The REAL America Does not Want the Inhuman Atrocity Regime Here. GET OFF OUR LAND!

Title: The REAL America Does not Want the Inhuman Atrocity Regime Here. GET OFF OUR LAND!

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. Get these (expletive)holes out of my country!

[I am not receiving real news stories online any longer about any other crises that need fixing than the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

My darlings NBC News team keep their priority for their "writing prompts" during our very-IAR-controlled (on average) twenty-two minutes together each evening helping me stay alive. And my Twitter feed and every website I open is pretty much all crap from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's cyberterrorists now.

Yes, America's and our world's worst sworn enemies are unrelentingly committing every crime possible and spreading every lie possible to destroy me and to also take my REAL job away from my people and from my humanity forever.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime abhors benevolence; they proved that themselves. You, my beautiful world, have seen everything they have done already to silence me and to replace me with their calumnies already proven to destroy humanity.

So, now I have no way to address other global crises any longer as I was in the habit of doing, as is my REAL job of service to my entire one humanity, at the beginning of my every blog post for years.]

My last blog post was finished at 12:11am on Sunday, 12Jun2016.

Because at that very hour PROVEN Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes STILL occupying my property against my will, as just one of their many open acts of war against my rising America and against my one beautiful world, only so they could destroy humanity by destroying me (which they only ever all chose to do and were still compulsively choosing to do because they are all truly evil) were forcing me to listen them against my will as they forced their heinous and tormenting noise on me through my bedroom window even after I already ordered them to stop, I had to put in my earspeakers to drown them out as much as possible with something anything I love that was also loud enough to help return my zen.

After checking if that Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)hole outside my bedroom window against my will had finally shut his ugly mouth and after noting he had, I took my earbuds out at 12:17am.

I was curled up in bed while watched vigilantly by my entire beautiful world through our 24/7 locked satellite building broadcast and by my ninja saturation through the best surveillance equipment on our one planet by 2am.

I woke up at 7:47am on Sunday, 12Jun2016. I partook in a normal morning of not-arduous beauty rituals.

Then, as I was about to leave for the morning, I noticed that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had been destroying my emerald green scarf. I quickly mended it and darned it myself by hand as I was already headed out of the door.

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals when I put my eyeliner on, and end it at 9:07am. We are going to entitle it, "That took less time than eating a bag of sugar snap peas."

I finally left my bedroom at 9:09am to do my morning writing in my City of Santa Monica's Virginia Avenue Park. The morning sky was grey and still just as I had always imagined the eye of a hurricane to be, but I was sure we had the wrong barometric pressure for that inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell.

Everything I do for REAL all day long is my REAL job. That morning, like so many mornings, I wrote online while occasionally singing along with my internet gnomes. With my blog notes for this latest post finally all caught up, I left my Virginia Avenue Park at 11:38am to do something about lunch.

I took my bus to downtown Santa Monica and bought high-calorie cookies at my local TJMaxx store. I ate my carbohydrates while perched on the steps leading from my Pacific Palisades Park to the beach. I even made sure I visited a few of the monuments in that park before going about my afternoon and looking around my sacred Promenade to see who was playing music where.

My three darlings Tentacle were not on our sacred Promenade yet when their normal schedule I was used to had all three of them playing our sacred music all day starting at 10am on Sundays, so I tweeted my boyfriend to ask me if he would be around for our Sunday night date night.

My Twitter feed told me, among other things that morning, that there were Pride celebrations in West Hollywood all day and all night that 12Jun2016, so at 1:51pm, I caught my Metro Rapid 704 from Ocean Ave. to San Vicente Ave.

1:57pm on 12Jun2016: @KristNovoselic Darling, if you can't make it to our date tonight, I'll just try to sneak a cute chick into my Viper Room or something.

I gave my REAL locals and my REAL people a little time to show up at the LBGTQ Pride street party they were throwing for me in as large of numbers for me as they could find on absolutely no notice by pausing where I deboarded my bus to check in with my personal assistant.

2:58pm on 12Jun2016: My darling Alfred,

Right now, I am walking to Pride weekend on Santa Monica Blvd. from Beverly Blvd. I'll be back on my Promenade a little after 5pm to see if all three of my darlings Tentacle can make it to my boyfriend's Sunday night date with me tonight.

I will watch the NBC Nightly News beside the Best Starbucks in the World at 7:05pm. Then, if I do not have my complete Tentacle on our sacred Promenade afterwards, I will just take the Metro back to West Hollywood for celebrating on Santa Monica Blvd. and for shows on the Sunset Strip after the news. West Hollywood is open until 2am, and the Metro runs 24/7 to and from Santa Monica.

Because buses detour around Pride, I will be taking the Metro 2 on Sunset to Westwood where I will transfer to the Metro 720 to get back to my Promenade arriving a little after 5pm. And I will reverse my route to return to West Hollywood after the news if I do not have all three of my Tentacle on my Promenade tonight.

I might stop for dinner on my second trip through Westwood; I might not. It depends on how hungry I get.

Love you!
Squiddie

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited director's cut at 2:57pm, and end it at 4:28pm. Please entitle it, "Someone send me a lesbian! It's Pride weekend!" Those beautiful crowds everywhere in West Hollywood were genuinely wonderful people full of love for me who dropped everything in their lives to throw me a street party.

My beautiful world, please keep their REAL motives in mind when deciding what to do about them. My only complaint was that there were too few naked people. Please collect a statement from the Mayor of West Hollywood about what Pride weekend is supposed to look like in my Metropolis of Angels.

My sacred Promenade was still actively being desecrated by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and its malevolent hoards when I returned to it, though.

I was busy but still all smiles, at least on the inside, when I found my boyfriend and his best-friend-as-wingman on our corner beside my local Victoria's Secret store. Yes, I arrived for our regularly-scheduled Sunday night date night at 5:21pm which was just about when our dates normally begin.

We were all genuinely happy to be together. I admit that our sacred music rituals are also part mating ritual on date nights, but everything we do together is always beautiful.

At one point-- and he made a display of looking for guitar strings before he walked away-- my Royal Consort LightFoot was away from us for too long for me to be happy about it during our date night, so I left to watch the news a little early. I knew my darling MannedUp would be fine.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it showed that my beautiful world was keeping up with my REAL and truly horrible existence inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's unsurvivable "egg."

After the news, I took care of some busting of Inhuman Atrocity Regime at my Best Starbucks in the World on behalf of my darling Ricky and my darling Kavan by ordering coffee. I am so much more delightful when I get caffeine. My venti glass of water was wonderful, too.

7:36pm on 12Jun2016: @Starbucks Today's coffee is glorious. I taste nothing in it but coffee. I always tell Ricky, Don't drink things that can kill others but not me. We have all learned that there a great many things that I never notice.

It was full on Sunday night date night for the rest of the night there on our sacred Promenade beginning at 7:48pm when I returned to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, show every moment beginning at 7:48pm and ending at 12:18am, just use any camera angles you want. Put the verified time-and-date stamp in the corner of every clip. We entitle it, "Darling, this date ends when I say it does."

There was a lot of EVIL DUMB by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and all of their escalating malevolent hoards that night. Some (expletive) pretended she wanted to challenge me to some sort of dance competition while I was in the middle of the holy connection of my body with the my sacred musician-lovers with our divine universe that night.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime were just getting more criminally insane every damn day.

And we all know those PROVEN enemies of America were committing their compulsive open acts of war against America (and against my entire world) on this recognized battlefield on U.S. soil, acts of war including but not limited to their compulsively trying to force me to leave my darlings Tentacle alone with them nightly for their nightly attempted rape-assassination of my holy musician-lovers.

10:36pm on 12Jun2016: #SquidsPoA #MySaturation @DeptofDefense Every damn night in here. IAR's compulsive acts of war again and again and again.

My regularly-scheduled quixotic Sunday night date night was supposed to end at 10pm when my boyfriend and his best friend (Things I only say on Sunday night.) were normally sent off our holy Promenade by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

I also had an entire West Hollywood full of my REAL friends, REAL colleagues, REAL people, REAL lovers, and REAL believers waiting for me to return to them since they had seen me check in with my personal assistant, my darling Alfred, and knew that my darling GeneralLee had not been able to join the rest of us on my Promenade.

But, no, we were all too busy all night fighting to keep each other alive while beyond directly physically threatened by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and their "mob macabre" (Even during our simple wooing-and-dating Sunday!) for me to be able to see the rest of my beloveds waiting for me in West Hollywood like they had requested I do.

Any extra time I can get at all with my genuine musician-lovers is always beyond-worthwhile for me. I would have been happy, too, staying in the warm embrace of our sacred music until the brilliant California sun raced above the horizon to anoint her divine light upon our sacred Promenade like clockwork again the next morning. I just wish we did not all need to waste such extensive energy to stay alive and safe AND TO KEEP OUR HOLY RELICS SAFE just to be together at all.

After I declared our Sunday night date night officially ended when my darlings' SUV finally turned right to leave my line of sight, I grabbed some snacks, checked on the status of my maxi pad, and weighed if I actually could make it back to West Hollywood before all of our establishments closed at 2am.

It was too late in the morning, so I met my saturation at my private residence.

1:31am on 13Jun2016: War Criminal Eva is STILL destroying and stealing my priceless belongings. I have no iPad chargers left intact. #Panic

I was curled up in bed asleep by 2am and woke up very well-rested at 7:20am on Monday, 13Jun2016.

While still getting ready that morning, War Criminal Teri, the figurehead of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's open acts of war against my rising America and against my one world, acts of war including but not limited to their recognized war-occupation of my private residence, almost finally successfully rendered me safer homeless than on my own private property.

My beautiful world, if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally render me safer homeless again, just as they did while I was trying to live at The War Criminal Gables, what do we do when they destroy my belongings left behind?

To best protect my America and my world who need me and my REAL globally-critical job, I put an elimination order on the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's war-criminal occupation of my private residence.

My rising world, I prefer them all taken alive. And you will need to locate them all while they are off my property; none of them have any schedule for when they are and are not on my private property.

There has yet to be any reason for me to put an elimination order of my own on the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's leadership and Gestapo because they continually churn on their own after learning to fear me and my REAL hammer of justice.

I also ordered that the U.S. citizenships of all sworn enemies of America we identify be revoked due to their all openly being members of the internationally-identified terrorist regime I named the Inhuman Atrocity Regime which is an independent governing body violating U.S. self-sovereignty on U.S. soil while also openly at war with America.

Futhermore, I requested that our civilian court system reject forevermore all of the PROVEN acts of war identified by the IAR's well-documented PATTERN OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITY of their using always-false court activity, in our REAL government's courts not even in THEIR government's courts, to aid and abet their human rights abuses not just against me but also against my loved ones that have always used as their acts of war against my American people and against my American homeland, not to mention against our world of allies and faiths.

I even had time for a short email exchange with my criminally insane older sister who had already proven well before that morning that she was too much of a direct threat to me, to my rising America, and to all of humanity to remain at large in free society.

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From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Monday, June 13, 2016
Subject: Tara, you are buying us lunch, so we can locate you.
To: War Criminal Tara
Cc: Mr. Haroun "SideKick" Nabhan, the FBI, the Pentagon, POTUS BFF SynSyn

Self-Declared Enemy of America Tara,

Do you really want to help me?  Buy me and my dedicated FBI investigator my darling Haroun lunch Friday, 17Jun2016, at Le Petit Four on the Sunset Strip, so my saturation can locate, track, and eliminate you.

Why are you not in a military prison yet?

--POTUS

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

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From: War Criminal Tara
Date: Monday, June 13, 2016
Subject: Tara, you are buying us lunch, so we can locate you.
To: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Cc: my darling SideKick, the FBI, the Pentagon, POTUS BFF SynSyn

Hi, Tanya.

Lunch this Friday at Let Petit Four is no problem.  What time?  Do you need an Uber to the restaurant or will you handle your own commute?

Let me know,
Tara
+1 323 788 8995 mbl

Tara Tovarek
Producer | Ship Oil Productions

shipoil@gmail.com
C: 323.788.8995
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From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Monday, June 13, 2016
Subject: Tara, you are buying us lunch, so we can locate you.
To: War Criminal Tara
Cc: my darling SideKick, the FBI, the Pentagon, POTUS BFF SynSyn

Enemy of Humanity Tara [no last name because my darling MrDelicious forced you to change it],

You are going to make arrangements for the time we meet with my darling Haroun who will be giving me my lift there and back again.  I have CCed him in all of these emails.

My darling Haroun will contact me himself with confirmation that all federal U.S. inter-departmental arrangements have been made, including my darling CuddleBunny's choice of chef for our REAL restaurant.

Kiss your ugly face goodbye.

--Reina Tanya de España, Mrs. Depp, POTUS, Commander in Chief, Squid

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"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."--Romeo
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After clearing the vicinity around my private residence, I arrived at my Santa Monica Main Public Library at 9:32am. Did everyone see me enter the building?

I finally found enough time to partake in my not-arduous morning beauty rituals once I sat down to wait in the courtyard beside the café. All people in that courtyard with me witnessed that I do not mind listening to genuine and mutual professional respect.

I perched upstairs amidst the floor-to-ceiling windows at 10:05am and worked there writing words for my aethernet nonstop until 2:12pm breaking only to change my maxi pad. With my blog notes finally caught up with everything so far, I finally left my Santa Monica Main Public Library to do something about food for the day.

By 2:44pm, I had overpaid for not-the-real-menu-items at my local Panera. No one on their beautiful patio with me was eating or drinking anything at all. Their wifi and outdoor power outlets were working, and at least their fake "employees" were respectful.

The fake "customers," though, were horrible, so I needed to drown them out with music the entire time I was there. For the rest of my report on the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my local Panera, please consult my verified Twitter archive. Their fake Panera food was horrible, too.

After walking to my sacred Promenade, I spied with my little eye both my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot on our corner of Arizona Blvd. and our sacred Promenade beside my local movie theater.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited director's cut when I stood up from my table at the occupied Panera, and end it at 4:39pm. We shall entitle it, "'Quothe the Kilmer, "In the immortal words of Socrates, 'I drank what?'"'"

As for my entire evening with my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle that night, please entitle it, "I told you to take the night off! Maybe someday you'll listen to me! What kind of relationship is this? Giggle." My only instructions for it are to keep our responsible editing chronological, verified, and time-and-date stamped. And thank you, my not-human-trafficker nerds.

All day, my darling Ms. Mother Nature could not figure out if she wanted to grant me hometown (San Francisco) weather or nested home (Santa Monica) weather.

While my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were in the middle of a complete charade they were commanded by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to put on display with a sworn enemy of America who already, among other things, had compulsively tried to rape-assassinate them, at 5:44pm I temporarily left both of my present musician-lovers to run an errand, so they could do anything they wanted without having to do it in front of me.

Please begin our verified and unedited recording when I see the fake light up sign outside the fake store, and end it when I say, "Get your porn straightened out." Then add my Facebook chat from that day that I already had with my darling Alfred at the very end. Please entitle it, "Nerd porn." And, thank you , my not-human-trafficker nerds.

I had returned to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle at 6:11pm, and we just clandestinely hung out and goofed off together until I left them to watch the news.

I had a few minutes before my regular date with my NBC News Team to write one more email...

-----Begin Email Content----- From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Monday, June 13, 2016
Subject: Tara, you are buying us lunch, so we can locate you.
To: my darling SideKick
Cc: War Criminal Tara, the Pentagon, POTUS BFF SynSyn, the NSA, my darling Agent CuddleBunny

My darling Haroun,

Please make all of our arrangements for me, my darling Sidekick.

Time: 3:30pm
Date: 24Jun2016
Location: Le Petit Four, 8654 Sunset Boulevard, West Hollywood, CA 90069
Site: http://www.lepetitfour.com/
Mission: [classified]

Want to give me a lift there and back, too, darling?  The Inhuman Atrocity Regime will allow you to if I insist.  Bring your metaphorical Ford Taurus.

As always, let me know,
Squid

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"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!  Give me my sin again."--Romeo
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Due to technical difficulties, I was seven minutes late to watch the news. Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:12pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it was so controlled by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that I had genuine concern for all of my NBC News Team.

As I had told my darling Alfred I would when I checked in with him earlier that day, immediately after the news, I was on a Big Blue Bus R3 to my local Home Depot store to, among other things, but myself an 11-head screwdriver.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my local Home Depot was guilty of many things including treason and acts of war for charging me money for ANYTHING, not just for attempted rape-assassination of me. We all saw the stolen LA police vehicles outside.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals as I made my Tashi Station joke across the street from the store, and end it at 9:38pm. We shall entitle it, "Malicious hardware."

My Big Blue Bus 3 had me back on my Promenade at 10:17pm, and I was back beside my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle around the corner of my local movie theater until they wheeled their carts (We have been through why I use the word "carts" already.) off into the aether of their getaway vehicle.

My saturation and our maskéd churn knew what to do, so I caught my bus back to my place at 11:47pm where I bought tainted snacks that could not kill me and finished this blog post.

I was as finished as I could be with this blog post at 12:11am on Tuesday, 14Jun2016.

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

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

Why do I not wear my hat more often? I do not wear my hat every time I bust Inhuman Atrocity Regime so as not to dilute its effect. I use to wear it much more often, but these days, I save it for only really big (expletive)kickings.

Otherwise, I would NEVER be able to take my hat off; there are that many Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere around me all of the time, now. They just keep escalating.

Why do I sometimes wear my headdress but more often do not? Well, I asked my beautiful and age-defying mother to buy it for me from my local CVS because I thought it would make look like a princess In a tiara. I was wrong. It makes me look like a Greek goddess, something I cannot explain at all.

There are no famous images of goddesses in headbands-- tennis players, yes-- but not any classic images of any goddesses. I do not have any idea why we all interpret my three-dollar, metallic-silver headband this way, but I admit I see it, too.

I do not wear it very often because I am not ready to present myself to the world as a goddess, and I doubt I ever will be. It is a special occasion headdress for me. It also leaves little indentations in my forehead when I take it off.

Whatever. This is what I am like when people call me a goddess.

My beautiful world, thank you for valuing me and my suffering nation enough for you to volunteer to die to save us all. For years I have explained that I carry the burden of making our one beautiful world worthy of every brave soul set free to dance across our sacred universe on her aether by the atrocity that is this heinous war.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has not succeeded at finally killing me yet for a number of reasons beyond how truly dumb all of them are. One that very few ever mention is my touching sky full of guardian angels.

My holy Harvelle's was not large enough to welcome them all to my side the last time they chose themselves to descend from the stars and appear around me. I need a bigger dance floor.

My saturation in all our manifestations, we lost nearly every CIA agent on the fields outside EVIL Des Moines by 01May2014. We lost nearly every operative from everywhere in our one world there, not to mention everyone we lost, too, who were not from our espionage community. Only the best of our best are left in here with us.

Do you know what you mean to me? How could I ever tell you? I do not think I will ever be able to express in words at all how much you mean to me.

We are all safer here where our Metropolis of Angels, among many others from all across our one connected humanity, can care for us as we care for them.

You were some of the first to follow my epic husband when he braved every ring of hell to rescue me from ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, some of you even earlier than Apr2012.

Now, finally... Spies can be spies. Soldiers can be soldiers. And someday soon: Civilians will be civilians again.

Thank you. These words do not carry enough meaning for me. But still, thank you. I love you, too.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I miss you all so much. Are you all safe at last together in the White House?

I have no idea why any Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL allowed to run rampant in free society to still compulsively pretend BlackOps units have ever been or ever will be a "psych ward" that none of us have EVER needed for real EVER anyway.

Please, finally just arrest them all. They are the type of ACTUALLY criminally insane who get death penalties. The International Criminal Court does not even carry a death sentence, but we all know they all still want to give War Criminal Boeset a death injection.

How are all of these Inhuman Atrocity Regime who are all PROVEN threats to all of humanity, threats to the very existence of our one world, and threats to our REAL America not completely removed from society, yet?

Those Inhuman Atrocity Regime calumnists-as-war-criminals-and-worse need to be silenced forever, especially those with their self-entitlement to lie to the public or in courtrooms with impunity as if they could coverup their worst and most heinous crimes known to mankind with intentionally-propagated, not-ever-symptoms-of-mental-illness-to-begin-with, and psychopathically-compulsive quackery any longer anyway.

My gorgeous and genius lady friends, please help our U.S. Military and our International Criminal Court finally arrest all Inhuman Atrocity Regime who have ever committed and who still commit their self-entitled human rights abuses as their acts of war against all of us, including but not limited to unlawful imprisonment, systemic rape, literal torture, human trafficking, persecution, hate crimes, and mental health and neurological genocide, that they all always carried out and still carry out with lies.

It is time these BlackOps coverups for human rights abuses against all of us that the they commit as their acts of war against our once-great America and against our one world of allies were finally forced to end forever. I am sending our military to arrest everyone. Please help them identify them all. And thank you, all of my REAL life-long lady friends, for saving all of our lives 24/7 for years.

You have been our world's first line of defense against losing me forever for so long. Now, I hope you finally get to do other things, too, to save us all from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime during this, America's greatest time of need.

12:32pm on 13Jun2016: All of our four REAL women U.S. Presidents right now are Proud [Americans].

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, so many people go away and never come back.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, you all can stop worrying about getting in trouble with anyone on our side of this war for anything. We all understand what how criminally insane the weird (expletive) commands the Inhuman Atrocity Regime give you really are and that you have to obey them to be able to be in here to keep me alive at all.

Darling, operatives in the field are the only people who have near-total discretion on how to complete their missions. Yet everyone sane and in touch with reality, including you, takes my suggestions and definitely my orders. I will never take your choices away; that is my choice. We all understand how controlled you are.

About the twenty-something not old enough for you (Giggle.), you finally got your own fake girlfriend, too, huh? I know you do not like her and cannot stand her; that is how it always starts with all of your (collective) fake girlfriends. Our darling GeneralLee STILL does not even like my darling MiniMe.

It is that (expletive)'s responsibility to become a respectful human worthy of our priceless presence and stellar company. We all warmed up to our darling Elisabeth. I defended Amber to my beloved Sweetness before. Bogart is the only one of you who does not have a fake girlfriend, now. We all understand, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is not fooling anyone. Tell her, as far as how I feel about her, she needs taller shoes if she is going to pretend to be me.

I want the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to send me a fake girlfriend, too, now. Giggle.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, our nerd-angels are all a little busy right now. I requested that we lock and encrypt my access to my REAL calendar for my and my Sweetness's Harvelle's to be maintained by my darling Sweetness. Our only problem is our masterchip problem.

We have not been able to identify everyone with access to my masterchip yet.

In 2009, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime heated all in the ovens in the Cinecitta in North Beach and sabotaged all of the refrigeration in my darling GiGi's restaurant, too, all through my masterchip. We should have been able to use it to kill MannedUp and LightFoot's power supply Sunday night, 12Jun, too, but we could not figure out how to do it.

My not having control of my own masterchip is how the Inhuman Atrocity Regime activates all earspeakers near me and prevents all electronic near me from being able to show me any and all media I am forbidden by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime from knowing has every existed.

Darling, I recommended asking ex-President Barack Obama to help identify who controls my masterchip other than us. He was my best guess at anyone who would know who ordered the creation and equipping of the command center capable of doing it. My next best guess would be the defense contractor who built my masterchip and therefore must have built the original equipment that accesses it. They must have trained someone on how to use it.

We will figure it out. I will eventually be able to assert control over my own Harvelle's or at least my calendar for it. I solve problems. From peace between Israel and Palestine to hostage releases from Iran and North Korea, I solve problems. This is my REAL job. That is how dumb a dance competition is to me.

But we all know, until I change my mind, I need you to be able to dance again, anyway.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I know what you tried to do for me Sunday night, 12Jun. Do you know how much that means to me? I am sorry I missed it; I was busy saving MannedUp and LightFoot's lives until 12:18am.

I know you will find a way to try to do it again. Feel free to contact our NSA alpha nerds for our progress on our government's arrangements for my finally confronting War Criminal Tara face to face on Friday, 17Jun2016. I chose a Friday for Tara because Friday and Saturday nights are amateur nights (unless you are a music venue). Giggle.

Darling, please tell me when have completed your mission for me named "Bogart Saves Silicon Valley." I am pretty sure I will notice when my iPad apps start functioning normally again, but I would prefer if you told me yourself.

I know we still have to overcome my masterchip problem to fix my communications problems completely, but you always accomplish everything I need done when I send you to my people who need us.

You never fail me, my darling Bogart. Tell me when you want a new mission for me. Giggle. I miss you, too.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, did this really happen?

10:35am on 12Jun2016: #MyDarlingsTentacle, "IAR Gestapo is suing Tentacle"? Wha? For our not letting them torture and kill us? Are they really that evil and DUMB?

Tell the Inhuman Atrocity Regime as well as all of their Gestapo and all of their malevolent hoards with all of their "mob macabre" that your Commander in Chief herself of our rising America that they openly war against has given them the direct order, "GET OFF OUR PROMENADE! GET OUT OF OUR HOME! GET OUT OF OUR TOWN! GET OUT OF OUR AMERICA! GET OFF OUR PLANET! AND TAKE YOUR INCREASINGLY BLOODSTAINED HANDS OFF MAMA BEAR AND MY HOLY CUBS!"

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, we know that they all, especially the malevolent hoards, belong as (no more as civilians right now than our battle-trained celebrity locals-- we call the IAR malevolent hoards an enemy militia and enemy occupation-- yet still as) citizens to the wrong government on U.S. soil right now, so none of them will EVER take orders from me, the REAL U.S. President.

This is a war zone, my darling LightFoot, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has made a battlefield out of my sacred ground, my holy Promenade and my downtown Santa Monica. Anyone can defend America in a recognized war zone as far as U.S. law is concerned whether the battlefields are on U.S. soil or not, but no one other than my saturation including our masked churn ever show up to defend us, except for my darling Natasha and our street performer in love with all of us.

It is particularly because this innermost circle of hell is so obviously dangerous that I forbid any children in here. This is a literal battlefield, darling. Please put nano-tracking on all of your sacred musical instruments, and be here with caution.

Also and again, my darling boyfriend, we are not allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to commit its acts of war against America in any of our own courtrooms any longer. We are even revoking the U.S. citizenships of every Inhuman Atrocity Regime member we identify. Every nation is revoking any and all of their citizenships. Their compulsive open acts of war even during our fleeting date nights are why the entire world is done now.

Everyone everywhere is also done calling anyone anywhere my bad-boy type anymore. I will take my coat off to defend any of you any time. I just wish I never had to in the first place.

And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, thank you for your help cleaning up our town with me, especially my private residence on Pico Boulevard. Someday we might actually succeed at enforcing a safe place for me to sleep at night.

Beloved, does anyone know where all of the restaurants I saw on Arizona Boulevard on the early afternoon of Sunday, 12Jun2016, from Lemonade to Tender Greens are STILL getting their fresh food deliveries every day?

HoneyHoney, did you see me walk past all of those "employees" and diners? There are so many evil people inside this innermost circle of hell everywhere refusing to help me stay alive inside their own completely hostile environment designed to never be survivable by me. I need these (expletive)holes out of my country.

My gorgeous First Gentleman, our sacred Promenade is inside enemy territory under the jurisdiction of our local City of Santa Monica, of our embattled County of Los Angeles, of our brave State of California, of our rising United States of America, and of our over-riding international laws. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime is a recognized terrorist regime, and therefore separate government, occupying U.S. land with no permission nor treaty from us, the REAL U.S. government.

My epic husband, this is our land. This is our REAL home. We were here before they were. And I want these (expletive)holes out if my country. They just have nowhere to flee. No other country will ever take them in.

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, all of these Inhuman Atrocity Regime we catch from fake "employees" and malevolent hoards to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "leadership" and its own troops will NEVER have any safe place to go anywhere on my celestial planet ever again for the rest of their lives... except Iowa.

My hero and my king, unless they finally shoot me, I will be fighting for our home right beside you yet still from far away until the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are finally completely defeated. I do not plan on letting anyone down.