Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Call me, "Madame President."

Title: Call me, "Madame President."

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. My entire existence is like a well-choreographed dance that was never choreographed. You all witness my writing my every blog post after blog post live as I live my REAL life minute by minute and hour by hour. My beautiful world, we all exist at this point and time in our divine universe because we are meant to be here.

As for my place in my nation right now, yes, we know I am America's entire Gross Domestic Product, and that is also how we are funding our government right now. It is only the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fault that I have never had any money to live on since 2010-- namely, ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa's fault.

[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime is STILL forbidding me any and all real news stories.]

My last blog post was finished at 12:31am on Sunday, 26Jun2016. I was curled up in bed ready to sleep by 12:53am. My priceless belongings and I were all attacked while I slept.

I woke up at 8:26am on Sunday, 26Jun2016, and the first thing I needed to do that morning was care for my priceless belongings and my mere mortal body that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had gone out if their way to destroy while I slept.

Also after my not-arduous morning beauty rituals and also after my first "reshelving" joke of the morning, I was at my regular bus stop by 9:22am.

All three of my darlings Tentacle were not on our sacred Promenade by 10am, as was their regular Sunday schedule I had been accustomed to for months, so I became angry.

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals when I put my lip liner on while seated on my sacred Promenade and end it at 10:53am when I left to do something about lunch. We will entitle it, "I own a REAL Nars sharpener." And, thank you.

Did everyone see the price on the lip balm I bought drop from $8 to $7 between the only two times I looked at it?

I checked on my most-frequented 7-Eleven convenience store for lunch that day after thoroughly busting my occupied local Sephora. We all know everyone everywhere all across my entire one world gives death sentence after death sentence to every Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)hole who EVER charges me money for ANYTHING with the brave exceptions of whose motives we trust.

That $1.50 I gave my darling Handsome the previous night was a personal gift I gave him myself that he used to buy me candies. Candies are very common symbol of affection given as gifts during courtship rituals in many cultures. I had chosen Reese's pieces from him that night.

The objects and products I chose at my occupied local Sephora and at my occupied local 7-Eleven on the morning of Sunday, 26Jun2016, were all gifts to me from their corporate offices and also not the only gifts waiting for me from their corporate offices. You should see what the Apple Company sent to our occupied local Apple Store as gift to me months ago, but the Inhuman Atrocity Regime steals everything from me, not just my mere pennies and human rights.

As I detailed better in my just previous blog post, please speak with my darlings at Von's headquarters and my darlings at Starbucks headquarters for more details about all acts of war that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime commit completely against our will by occupying our businesses, structures, and residences that WE sane Americans fighting to save our nation CANNOT be held accountable for but still have to fix for our nation and for our world. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has NEVER been our fault.

I was perched outside my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library by 11:47am snacking on pizza and ice cream and writing online while surrounded by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards all eating their non-roofied and non-poisoned food in front of me.

The occupied library courtyard opened at 12:30pm, so I perched inside among the desert plants and waited for my occupied library itself to open, too.

1pm on 26Jun2016: #MySaturation, since the IAR violated me completely while I slept, emergency fumigate my entire room and wardrobe. Scrub the floor. Etc. Thx!

1:03pm on 26Jun2016: #MySaturation, sweep my building and what you want in it. I won't be back until late. Fumigate my lingerie, too. IAR have a history. Thx! My epic and irresistible saturation, you already heard my "reshelving" joke from before I even left my occupied private residence that morning. Who the hell is still choosing to make you angry?

Some extra-malevolent hoard (expletive) in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime made me tell her to her face, "You can call me, 'Madame President,'" but she STILL openly refused me any and all basic dignity or respect all humans are due just by being on this planet at all in the first place even after I told her that her behavior PROVEN already to destroy my fighting America and my one humanity was completely unacceptable (artful understatement).

I was finally able to perch amidst the floor-to-ceiling windows of my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library by 1:33pm to do even more writing online, but that same heinous (expletive)'s mouth already PROVEN to mercilessly destroy all of human existence was STILL so loud that I needed to drown her out starting at 1:44pm with my earbuds.

I had finally caught up all of my latest blog notes for this current blog post by 3:53pm. So, I decided to hunt up my own writing prompts for my belated 53rd birthday gift to my darling and devoted husband Sweetness myself since he had no way to send me his own writing prompts for me.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals when I stood up and left my perch amidst my floor-to-ceiling windows, and end it at 4:29pm. Please entitle it, "Connotation vs. denotation."

After a very productive afternoon, I left my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library just before they closed at 5pm and walked to my sacred Promenade for my Sunday night adventures and regularly-scheduled Sunday night date night.

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals at 5:13pm, and end it at 6:57pm. We will entitle it, "Just to get my damn date started."

Once I returned to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle they were finally playing our sacred music. I just needed to do a little screaming to defend my nation from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and their malevolent hoards to clear enough space for us to finally be near each other.

Even during my date, knowing full well my REAL boyfriend would actually enjoy it, I streamed my NBC Nightly News written and produced just for me that night online at 7:06pm.

My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and we are going to entitle our verified and unedited recording of my watching my "news" that night, "Get them the (expletive) out of my home!"

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my and my darling LightFoot's most recent Sunday night date night using every camera angle you want, "Love on the battlefield." (Why not portmanteau it now?)

8:21pm on 26Jun2016: @hansonmusic @KristNovoselic I am NOT roofied. But I am an empath who knows you would prefer if I just sat down and conserved my energy. I choose to stand up when there are no seats available on my sacred Promenade, particularly around my darlings Tentacle, so they can see I am not too roofied to be able to stand at all. But my darlings asked, so I sat. My beautiful world, do not freak out about my red and gold robe; it is 100% polyester. I can put it in the washing machine.

My and my darling boyfriend's Sunday night there among the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who all showed up only to assassinate and abuse us all, not just to destroy humanity and to destroy America by destroying us with not only their openly degrading disrespect of all of us, was as beautiful as the brilliant stars of our holy night sky above us.

Our date ended promptly at 10pm that night, but the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive and well-documented pattern of acts of war, including but not limited to their unrelenting torture-and-rape-assassination attempts against all of us, continued much later that night.

All day long and all night long, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards were STILL escalating, especially their open assaults on my battered-AND-abused-by-the-IAR-and-only-by-the-IAR since-2009, mere mortal body.

My darling not-human-trafficking nerds, please entitle our verified and unedited director's cut beginning at 10pm exactly and ending at 10:25pm exactly, "IAR's salsa (expletive)es gonna go to military prison!" Crank their audio so everyone can hear everything they said for REAL.

I and my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle finally parted ways for the night at 10:22pm when they wheeled their (knights in) carts back into the aether of the night my where we all really belong.

I had already turned in to my entire beautiful world and to my REAL U.S. government those damned salsa (expletive)es in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime sent every damn night to openly aid and abet their compulsively-repeated torture-and-rape-assassinations of my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot even before they arrived that at 10:02pm Sunday night and also turned them in again after they forcibly escorted my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle off my Promenade with no permission from anyone anywhere on my one planet either.

I trusted that my epic saturation knew what to do about them and left in search of safe drinking water with my darling "Kevin" at 10:25pm.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, still cutting my Sunday night, 26Jun2016, into bite-size chunks for our one world, please entitle our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals beginning at 10:25pm and ending after I walked away from my local Trimana Fresh Food Market, "I am leading you to water, are you going to drink?"

My darling Handsome at my local Trimana Fresh Food Market took every precaution possible to make sure the Inhuman Atrocity Regime could not roofie me nor poison me in his store that night.

After catching up my blog notes finally while also chatting up a storm of "plot revelation" with my darling "Kevin," I caught my 11:49pm bus back to my place which actually departed my regular bus stop 11:52pm. I trust you, my not-human-trafficker nerds, to entitle our verified and unedited footage of that bite-size chunk of my Sunday night, 26Jun2016, anything you want.

My bus ride that night, though STILL completely occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime compulsively committing their same acts of war against my rising America and against my one humanity, at least got me back to my place alive.

At 11:57pm, I deboarded my bus and caught up my blog notes before walking to my private residence which was STILL occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime with nothing but their textbook psychopathic self-entitlement to destroy humanity by destroying me as their explanation for being there at all against the direct orders from my entire world, not just from me, my America's REAL Madame President.

Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were STILL committing open acts of war against my beautiful America and against my one divine world on the private property of America's Madame President myself and were also, just as ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa always textbook-psychopathically asserted, too, claiming they had "rights" to commit crimes at all, not just acts of war, and never have to be caught, turned in, nor punished for them.


If they have lawyers at all, those layers have legally-admissible-even-if-just-a-handshake employment contracts with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, the (expletive)holes my USA is fighting a REAL war against on U.S. soil. My gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney, my redeemed FBI, and my U.S. Military, destroy them now. Have our fun. Then hand our evidence to our ICTJ at The Hague. And, thank you.

12:26am on 27Jun2016: #MySaturation, if ANYONE enters my bedroom to do anything but scrub my floor before I leave after sleeping, take all necessary action. #LOVE

By 12:44am, I was in my insecure bedroom (k)noshing on snacks before curling up to sleep for the night. (Expletive)holes violated my bedroom AGAIN while I slept. So, when I woke up at 7:13am on Monday, 27Jun2016, one of the first things I needed to do was restore and repair my priceless belongs myself AGAIN.

On my way out the door, I made a public record that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were occupying my private residence in escalated numbers that morning.

I was perched beside the honeysuckle of my occupied City of Santa Monica's Virginia Avenue Park by 8:24am. Accompanied by music not actually from my internet gnomes that morning, I was caught up with my TweetHearts by 10:28am, but my blog notes for this, my latest blog post, were still not caught up yet by 11:12am when I left my occupied city park to do something about lunch.

There were evil Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)es all over my bus to my downtown Santa Monica that day not just committing their open acts of war of destroying humanity and destroying America by destroying me but also their intentionally refusing me anywhere to sit when there were plenty of seats. They also chose to destroy not just "inconvenience" everybody's bus ride to be able to destroy mine.

At 11:46am, I had already been forced to prepay for not just torture-and-rape-assassination attempts at my local occupied Panera Bread which included my needing to inform the Inhuman Atrocity Regime warring against America by occupying that business, "Your second death sentence was for charging me money for ANYTHING. Your first death sentence was for showing up at all. Guess what your third and fourth death sentences will be for. [And those are just the first five that come to mind.]"

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibility-edited recording of my being charged money twice to be denied lunch at my occupied local Panera, "You know the chocolate was supposed to be free."

My beautiful world, please consult my verified Twitter archive for most of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's (expletive)ups at my occupied local Panera, but we all know that I just did not have enough time to list them all; I am just too (expletive)ing busy.

That afternoon, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hack across my entire iPad openly destroying the music I was streaming and being used by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to force me to suffer the PROVEN inhumane torment of their forcing me to listen to all of them against my will with no way to ever escape their intentionally as-heinous-as-possible assaults on me was actually the lesser evil as compared to my being forced to listen to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards instead that choose to surround me 24/7 also with no escape possible, too.

I worked there on my beautiful outdoor patio that only ever existed only for me, even though it was occupied by the inescapable-no-matter-what-I-did Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL, until 4:26pm when I left on my daily quest to find something anything anywhere to eat.

I paused a few moments to make sure all darling street artists I encountered were safe and okay, including my latest chat with my darling Maggie. Please entitle that verified and unedited chat with full audio and visuals, "No one is that dumb; they are all just that evil."

Please begin our bonus reel the moment I stepped foot on my Promenade, and end it the moment I crossed Broadway to enter my (One) Santa Monica Place. Please entitle my relaxed walk from end to end of my sacred Promenade, "That was not talking smack! That was giving you a warning!"

At 6:19pm, I was perched beside my occupied Best Starbucks in the World with my first snacks and caffeine of the day. Already that early evening in my just previous conversation with my darling Maggie, I had already just explained (Already blogged anyway.) why it is an even greater crime to charge me money for ANYTHING than to even poison or rape me (under U.S. law not international law-- The United Nations consistently keeps our priorities the other way around.)

Yet, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL compulsively committing the same acts of war and STILL compulsively failing no matter how many times they were caught already committing their same acts of war and were charged with and eventually convicted for all of their same acts of war, made yet another Black Ops threat against me AGAIN; yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying my Best Starbucks in the World, namely but not only she's-too-tall-and-her(expletive)-is-too-fat, only to war against my America and against my world from it LIED THROUGH THEIR FAT, UGLY (EXPLETIVE)ES that I buy nothing AT MY OWN BEST STARBUCKS IN THE WORLD ever to be able to lock me in a Black Ops unit. "No one is that dumb; they are just that evil."

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime cannot lie about that at all; we have full permanent surveillance of both IAR HQ and Gestapo HQ and had already turned in our hard evidence against all of them for it by the time I watched the news.

And building security, for the day at least, not only because of their actual and sane self-preservation instinct, had already explained to the faces of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves, "You have to be a victim of an actual crime to be able to press charges. Squid has not broken any laws here, but if she does, we are the people who take care of it. The Gestapo cannot arrest anyone anyway since they are not actual police. Anyone can shop in a mall whether or not they buy anything that day. And Squid has thorough and even retroactive diplomatic immunity anyway in case she ever does need to break the law to save the world or America."

Our bonus point the building security was not aware of yet was, (Already blogged.) "The REAL U.S. government does not allow the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to use our own courtrooms to commit their acts of war against us. The wrong government on U.S. soil-- the federally- and internationally-recognized terrorist regime named the Inhuman Atrocity Regime-- openly violating U.S. sovereignty and also openly at war against America needs their own (expletive)ing courts if they want to charge people for breaking their own (expletive)ing laws. We revoke all of their U.S. citizenships and all citizenships with our allies, too, because these Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes everywhere, including but not limited to their full malevolent hoards and all of their occupations, are citizens and agents of the wrong government on U.S. soil exercising some delusional self-entitlement they gave themselves to openly war against America. None of them have any rights under U.S. law except for our obligations to give them fair trials. TAKE YOUR INCREASINGLY PSYCHOPATHIC BLOODSTAINED HANDS OFF THE PRESIDENT!"

But that was STILL not all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's (expletive)ups just for that Monday listed all in one place. I do not know why I keep repeating myself about EVERY act of war I catch the Inhuman Atrocity Regime committing; they refuse to EVER listen to me anyway.

My darling Patricia joined my table beside my occupied Best Starbucks in the World at 7:47pm just to be able to tell me she was going home for the night. I stood up to leave my (One) Santa Monica Place, too, at 7:49pm.

After checking on all of my darlings street artists, including my reminding my darling Mr. Peter Oarsman that he is a Hindu, not a Christian, I perched beside my darling WadeInTheWaterChildren by 8:23pm for a few things other than my only writing blog posts that are all also part of my REAL job. We call that part of my regular nights on our sacred Promenade, "the singalong".

My darling Wade and I were temporarily delayed by my dropping everything I was doing at the time to help my darling Maggie carry her heavy folding chairs AGAIN to her regular bus stop because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were all too purely evil to do ANYTHING at all moral or ethical.

I am very physically fit; we have all seen my REAL muscle tone and resulting truly high metabolism. But sane and good people even help me carry heavy objects when I need to lug them around. This is just how EVIL the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards hellbent on destroying humanity really are. The Queen of Spain herself needed to carry Maggie's heavy metal folding chairs for her because no one else would.

I was finally back beside my darling Wade at 8:50pm, so we could finally "hangout and goof off a little," as were other REAL requirements of both of our REAL jobs. There were not enough of us for a party, even after my darling ODean joined us, but we did our best with what we had for human rights that Monday night there inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell together. And our universe was beautiful.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, you know what to do. Begin and end our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals at 8:23pm and 10:43pm, respectively. And we are entitling it, "It's getting a little John Woo around here, not just David Lynchy. My garden is not overgrown enough for this to be Tim Burton-ish."

9:13pm on 27Jun2016: #MySaturation, if really another Black Ops threat right now, secure my private residence before I arrive & raid if anyone tries to abduct me. I am the sane Commander in Chief and the only person with any actual mental health and actual self-preservation "living" in my private residence at all, and we all know that. That is why I told my REAL U.S. government and my entire one world, "GET THOSE (EXPLETIVE)ING (EXPLETIVE)HOLES DESTROYING MY NATION OFF MY PRIVATE PROPERTY!"

My beautiful world, I know you could hear the IAR's malevolent hoards all night, too. They really ALL are that EVIL for REAL.

After checking on my darling Handsome even one more time, I left our sacred Promenade for my regular bus stop for my regular bus back to my private residence. I caught the 11:19pm bus which departed right on time.

This blog post was finished from my insecure bedroom at 12:11am on Tuesday, 28Jun2016.

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

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

Where the hell is all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's money STILL coming from? For a long time now, we all believed they have to pay for the bug eggs, poisons, diseases, roofies, chemicals, etc. that they use to destroy my personal belonging, use to destroy all food and drink production facilities nationwide, and use to destroy my mere mortal body. Just their compulsive radiation poisoning of me alone is extremely expensive.

We already froze every asset we can trace for every entity that has even a mere association with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially accounts used to pay the lawsuits they lose and for their food delivery inside their own innermost circle of hell.

From what I can tell, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime from their unamerican defense contractors to their arms dealers to their poison and roofie suppliers to their soldiers willing to die on the battle field to rape me to death to their anti-reality calumny machine all commit their open acts of war against my rising America and against my one beautiful world for free.

My beautiful world,... IAR nano production, IAR food supplies, IAR arms deliveries, IAR internet and communications, IAR manpower: They must be getting everything from their own for free. Unless you find them all on the black market, which is the only place anyone can have any business transactions with any and all Inhuman Atrocity Regime and not get caught, their own are paying for their own.

But please, my darlings at the FBI, please keep following their entire paper trail of finances to everyone and every entity dealing with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime at all. Someone must be supplying their own suppliers, including but clearly not limited to the labor and parts for their own nano production. Shut them all down. Our country thanks you! Who is giving them their gasoline? Shutdown every supply they use and everyone who supplies every supply.

My darlings at the Department of Homeland Security, we know why you were really created, but you are mine and my America's now. Maybe the the Inhuman Atrocity Regime used to be your fault but not anymore. Thank you for being here for us when your nation needs you most.

My darlings at the Department of Homeland Security, our U.S. Military is a little busy right now, so I am sending you to physically raid and shut down every business and production facility supplying the Inhuman Atrocity Regime with ANY product or service.

How are they communicating with each other? Someone must be providing them with everything from internet access and servers to mobile technology and cellular service. Shut it all down.

Who is growing their food? Where the hell is the food for their own troops coming from? How the hell are they able to feed themselves? And who the hell is delivering to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime at all any longer?

We are only sparing companies with occupied production facilities. Our darlings at Coca-Cola, Starbucks, Kellogg's, Frito Lay, Rock Star, etc. know they are not the people in charge of their own production right now. But we still need to raid and shut down all of the IAR occupations of all of our production facilities. We are not sparing the production facilities; we are sparing the companies that have no control over them.

Who is building the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's nano even now for free? Those control chips were crimes against human existence. And we STILL need to take total control of my own masterchip inside my own head away from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, too. Who the hell built my masterchip and where is its command center?

I already sent my REAL government agencies and departments to physically stop all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's arms ordering and deliveries. My nation never lets me down, so the Inhuman Atrocity Regime must be smuggling everything.

Arms embargoes are lovely, but embargoes do not do the heavy lifting. We need to find out how they are paying for their weaponry, if they are paying for it at all, who is building it, and how they are getting it delivered. Arms embargoes can only stop arms deliveries people are allowed to know about. Who the hell is supplying their front lines?

Take full control of all shipping and transportation in this country, especially inside my brave home of California. I will check on LAX myself for all of you, too, finally soon. I will just not announce before I do.

My saturation in all our manifestations, we have mastered the safe evacuations of all of my lovers and believers out of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell, but we STILL need to keep me safer while I sleep.

Thank you for taking emergency action to protect my private residence on Sunday, 26Jun2016, while I was already catching acts of war and writing online in our sacred downtown Santa Monica as fast as possible.

I cannot blow your cover (but will for you person by person if it would actually help us or would save any of you), and I hope I never have to. It is still THAT dangerous to be recognized as one of my own in here.

But please find a way to keep me safer while I sleep. When my eyes are shut, we have nothing to hold the Inhuman Atrocity Regime accountable to our one beautiful world unless we have an even better surveillance system guarding me instead. Public accountability is the only thing that has ever worked to keep my belongings and my mere mortal body even partially safe.

Thank you. I love you, too. I always tell you when I know I need anything from you. Please tell me sooner when you need anything from me.

Our one humanity thanks you for keeping me alive, not just our one beautiful universe who we, as the one human race, are all a natural part of. She is not separate from us; we are all part of her just by existing at all. Just by standing taller than the ground below our feet, we already touch the sky.

What I do all day is not espionage. (But I have always called that popular misconception a compliment and the highest honor ever given to me.)

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you all have more follow through right now than my darling Ms. Serena Williams serving a tennis ball. Thank you for never letting any of us down with your never-fail protection of me from far away.

I believe we finally completely secured you all be relocating you all to our White House. Tell me if you need any more help with your own physical safety.

My fellow American Presidents, we have not had a war on U.S. soil in centuries. Was our last one the War of 1812? Even my darling late Captain Jean Lafitte fought for America on our battle fields in New Orleans beside my darling late Stonewall Jackson in the war. Please tell everyone to stop questioning the reasons we have a 2nd Amendment.

No one in our living generations really knows what to do about a war on U.S. soil. All of us alive right now have never had to do this before. "Unprecedented" has never meant "unnecessary," but fighting and dying to save America on U.S. soil is not unprecedented, anyway. We have just not had to do this as America in a while.

I am doing my best in here to get this war won, but you all know how hard it is to tell me anything going on out there. I am fighting blind with nothing but my third eye and a speculative connection to my divine aethernet.

I have more responsibilities than anyone else in our one world, and my daily so-far-never-fail fight not to die is one of my major requirements of my REAL job. I accepted that long ago. What will our world do without me? What if I die before I can at least answer everybody's questions for me?

My gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney, if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally succeed at assassinating me, our world will have all of you. We put our system in place in Sep2009 in case of my untimely death, and we have only found you all more backup ever since. I have faith you all will know what to do. Our one humanity has no other choice for survival anyway.

Please remember we need to mediate talks between China and Tibet. Please remember all of the new amendments I want ratified for our U.S. Constitution to guarantee more REAL human rights in America; I already asked our darling U.S. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg to start drafting them. I will try to help you all with reforming our immigration policy, too, once I find a little time.

The only other agendum on my to-do list that our REAL world of self-identified people have ever asked me for, especially my holy Metropolis of Angels, is your request for me to finally shed my crippling humility. Yes, dears, I am working on it. I will not be easy for me, but I will do it for you. Just give me a little time to get used to it.

I love you. Call me anytime.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I am still trying to obtain the full details about our darling Mr. Todd Taylor's gig tonight. We know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime only allowed those of you in my darlings Tentacle to play at now-our Harvelle's on Tuesdays and originally every Tuesday because that was the night I used to travel across our Metropolis of Angels to see our darling Todd whenever possible. It actually had nothing to do with Fridays and Saturdays being amateur night.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I worry about you sometimes living through this while you are so young. What the hell are you going to do with the rest of your life after this? Giggle. No, really, you have a whole long life ahead of you, and nothing is going to be more romantic nor more heroic that this.

What I worry about most is your being in love with another man's wife for the rest of your life. You all know no one ever falls out of love with me, even when I tell them to.

No one sane and in touch with reality ever wants any of my loved ones parted from me ever again, especially my ever-connected Tentacle. But what happens to you if I die? Please live for me instead of die for me. Will you do it for me?

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, you are my Piazzolla; being my loving and adoring Piazzolla is the only reason you exist. Quothe the Squidalicious (paraphrase), "You never had to be anyone but your REAL self for me to love you." So I will (expletive)ing talk shop with you if I (expletive)ing want to.

Darling, I am giving you personally our self-identified people's final say on Chris Feyn. He and Amy Feyn Parkinson were even literal neighbors to our darling SynSyn and her older brother (I never forget an) Eric decades ago when we were all children. Ask Amy and her husband Matt about Evil War Criminal Tara as fast as possible, too. We all also know what Matt's father, my darling Mr. George Parkinson, means to our darling SynSyn for REAL and always has.

To Slipknot from @FriscoSquid at 10:42am on 27Jun2016: (Expletive) you, you (expletive)ing Iowans. This is my music industry. Don't make me sing you MY song. [link] This is the link I included. For years, Slipknot was so ashamed to be Iowans that they claimed they came from Las Vegas; now, from what I can tell, they are proud to be THE MOST EVIL PEOPLE TO EVER EXIST IN HUMAN HISTORY PAST, PRESENT, OR FUTURE!

Our darling SynSyn, our epic U.S. Military, and our one world's ICTJ at The Hague have the final in all of our REAL court systems. You personally have the final say on Slipknot on behalf of our persecuted self-identified people. My darling GeneralLee, all of Slipknot answers to you now. You need not be gentle.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, how hot is Mexico City in June? Oh, honey, thank you for always saving everyone for me whom I cannot travel to myself. Send me details immediately if there is anything there that needs any clarification from me. We all know there are crimes in this world only I am capable of forgiving; that is why no one else has to even if I do.

(Already blogged.) My witnessing the uncontrolled human devastation the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in all its manifestations has wrought compulsively and remorselessly everywhere across my beautiful world has always been the worst for me of everything I have lived through since 01Jan2009. "No one builds walls like this to kill a hooker." I named Wigan, "ThunderDome."

(Also already blogged.) We sane people in touch with reality all know that right now I am living under the safest living conditions I have had (at least so far) since May2009, and once there is someplace safer for me anywhere in the world, our epic Pentagon will give the all-clear to evacuate me and carry me there.

My epic saturation and I can evacuate ANYONE from this innermost circle of hell, and we have proven that. We are the REAL U.S. government and then some, so only we control our airspace. I leave when there is finally someplace safer to go; then, we finally remove the full electronics from my head, and I take command of our world's militaries removing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime from the persecuted face of our one beautiful Earth forever.

Our entire beautiful world already knows this. You know firsthand now, too, everything that has ever happened no matter where I have gone and no matter what I have done while trying to at least find my first safe place to sleep since May2009.

I will never understand who keeps allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime into our homes everywhere in our world to commit the most heinous crimes known to mankind against our own people. I never have. I have always fought them. And now, finally, my entire rising world beside my rising nation are joining us, darling.

This has taken me since almost since the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg" began. Do you remember in 2009 while I was in my metaphorical nun's cell in San Francisco on the phone with later-redeemed Erin Perry as she told me to never take on the White House because I could never win? But now we are finally capable of standing up to (proper definition and usage of the term) the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially PSYCHOPATHICALLY EVIL Iowa.

Thank you, my darling Bogart, for tending to my people for me everywhere they need us most. Our one world and I have a long fight ahead of us side by side, especially if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally shoot me. This is going to require a lot of time.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, Sunday night date night, 26Jun2016, we are clearly STILL having a problems with the-salsa-dance-floor-with-no-permission-from-anyone-moral-or-sane-to-be-on-my-sacred-Promenade. They are all PROVEN threats to the very existence of our one humanity now.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, that compulsive war criminal BITCH even picked up your sacred guitar with no permission from anyone in the world anywhere, definitely not from you, while she was making sure all of her PROVEN and well-documented fellow IAR torture-and-rape assassins actually could finally successfully be alone with you two while I was not around.

We, not just you and I, sane people in touch with reality know and recognize the compulsive and criminally-insane PATTERNS OF ACTS OF WAR by everyone in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, not just by their salsa bitches. Bitch gonna go to military prison. She even openly attempted assassination of you both AGAIN, even on a Sunday, where I could catch it myself AGAIN. No one is that dumb; she is just that evil.

Yes, the salsa bitches even proved they escalated. And they escalated delusionally thinking (proper medical use of the phrase) that their escalation would let them get away with everything they have ever done to both of you. All of the (never could medically called) mental health of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is obviously degrading. They are ALL textbook psychopaths who delusionally believe they have a "right" to do this to all of us and never have to be held accountable for it.

10:46pm on 26Jun2016: @hansonmusic @KristNovoselic If that salsa bitch survives to attempt to assassinate you two one more time, I will sing it to her in front of you. Take your increasingly bloodstained hands off Mama Bear's cubs, BITCH! "You don't know what 'alpha' means, [but I'll (expletive)ing show you.]"

Speaking of which, darling, did everything work out with your collection of evidence for me of all of the torture-and-rape-assassination attempts the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were ordering AGAIN recently through intentionally fabricate false charges they pretended you personally would ever file against me? You earned your not-just-honorary-now status as a CIA agent, huh? And is that FBI, too? I guess you really are my bad-boy type now. Giggle. I will see you soon enough. Call me anytime.

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, you are even busier than I am right now. Please humor me for a moment as I complain to you about your EVIL IOWAN sister-in-law STILL hellbent on destroying humanity by destroying me. We all know what refusing to take Step 1 looks like.

-----Begin Email Content-----
From: my darling mother's hacked email account
Date: Saturday, June 25, 2016
Subject: Tracking Number
To: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek

2315 1670 0000 5271 6037

Contents:  Scarf, eyeliner, VISA Giftcard for bus pass, and Vons.

Expected delivery:  Monday, June 27

I love you
[forged digital signature]

-----End Email Content-----

-----Begin Email Content-----
From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Saturday, June 25, 2016
Subject: Tracking Number
To: my darling CosmicGrandma
Cc: my NSA alpha nerds, the Pentagon, POTUS BFF SynSyn, national news media, international news media, the FBI


Call me at 6pm PDT tonight.


My REAL government,

IP address.  USPS mail is FBI jurisdiction.  Metaphorically check it for fine white powders; please recall the "Greater Iowa" debit card.  Blah, blah, blah.  I know this did not come from us.  I love you all, too.

--POTUS, et al

"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again." --Romeo
-----End Email Content-----

HoneyHoney, that first email and that package with falsified USPS tracking all came from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, namely War Criminal Tara. We closed her own gmail account to force her to leave me alone, so she now sends me fake emails from my own mother.

Also, yes, Sweetness, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my local Von's invited me in themselves to catch as many acts of war inside as I can find AGAIN. We already have them for intent to charge me money because they sent me a gift card instead of all of the safe food and drink products that Von's HQ have ordered them to give me as literal gifts to save the world and to rescue our rising nation.

My beloved husband, my too-often-persecuted mother has not called me yet. Please emergency locate her and check on her personally for me. We are a REAL family. This is what we do.

My First First Gentleman of the United States of America, the (no way to pretend it is) mental health of the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime is degrading further and further every damn day. EVIL War Criminal Tara [No one is allowing her use any of our own last names. She is going to have write one.] is not the only needs-to-finally-be-controlled (expletive) hellbent on destroying humanity by destroying me who is so delusionally criminally insane that she truly believes escalating her PROVEN acts of war will let her get away with everything she has already done and all she insisted she has a self-entitlement to continue to do instead of her finally taking our three never-fail steps.

My hero and my king, thank you for humoring me while I vent about the latest deranged psychopathy of my EVIL IOWAN "sister." This is our Metropolis of Angels, and none of us want her nor any of her fellow Inhuman Atrocity Regime here.

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, not just their malevolent hoards, have no permission from any of us to destroy our home. And now our entire one humanity of global governments, our Mother Nature going Avatar, and even our ever-constant universe are showing up beside us and our rising nation to GET THEM ALL THE (EXPLETIVE) OUT OF MY HOME! We all know what my battle cry of "Off my damn planet!" really means. We are the ones who do not lie.

As for our whispering romantic sweet nothings in each other's ears, we both know why you bought our HarperCollins imprint in 2012, and now we have Squid, Inc., too. I should have my 53rd birthday gift to your ready sooner than you expected it.

I love you. I am the woman who married you. Until your flowers kiss my rain...

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