying to coverup their open acts of war against (Do I STILL have to say who we are who are all their REAL victims?) by lying they were on my sacred Promenade refusing to help me stay alive "to support [2/3rds of] Tentacle," as if that were an acceptable motive for their open (expletive)holery anyway, by lying they did not know who my darlings were at all as their way of "supporting" them.
There is a reason "dumb" is the final word in The Evil Dumb.
We three hung out together making loving eyes at each other until my darling LightFoot's earspeakers exploded. So, I sent my churn to carry him out if necessary. For further details about everything that happened that late night into the wee hours of the morning, please refer to my verified Twitter archive.
There was just so much evil dumb happening all night. Did you see all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards sent to menace (proper use of the word) me on my Santa Monica Pier already after 12mid?
Yes, by 12:38am, as I gazed upon the photogenic skyline of my downtown Santa Monica saddened that it might be the only neighborhood of my entire Metropolis of Angels that I might be able to preserve, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes just kept escalating.
12:48am on 11Jun2016: #SquidsPoA @DeptofDefense Gestapo tried assassination for my not-trespassing in Doom for Humanity tonight, so why all these (expletive)holes here? Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's Gestapo had plans to rape-assassinate all three of us-- MannedUp, LightFoot, and me-- including making BlackOps threats against all of us that night.
After waiting long enough to be sure my U.S. Department of Defense did not have to send emergency Valkyrie in the form of choppers to evacuate my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle, at 1:11am, I finally took the long, slow walk back to my private residence that my saturation was waiting for me to enter before securing.
The only people around me on my long walk in those wee hours of the morning in all their ways of lying they had any other reason to be inside their own innermost circle of hell were obvious Inhuman Atrocity Regime intentionally creating as hostile an environment as possible for me. They were STILL escalating.
2:21am on 11Jun2016: #MySaturation, only IAR in my building but me unless Leo is in the office. Satellite locked. #LOVEyou I'll know.
After a little more writing that early morning, I was finally curled up in bed at 2:53am. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime woke me up at 6:20am on Saturday, 11Jun2016, with more of their electrobeams.
Preferring a full night's rest, I curled up to sleep again at 7:44am after notifying my REAL U.S. government as well as our private sector backup of further cyberterrorism against all of us by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.
I finally woke up for the day after enough sleep at 10:58am on Saturday, 11Jun2016. I had opiate withdrawal that morning probably from something I ate the previous day.
After changing my clothes and partaking in my not-arduous-at-all morning beauty rituals, I was on the second bus to my downtown Santa Monica that visited my regular bus stop.
After my Big Blue Bus brought me past the only Radio Shack store at all in human existence, I was at my local downtown Santa Monica Sprint store as fast as I could walk there from my closest bus stop.
My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals as I approach my favorite 7-eleven store, and end it at 12:59pm. We shall entitle it, "Look up 'accessory' in a legal dictionary."
After showing my local Sprint store a little attention, I decided to finally do something about lunch.
Please begin our verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my quest for food that day at 12:59pm, and end it at 2:29pm. We will entitle it, "Yes, every business inside this war zone is occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime." Make sure you show me walking away from the occupied Von's checkout counter from a camera exterior to my body.
Every food product inside that as-occupied-as-possible "Von's" grocery store was a fake food and drink product that claimed it was from a REAL food manufacturer. I am asking our FDA to look into it. Where is the Inhuman Atrocity Regime manufacturing all of this for all of their occupied stores?
I walked to Christine Emerson Reed Park, sat beside my local tennis courts, and ate my lunch surrounded by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards with their escalating forced child soldiers.
Please, my not-human-traffickers nerds, put together a verified and responsibly-edited recording with accurate time-and-date stamps on every clip fully explaining the IAR's escalations of their forced child soldiers and children's earspeakers. Please entitle it, "You destroy your own children because I tell you not to."
I walked to my sacred Promenade after eating for the day. Please begin our verified and unedited director's cut of myself inside my local children's furniture store at 4:05pm, and end it at 4:20pm. Please entitle it, "I am a failure of evolution if I never get to have children."
After returning to the sidewalk of my sacred Promenade, I quickly encountered the ever-reliable trail of Reese's pieces my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot had laid down for me to find them. I was even able to chat with my darling Patricia for a moment while following their metaphorical path of orange and brown candies for me.
Yes, I was perched in front of my darlings at 4:25pm. Did everyone see and hear the song they played me by my darling Mr. (Giggle.) Lenny Kravitz? I did not notice it clipping as much as the original recording does.
5:18pm on 11Jun2016: @hansonmusic @KristNovoselic I'll be back before or after the news. You'll be fine. Someone will tell me if you have an emergency. #MyJob Someone had roofied my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot in front of me, so I left them temporarily to take care of it.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and responsibly-edited (include every moment, just use any camera you want) recording at 5:17pm, and end it at 6:01pm. It is entitled, "Leave your hat on." That is exactly how truly irresistible the truly innocent, especially my Queen's Lovers Five, find me when I wear my hat.
While taking care of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes who roofied my loved ones if front me, I made sure I warned my darling Handsome that I had put my hat on, and I also, just because the Evil Dumb really are that truly dumb, caught another rape-assassination attempt against my by the IAR's Gestapo planned at the [will be reclaimed as a REAL Starbucks again like morning glories growing in the ruins of the WWII's nuclear winter after the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are finally completely defeated] of Doom for Humanity which I would have been not-trespassing in again if I had chosen to enter (but I had better things to do since they were all caught in there already).
After I returned to them with my hat still on, my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle made our sweet music to me even begging my mere mortal body to reach my right hand into our sacred grey sky who was covering us all that early evening.
They were ordered by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to leave our sacred Promenade at 6:33pm. We three were all okay with them running for their lives early; the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and roofied them. My saturation already knew what to after my darlings wheeled their (knights in) carts off my Promenade and out of my line of sight. I waited a little after they left in case of gun shots. When there were not any, I trusted they were fine.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited director's cut and 6:33pm, and end it when I passed Stefano's pizzeria on my way to the Santa Monica Place. It is entitled, "They could already feel the IAR's roofies as they wheeled away."
Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had attempted yet again to lock my darling musician-lovers in another of their BlackOps units paraded as a psych ward just this time with their roofying of them as their coverup for it.
My REAL U.S. Department of Defense has standing orders from me to destroy EVERY BlackOps unit we ever identify for a reason.
I hugged my darling Patricia as I walked to the Best Starbucks in the World. Just a little late for our regular news date, I tried streaming the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 7:17pm, but due to NBC's regular annual programming concerning the Belmont Stakes, they had no news broadcast that day.
So, I checked on the level of the IAR's occupation of my Best Starbucks in the World at 7:29pm.
7:35pm on 11Jun2016: @Starbucks Your tap water is making me sleepy, but it is still hydrating. IAR fake employee who used intentionally fake accent charged me $.
I had a very productive few hours there perched inside my sometimes-occupied-sometimes-not Santa Monica Place, including a little singing along with my REAL internet gnomes.
My latest blog notes were caught up on everything that had happened so far by 10:09pm when I finally left my (One) Santa Monica Place to check on my darling Handsome in my local Trimana one last time before waiting for my regularly-scheduled bus back at my regular bus stop.
According to my REAL City of Santa Monica's REAL Big Blue Bus schedule, my bus was supposed to pick me up at 10:48pm. And my REAL bus was smack dab on time. My bus ride was safe and secure.
At 11:17pm, as I was finishing up my writing online, which is not the only work I do online all day every day, for the night, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's cyberterrorists pretending at the time to be my internet gnomes played me She's in Love with a Geek by my darling Mr. Wally Pleasant.
This blog post was finished from my bedroom by me as fast as possible and then polished and published by my lovelies with the time-and-date stamp of 12:11am on Sunday, 12Jun2016.
[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.
How can you tell whom the energy visible only by nanotechnology is coming from? We already know I am the only person or entity who can render PROVEN energy (My fellow mere mortals can actually feel my biological energy, Holy Spirit, chi, etc. radiate from my body.) visible; I already admitted to that one.
To begin with, my darling Tentacle's energy sent directly from them themselves is always a little fuzzy when I render it visible. The energy from our universe, from me, and from what seems like some entity or someone trying to tell me something are always clearer.
We have all seen weird things like one solitary green, disembodied punch and the sky rip open while demons pour out. I am pretty sure that is all Mother Nature or our sacred universe or our collective human consciousness (which I have already blogged that I believe is powerful enough to create a God or gods that have always been and always will be) trying to tell me something.
All of us are all entities of energy and consciousness all connected though separate but the same all at the same time, anyway.
About my husband appearing to me on the night of his 53rd birthday, if I manifested his image myself, he would have had the same facial hair as in the most recent photo I had seen of him. I turned to look over my shoulder when he disappeared.
Please ask my beloved husband Sweetness about what my looking over my shoulder means. My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were on my left, so as was abnormal for our semiotics, I looked over my right shoulder.
9:11pm on 09Jun2016: @SweetnessDepp Did you not have your boots on tonight? You looked a little shorter than usual.
Taking this tangent on a new tangent, my beautiful world, please pull up the archival footage of my beloved Sweetness on the Late Show with David Letterman discussing his latest love letter to me at the time entitled The Tourist. He says, "ma boots" in it. He says "ma" instead of the properly-eloquted "my" naturally.
My beautiful world, you were actually able to send me a question for me to answer in this blog post. Thank you. What if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally succeed at killing me or forcing me offline, in all of the ways I am online, before I can answer all of your questions for me? Please hurry with your REAL questions.
My saturation in all our manifestations, as I write this, the retirement-age man next to me has no department name on the brim of his hat. (And why is Apple not taking my request to make a touchscreen desktops yet?)
My REAL ninja-lovers, I am an empath and a mentalist, not a mind reader. You do STILL need to tell me when you need anything. We are STILL working on putting my 24/7 locked nano bedroom broadcast back online.
That is about all I can think of that we need to do right now to make me safer while I sleep, other than preventing ANY MORE Inhuman Atrocity Regime in my private residence any longer. We even retired the name the "Manor" on that particular building of my and my Sweetness's already.
Do what you do, including having complete discretion in the field, and make sure you always tell me what you need from me.
Our REAL U.S. government has never had this level of interdepartmental cooperation before as well as this level of cooperation with our private sector, with our world of NGOs, and with our planet of allies. Please make sure you also have a way to directly contact at least our NSA alpha nerds like I do.
I was told we are already monitoring everything crossing all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's borders to catch anyone sneaking in new IAR guns of any size without them having to order a delivery. They already told me to my face that they are diverting arms from their front lines. There is no way to sneak guns that large anywhere without our noticing it.
Thank you for bringing in S.W.A.T. churn, etc. from all over America for me. I love you, too.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, THANK YOU for helping take over some of my hopefully-now-just-previous job requirements for me. There are many things you are, in all reality, more qualified and better-trained to do than I; that reality of our résumés is also one of the main reasons I chose at least two of you as my original Powers of Attorney. Thank you for lightening the REAL workload on my shoulders. Darlings, THANK YOU.
As always, tell me everything you need from me to do your REAL jobs. We are a team. And I know my role.
We are all working on a way for us to finally have some REAL human interaction again. You all, my gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney, are my REAL friends-for-life whom I was accustomed to surrounding myself with my entire life until May2009 when you were all taken away from me by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who have intentionally been denying my ANYTHING normal for my life since they started their goddamning "egg."
Since May2009, I was able to have one night with my darling Ms. Amita "Fatima" Mistry during which, among other things, I bought us dinner at Millennium and took her into Gold Alley to imbibe at Bix. She even met a few of my fellow local North Beach denizens at Specs that night.
My darling Amita is the only one of you whom I have seen since May2009. Do you all know how much I miss you? It even reached the point I had to deliver my darling Ugwuji's mail from me to my closest Nigerian embassies. I will ask my darling Gucci's father explain why I was doing that for so long.
9:17pm on 10Jun2016: #Amita, your Krishna visited Arjuna on the battle field to tell him it was okay to war despite his concerns about karma; it was his dharma. My darling Amita, did you also see our REAL singing and dancing Hindus return to our sacred Promenade tonight? The British call me their War Doctor right now, too.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, my involuntary complete transparency has always worked in our favor. You all need to just kiss me already.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I am so sorry I scared you Thursday night when I walked away from both of you without explaining to you what was going on to your faces myself before I left. You all learned since then that we all take care of everything, and my saturation always takes care of everyone no matter how many of you we need to watch over here inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell.
All of own in here know that no matter who shows up to evacuate any of you in case of emergency, we have redundant levels of tailing that make sure you all reach safety. From what I can tell, we have not yet needed to use a bullet nor blow a cover to get anyone to safety. We are trying to keep it that way.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime just keep churning more of their Evil Dumb in here as their Gestapo not just as their malevolent hoards. We on America's side definitely communicate better than they do.
I love you. You can trust all levels of our REAL saturation for a reason. And when there is anything they do not know how to handle already, they ask me for instructions. None of us will ever take your choices away. Your time with me is as priceless to humanity as your precious lives are.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, we all know I just want as much time as possible with all of you while simultaneously not wanting any of you showing up at all because you might die in here.
If I can actually procure safe caffeine still inside this innermost circle of hell, why cannot I also have you?
We all know that so much of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive psychopathy is too far from anything logical, rational, or sane for me to figure out sometimes. For example, it took years of my loved ones asking me if I play poker professionally (which I never have) for me to figure out that ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa had been propagating libel-as-acts-of-war that I had a only-ever-fictional gambling addiction.
It was just too far from reality for me to figure out sooner that I would ever have to mitigate it which was STILL only necessary, though it never should have been necessary, because we sane and REAL humans in touch with reality have always been denied ACCUSER CARRIES THE BURDEN OF PROOF since Jan2009 when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime began their "egg."
So, honey, I cannot figure out why the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is STILL forbidding you from me. I understand you, as one fellow sane example, not the criminally insane. Their keeping you away from me so completely does not make any sense to me at all, so I cannot figure out why they are doing it.
I love you. I am doing my best to fix this. But the Inhuman Atrocity Regime just might be too literally insane for me to figure this out, though. I am only human after all.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, how goes your "Bogart saves Silicon Valley" mission for me? Our NSA alpha nerds really needed the extra private-sector mobilization, especially from our darlings at Apple.
You never fail me. You might have just saved the NASDAQ for me and my darling Vinny by doing this. As always, tell me if anyone there needs anything from me myself.
Even more romantic than your helping save the world, did you buy the Rainbow Bar & Grill or did Sweetness? Would you like it if we own it? I love you. I will sell it to you for two dollars. Giggle.
Darling, there is such a horrible feeling I get sometimes that I failed our Metropolis of Angels by only being able, if even able at all, to preserve and restore my beloved downtown Santa Monica out of all of our REAL, local neighborhoods from this Inhuman-Atrocity-Regime-alone-forced-no-alternative-on-us-all-but war we must fight to save our once-great America and our entire one humanity from them all.
My entire population of REAL and local friends, REAL and local colleagues, REAL and local lovers, REAL and local believers, and REAL and local family all promised me we would rebuild our entire Metropolis of Angels together after this no-other-option-but war (And we all know how much I hate war.) we have already been fighting for years here in our own REAL home.
And our entire one mobilized world, from our REAL U.S. government with our REAL allies to our fellow warrior private sector, are going to help us make sure our always-young-so-always-the-latest-and-greatest-anyway Metropolis of REAL Angels is rebuilt even better than ever when our fight here to save humanity is finally done.
We will do this for every REAL local, not just for the rich and famous, just lead by the rich and famous. We are one Metropolis. This is our home. This is what we do together.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, what is your explanation for your smoldering eyes on Friday night, 10Jun2016? That was unusual. I know you get weird (expletive) commands from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to be able to be with me on our sacred Promenade together at all. Please remind them you are NOT a trained actor, and I am an empath who only knows how you feel for REAL. Goddamn, you all get weird commands from them.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, yes, my darling Handsome also told me he prefers to be on our sacred Promenade, too, despite how truly dangerous this not-even-thinly-veiled battlefield is for all of you recognizable as my own.
I was convinced you both kept returning after Thursday night, 10Jun2016, not just because you cannot bear being away from me but also out of sheer defiance. I know our REAL feeling of sheer defiance. I sum it up with, "Look, Gestapo! I'm jaywalking!" and "Look, IAR! I'm back at your fake Von's the very next day!"
You are my REAL boyfriend. I love you. I am not going to let you die if I can prevent it any more than you are going to let me die if you can prevent it. This is our reality. This is what love does to sane humans. So, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is just going to have to get used to all of us like this. Are you choosing to be at our Sunday night date night tonight?
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, giggle. Oh, you finally saw how you look to me in my own eyes! I love you. Someday we might figure who (And I consider all conscious entities capable of sending energy I can render visible to be individual-though-connected conscious "people.") sent me your clean-shaven, clear-as-daylight, celestial image on the night of your 53rd birthday. All we can be sure if right now is that someone else powerful wanted us together that night.
As for our housekeeping, my Mr. Love-of-my-Life, do you need any more help from me kicking our REALLY IAR-occupied businesses, residences,and buildings into line? I would really like you to get back to leading our REAL people and our one world for me in my absence. So, the faster we get our real estate in order, the better. Tell me what you need.
My hero and my king, I know. Again, I love you, too. Until your flowers kiss my rain...