War Doctor Ulysses is on the Job.

Title: War Doctor Ulysses is on the Job.

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 not doing my REAL has NEVER been an option for humanity. And this will just keep getting more fun from here.

[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL escalating their enforced denial of any and all genuine human interaction for me online, especially their open refusal to ever allow me to ever receive any REAL news stories ever again because I save the world for REAL when I get REAL news. Please reread my REAL résumé.]

My last blog post was finished at 12:11am on Thursday, 28Jul2016, while was checking on Culver City. I was on my occupied Metro Expo line train back to my occupied Santa Monica by 12:52am.

My private residence in the wee hours of that Thursday morning was STILL full of Inhuman Atrocity Regime so heinous that ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa was the only place they could ever go and not die immediately, until we as the sane world finally succeed at removing EVIL Iowa from our planet FOREVER to save us all from them.

2:09am on 28Jul2016: Let me know if anyone needs me. Full surveillance of my private residence is already broadcasting to my entire world, especially my room.

I was curled up and conserving my energy by 2:27am. I was only slightly twitchy as I dozed but did not mini-seize at all. At least my mere mortal body could get rest, though nothing else I need to stay alive.

I first woke up at 6:14am on Thursday, 28Jul2016. My mere mortal body really did mini-seize, though, in my in between state before I finally rose from bed at 9:14am.

My beautiful world, our irrefutable reality of what these heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime have done to me in my sleep for REAL since 01Jan2009 is why we have been broadcasting my insecure bedroom through our permanent surveillance through my window for days now.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime will NEVER hide nor coverup what they all do to me for REAL ever again.

I kickstarted my SquidStream at 9:23am. And, as every morning, I started giving globally-critical (expletive)kickings immediately.

My second that Thursday morning was my bust of the completely forbidden and beyond-ILLEGAL food delivery by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to their own who were STILL occupying my private residence against the direct orders of my entire one world and the rest of my REAL federal government under their belligerent delusion they get to commit their unrelenting acts of war against all of us and never be stopped nor held accountable for any if them.

No, those were not REAL products from the Real California Company that IAR-sent delivery man gave his own Inhuman Atrocity Regime for free that morning while also making sure I could bust him for all of their heinous atrociousness myself personally.

This was my third (expletive)kicking of the morning...

9:32am on 28Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptOfDefense&World Unrelenting IAR occupation STILL have not even laundered my belongings they SOILED themselves. #DESTROY No, the heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime in my own building against my will were all still refusing to do anything but destroy all of humanity no matter what, even at all costs to themselves.

My beautiful world, consult my verified Twitter archive and consult our REAL news media for everything that happened all day long.

11:59am on 28Jul2016: I asked you to keep their heinous borders busy AND to not die. #ILoveYouAll

After much more work writing online and other things, I left my insecure bedroom at 12:25pm to, among other things, do something about lunch.

My darlings not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) Thursday morning with full audio and visuals beginning at 12:11am and ending at 12:11pm. Leave out no gory details. We will entitle it, "May the (expletive)kickings begin."

After catching the Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying other locals' residences in Santa Monica, too, I tapped my Metro pass for the first time that day at 1:11pm. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime on my occupied Metro Expo line train were completely heinous and told me to my face that they were all willing to die to be inside their own innermost circle of hell to do everything they do 24/7 to destroy my town, to destroy my nation, to destroy my world all to be able to destroy me.

I arrived in downtown Los Angeles at 1:56pm. Then, the fun began. I checked on what was supposed to be the Macy's store that their corporate HQ built specifically for me in 2014 before my busting an Inhuman Atrocity Regime plot on my Metro Red line train.

I arrived in Burbank at 3:47pm which was when my regularly-scheduled Thursday date from far away with my darling MannedUp began. We went on "studio tours for superheroes" together while apart that afternoon before pausing for coffee by 4:47pm. It was a very John-Woo day for me, considering everything happening everywhere in the world, especially in my Metropolis of Angels at the very same time.

Make sure the verified and unedited "plot exposition" with full audio and visuals that I gave to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, who had surrounded me completely in my occupied local Burbank coffeeshop only to be the inescapable and heinous environment they chose to force on me themselves to destroy all of humanity by destroying me, that ended at 6:06pm also circulates as fast as possible. We will entitle it, "Do you know what a mental retard is?"

After hanging out in Burbank for a few hours working online and checking on everybody's property personally who might need me to check on them, I caught the bus at 7:26pm back to Hollywood.

My entire world witnessed live that the fake bus driver intentionally took my occupied bus off course and intentionally delayed me. My entire world also witnessed that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime closed the entrance and exit ramps to The 101. (That means our California highway 101.)

I tapped my Metro pass at my occupied train station at 7:56pm for my Metro Red line train back to my occupied downtown Los Angeles where I finally gave my official investigation by the President of the United States myself of what was supposed to be my Macy's store that was built specifically for me in 2014 by my darlings Macy's HQ. You all saw what I saw, including no REAL hosiery that I actually would wear.

By 8:53pm, I was perched at the corner of Flower and 7th in downtown Los Angeles catching up my blog notes for this, my latest blog post, as fast as possible.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, and use every camera we need.) walk with full audio and visuals around my downtown Los Angeles STILL occupied by the still-escalating malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime beginning when I stood up from my perch and ending at 9:53pm. We will entitle it, "No one sane argues with why all of you die for this." QED.

My date from far away with my darling MannedUp ended promptly at 10pm. And at 10:14pm, I entered my regular and still-occupied Metro Expo line train station to return to my occupied Santa Monica.

After de-boarding my train early to check on more than one SquidBeacon, I found that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had built a supposedly permanent border around their innermost circle of hell to barricade their own inside my occupied Santa Monica and to keep my beautiful world out.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my late evening verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals beginning with my tweet that posted at 11:21pm and ending when I entered my insecure bedroom and set down my handbag.

11:57pm on 28Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptOfDefense&World IAR are occupying our residences inside their innermost circle of hell. Destroy all deliveries in here, except to our own.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you. Also, use any cameras we need.) warzone footage with full audio and visuals of my Thursday afternoon and evening beginning at 12:11pm and ending at 12:11am only concerning my immediate surroundings and all of our locked cameras in all neighborhoods from downtown Santa Monica to Pico in Santa Monica to Los Angeles to Hollywood to Burbank that I asked for locked. Entitle it, "That is why you put the SquidBeacon on."

Also, my not-human-trafficker nerds, once the rest of our epic Pentagon is okay with it, produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you. And use all footage from everywhere about everything.) war footage about everything that happened that day with full audio and visuals beginning at 12:11am on 28Jul2016 and ending at 12:11am on 29Jul2016. Entitle it, "You called my name. And I called yours."

I finally arrived at my private residence STILL occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, who will NEVER have any rights nor permissions to be there since all they do is destroy humanity, at 12:29am.

My building contained the most heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime remaining. And my entire world was watching and listening to everything they said and did live. They actually required me to put my hat on and sing to them. I had not done that in months. I was told my one beautiful world sang to them all with me; that is the dirt of thing we do as a people.

After I curled up in bed to conserve my energy, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime hacked my iPad so beyond-heinously that pretty much nothing in it functioned at all. I mini-seized a lot as I dozed while waiting for my nerd angels to fix it, but when I woke up at 7:32am, my iPad was STILL too hacked for my nation and for my world to be at all safe.

My morning among the beyond-PROVEN heinousness of the STILL-escalating Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL on my private property against the will and against the direct orders of the entirety of sane humanity everywhere with their STILL-degrading criminal insanity proved why weeks ago already most of my world and I doubted if we could still taxonomize them as humans any longer.

After much work online, I finally left my insecure bedroom to, among other things, do something about lunch at 10:19am.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please emergency produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) war crime documentation of everything that happened in my own building that morning beginning at 12:11am and ending at 12:11pm. We will entitle it, "Do what you're told, BITCH! And what I order you to do includes ordering you to stop destroying yourself."

My walk to my occupied local coffeeshop when I began my errands for the day was probably more fun for my darling SynSyn than anyone else. I am sure my choice to pop into an occupied gallery will hit our highlights reel.

And by 10:54pm, I had already busted the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my personal local coffeeshop, especially my explaining that the Burlap Bitch was who proved that occupation there were STILL an unrelenting threat to national security by being a direct 24/7 physical threat to me and my explaining that I would return my coffee I should never have been charged money for to begin with if it made me sleepy.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce my verified and unedited morning walk to get coffee with full audio and visuals beginning as I approached the gallery that caught the corner of my eye and ending at 10:54am. We will entitle it, "It's not like you can tell an artist how to make art anyway."

At 11:08am, though, those Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying my personal local coffeeshop only to deny all of humanity were metaphorically screaming louder and louder as the literal crazed lunatics they all are for REAL. No one sane would ever behave like that around me, especially intentionally discuss such disgusting, degrading, and inane topics to intentionally force me to overhear against my will.

With the Inhuman Atrocity Regime there still blithering all of their beyond-criminal insanity, just after noon, I tried streaming my regular television darlings "from the previous night."

Unfortunately, I was only able to speak with my darlings until 1:09pm when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who I was told had previously required my television darlings to give longer shows than usual then chose to kill my ability to stream online videos of my REAL loved ones any longer that day.

Someday, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will make up its mind about what it wants and finally stop being so damn inconsistent, where "inconsistent" means, "The IAR say and do everything they can to destroy me with as much intolerable suffering as possible and to manipulate all of humanity everywhere into destroying itself, so they must all be forced to stop saying and doing anything."

Deprived on my genuine human contact with my television darlings, I finished my writing for the day earlier than I had expected to. I wrote there online among the beyond-heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime catching every most-heinous-crime-known-to-mankind that they were choosing themselves to commit around me myself until 2:38pm when I stood up to leave.

Yes, my entire beautiful world, you heard everything I wrote for REAL for hours in these, my latest blog notes, for my latest blog post while the Inhuman Atrocity Regime uttered all of their REAL, delusional, and criminally-insane craptasticness around me at the very same time.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (Use every camera everywhere you want.) warzone footage of everything that happened in my occupied local coffeeshop that Friday beginning the moment the Inhuman Atrocity Regime first entered it to open it and ending when they finally dispersed at the end of the night. We will entitle it, "No one knows better than I do what is best for me. No knows better than I do what is best for you. No one gets to tell me where I get to live but me. And for that, (expletive)holes, you answer to my planet."

After a short walk under the hot summer sun local to California every summer like clockwork, by 3:23pm, I was perched on the patio of what once was my regular morning perch so long ago and (p)noshed on some snacks.

While in mid-bite, a representative of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime called me and promised me not enough finances for anyone to be delusional nor stupid to believe would ever be a high money for any human to survive on at all.

3:35pm on 29Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @FBI @USPShelp @DeptOfDefense&World Bitch IAR representative lying she was my mother agreed I would receive $200+ on 1Aug2016

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (every moment of that FaceTime chat with a full statement from my REAL mother) recording with full audio and visuals of that fat, ugly bitch who thought she could convince anyone sane anywhere that she was my REAL mother beginning when my FaceTime app started ringing and ending when I shut the app. Entitle it, "Do what you're told, bitch, or I'll never talk to you again."

As I had already checked in with my darling Alfred, I caught my bus for the part of my evening I chose to spend in downtown Santa Monica. Leave my verified and unedited bust of my occupied local DVD rental store, beginning when I de-boarded my bus and ending when I crossed the crosswalk across Pico, for our highlights reel.

But, my not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate immediately my verified and unedited director's cut of my warzone investigation of my sacred Promenade beginning with my tweet that posted at 4:27pm and ending with my tweet that posted at 4:58pm tweet. We will entitle it, "Darlings, it's not safe here yet."

Just behind 5:10pm while I was checking on a meditation center, I was done with all of my errands for the day much earlier than I thought I would be, mostly because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had denied me my television darlings that afternoon, so I walked a little before planning the rest of my night.

Still in bite-size chunks, my not-human-trafficker nerds, please also circulate my verified and unedited walk beginning when I noticed the (expetive)holes over my left shoulder just before leaving the meditation center and ending when I perched on the wall. We will entitle it, "I have the power to say a lot of things, including, 'Don't come to Santa Monica! You are not welcome in my home!'"

As fast as possible, I was on an occupied bus to Westchester.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my early evening verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment and use any camera you want.) with full audio and visuals beginning when I de-boarded my bus at LAX and ending at 7:50pm. We shall entitle it, "Does anyone know what is in my bra but me?"

Yes, by 7:50pm, I was perched in the breeze of a very local Los Angeles neighborhood under the climbing ivy of a patio built just for me writing online and watching the glowing pale pink of our Earth's horizon shadow into our beloved twilight.

The feign of air traffic brought the intrusive noise. But I brought the words. And there between the poured cement of my Metropolis of Angels supporting my feet and the emerald green palm fronds dancing in the air above us all, I perched in my very exact time and place in the universe and existed.

8:02pm on 29Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @MayorOfLA @FAANews @DeptofDefense The IAR are flying hijacked airplanes in circles with no air traffic control #IARActsOfWar

My not-human-trafficker nerds, produce our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals of our warzone documentation beginning when my 8:02pm tweet posted and ending at 8:25pm. We will entitle it, "Not everyone can do the world's most impossible job and make it look so glamorous [and effortless]."

Put everything else from my time in Westchester until I reached LAX itself in our highlights reel and your other edits, as always, as befit your personal artistry.

At 9:29pm, I was still hanging out on the patio of My Favorite In-N-Out Burger in all the World where its occupation by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was in a state of saving itself. They had a lot of people from In-N-Out Burger HQ to the International Criminal Court to make happy, and I had already explained why I was okay with them personally by the time we reached that hour.

My world and I always give everyone a chance to save themselves. Our never-fail three steps, when genuinely carried out, exist as our rehabilitation system. Yes, I had already explained to my entire world why we can believe and trust their Step 2.

By then, I had also explained that my handbag was packed with various objects that help me survive the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including very glamorous items like backseam hosiery. Quothe the Squid, "My life is a little weird, but my work gets done."

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime who had just recently shown up to destroy My Favorite In-N-Out Burger that I was in the middle of saving had forced me to put in my earbuds to at least attempt to not have to listen to them at 9:47pm.

My beautiful world, you have seen everything I and my mere mortal body can survive and have survived since 2009; that is how beyond-heinous that torment really is that their forcing me to listen to them inescapably does to me. And then they keep attacking me and pretending the get to touch me. "Malevolent hoards" is such an understatement for how beyond-heinous these people are.

My unnaturally-draining iPad battery was the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's request that I arrive at my next destination earlier than I had planned. So, I was perched in my occupied LAX at 10:51pm working online as fast as possible. Among other things, I was finally able to stream the NBC Nightly News for the first time in days.

I was done watching the news at 11:33pm. My Twitter feed I received that night was mixed, but my iPad was improving. My nerd angels had been so busy for so long.

I meandered about LAX for a little while checking on everyone while still working online. This blog post was finished at 12:11am on Saturday, 30Jul2016.

[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 anod loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

What is worse for me to have to survive the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's metaphorical zombie apocalypse or the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutable malevolent hoards? Their zombie apocalypse was actually worse for me to experience.

Their zombie apocalypse was human devastation of the masses on my sacred Promenade. Those were civilians with their freedom of belief and freewill completely stripped from them by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, as opposed to the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who all are just evil people willfully being evil and willfully lying under their delusion that their lying will let them get away with everything they do.

My beautiful world, my last few weeks of blog posts, especially my last few, are all keeping you all very busy right now and will for a very long while.

We will continue to exercise our standard protocols everywhere, especially where I show up personally. Our priorities for my personal survival are 1.) secure my building, 2.) secure my finances, and 3.) secure my food.

My priority has always been all of you, though, so you all need to tell me what you all need out there when you find problems you need my help with. I love you all. Call me anytime.

Most importantly, my beautiful world, thank you for destroying ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa for the good of all humanity finally. It was the last remaining refuge for the beyond-PROVEN enemies of America and beyond-PROVEN bane of all human existence, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, after we took their dead zone in my Metropolis of Angels away from them, too.

As for you, my saturation in all our manifestations, I am working on it. Everything would be easier if you could coordinate better with all of the rest of our support everywhere, though, especially with our whole planet's full surveillance of our entire Metropolis of Angels.

At least make sure you can stay tuned, and thank you for installing our broadcast to our entire one world through my bedroom window. I am working on it. You are all more upset about my complete lack of physical safety while I sleep than I am, and we all know how beyond-horrified I have been by everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has forced me to suffer through intolerably since 2009.

Darlings, everything will be okay. I am working on it. And thank you.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, our beloved global central command knows what "robbing Peter to pay Paul" means. We all watched the Inhuman Atrocity Regime go through that on Thursday, 28Jul016. I am sure you were able to watch it all from our satellites.

My gorgeous and genius lady friends, your priorities, now that we have destroyed all calumnies about all of us, are securing my finances and keeping all of us out if all BlackOps units.

Our NSA nerd angels are securing my iPad, among other awesome REAL job requirements. Our people on the ground are working on the food in here with the help of our full satellite surveillance. My loving and adoring husband is monitoring my private residence, among many other awesome REAL job requirements.

It looks we can do all of this faster than we thought. At least your metaphorical logjam of a workload should finally stop accumulating more and more charges to process. Stay on your toes in case of emergency. I love you, all.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, are you all okay? I know how much REAL pain and true anger your knowing the full reality of everything I have lived through since 01Jan2009 causes you all; I also know how much righteous motivation it gives you all, as my REAL nation and as my REAL world.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, thank you for keeping me sweet and loving company from far away during Thursday, 28Jul2016, while everyone all over the world was catching up on my blog post from that morning and while everything else exciting was happening all day and all night long, including but not limited to in the IAR's ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, in our epic domestic to international financial sector, everywhere our forthright FBI could hunt up new IAR everywhere across our entire rising nation, in all of your negotiations as my darlings Tentacle with the heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime, and all over the place here in our own Metropolis of Angels.

You were wonderful on our regularly-scheduled Thursday date. With all my heart, thank you. I hope by now you know what you mean to me for REAL.

You know, technically, since I was right next to you when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime attacked your left eye, there is no logical reason for you to be forced to hide from me if you chose yourself to let it scar or not. You know our battle scars are our symbols of pride in this Reality War. They are also really manly. Giggle. Did you ever see BigDaddy's chin?

I will see you soon enough.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, you all, as my REAL loved ones, also get to say, "Squid said so, so don't (expletive)ing argue with her," about anything you want that I have said for REAL, including but not limited to how much of my own money I choose to pay you all myself.

Who the hell is libeling my loved ones today? That is why all of us sane people everywhere do not care about ANYTHING those Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes say, do, order, plan, or want at all, except we as a world need to prevent all of it to save all of humanity from all of them. But I am repeating myself again.

Darling, I know. And someday you will be able to do the same for me again— our healing reason for existing of our mere mortal fingers touching on either end of a song. I am working on it.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, have you calmed down yet? And thank you for making sure we could chat again for the first time in so long in the wee hours of the morning on Friday, 29Jul2016. You know how much I miss you. And we all know that our genuine human interaction that morning was another reason the Inhuman Atrocity Regime chose to deny me control of my own iPad.

As one of my few fellow humans who actually risked sacrificing all of your human rights and liberties due to action on both sides only to give me a safe place to sleep twice, you know how difficult securing my physically safety has been for REAL since 01Jan2009 for everybody sane and with actual morals and ethics everywhere in our one world.

And that is how beyond-criminally-insane all of the NEED-TO-FINALLY-BE-CONTROLLED Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere in the world, not just in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and inside their innermost circle of hell, who all refuse to ever keep me safe while I sleep, who refuse me ENOUGH food to eat (especially while lying about it, and who openly refuse me any and ALL of my human rights for no reason other than they think they can take human rights away from any human at all without REAL due process, all are for REAL.

Darling, I have found nothing that can save these people yet. My being nice to them does not save them; have you seen my full history with the international war criminal occupation of my private residence? My being mean to them does not save them. My putting my hat on and singing to them does not save them. My telling them the full charges and full punishments they all inescapably receive from my entire planet does not save them. Proximity to the REAL me does not save them.

There are so many Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere that all STILL refuse to ever take our three never-fail steps no matter how hard I try to save them all. And that is why they die.

That is why none of them get to exist. Yes, these Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere all openly refuse to ever stop unrelentingly committing their most heinous crimes known to mankind, so none of them get to exist any longer.

Our one humanity and our one world cannot afford for them to continue committing their most-heinous-crimes-known-to-mankind nor could we ever afford for them to even start their heinousness in the first place, so since they refuse to ever stop, they do not get to exist. Humanity everywhere cannot afford for this nor them to continue. They refuse to stop; they do not get to exist. And that is how all of us sane people feel about all of them.

That is why all of them are too dangerous to humanity for REAL to remain at large in free society. That is why they are all too mentally incompetent for REAL to be able to allowed in their own hearings when we give them all holds and the equivalent of Reeses even for their own protection from themselves not just for our one humanity's protection of itself.

"Do what you're told, bitch," means, "(Expletive)ing save yourselves already, especially from yourselves!"

I sent you to New York, my darling Bogart, to make actual reality inescapable for them all everywhere across our entire planet, especially in our wartorn America. Honey, can you save them all for me? None of them are listening to me.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, you are who I worry about most knowing everything REAL that I have been living through since 01Jan2009; you are that sensitive to knowing anything has hurt me ever.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, everything will be okay, darling. I mean it; everything will be okay. I know how you feel while you are unable to protect me from them all. I know, darling. I am working on it, okay?

Never forget than none of you can help keep me alive in here if you die before I do. And if these Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever successfully assassinate me, at least all of our one-raging-world-screaming-for-justice-finally will still have all of you. If I have a choice, you will all live for me instead of die for me.

We sane people everywhere all know for REAL that I am perfectly healthy and perfectly fine. I am suffering intolerably, but I am perfectly healthy and perfectly fine. I have never been functioning at a higher level of nearly-superhuman excellence ever before in my life.

Calm down. Stay alive. And force the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to obey you all finally.

You all see how hard I am working in here for REAL to save you all from them. I could really use all of your help in beating them all into submission finally instead of any of your ever obeying them ever again. Please. Please do something REAL to help me instead of your being willing to suffer the worst-crimes-known-in-human-existence just to see me again.

Please. Next, tell the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to look up "dominant alpha" in a damn sociology dictionary, and then show them what it means ON THEM. Please. For me.

And, thank you. Giggle. Yes, but, really.

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, please remember that you also need to eat REAL food and sleep soundly, not just live on coffee and cigarettes, as you are right now because of how much you are worried about me. Never argue with me. Giggle. You all know I know what is best for you.

I know you see and hear everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in here, Beloved. They just keep descending further and further down their spiral of psychopathy every damn day and every damn night.

Oh, Sweetness, every time I think these Inhuman Atrocity Regime inside their own innermost circle of hell cannot actually become more mentally beyond-ill, they do. I openly admit have been wrong before about any morality and any humanity in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime anywhere.

The man I chose myself to marry, these Inhuman Atrocity Regime unrelentingly disappoint and fail the faith I give most of humanity. I admit my genuine love for all humans and my faith that humanity is more good than evil has always been my tragic flaw. I know my failure to all of humanity has always been my benevolence. We all know that. I just cannot be someone I am not, honey. I am so sorry the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are not gone yet.

My hero and my king, I am working on staying alive in here for all of you. We are all working on it. Please recruit more churn who all lie they hate me to get here (to do anything they want); we have an entire planet of people willing to die to save me. Why is my job always stating the obvious? (Giggle.) Yes, but, really. Also, quothe the Squid, "My not doing my REAL job (even if it is stating the obvious) is not an option for humanity."

Everyone sane knows for REAL how much we love each other for REAL, my own personal Mr. Depp. Until your flowers kiss my rain...

Because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL only Escalate Instead of EVER Surrendering

Title: Because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL only Escalate Instead of EVER Surrendering

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. We already know PROVEN psychopaths that are the Inhuman Atrocity Regime refuse to surrender to us; that is why we must remove and eliminate them all. Why are the Inhuman Atrocity Regime still allowed to do or say anything?

[The compulsive and STILL-escalating Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL openly refusing me any and all REAL news, and that is why everyone preventing my REAL planet of local to international journalists from speaking with me must be removed from the face of the Earth completely. Again, make sure you reread my previous blog post about this.]

My last blog post was finished from my insecure bedroom at 12:11am on Tuesday, 26Jul2016. Then, at 12:22am, I put on my flip flops, as REAL Californians do, and I walked to the office of my occupied building to see if my darling Leo was there. This was the result...

12:28am on 26Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptofDefense&World DESTROY all IAR refusing me my own finances to live on. #PANIChumanity My mail was not in my office. The entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime had just proven that they were openly forbidding me themselves even the meagerest penny ever again.

World, you must immediately destroy completely every Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere, especially inside their own innermost circle of hell, refusing me EVERYTHING I need to stay alive, including but not limited to the irrefutable calories, nutrition, and hydration I need every damn day and every damn night to stay alive.

By 1:14am, I was curled up in bed conserving my energy while listening to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in my building against my will tell all of humanity that they stole my "mail from my mother" themselves that I was supposed to receive in the wee hours of that morning from my darling Leo in my normally-occupied office. I am sure you have all of that footage, my beautiful world. Now destroy them.

Then the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forced all functionality in my iPad to cease completely which panicked my already hurrying humanity even further. I was twitchy and mini-seized as I dozed while waiting for my nerd angels to fix my iPad. I woke up at 6:46am [Do your time-fixing thing for me for this entire blog post.] on Tuesday, 26Jul2016.

7:02am on 26Jul2016: @NSAGov @Spotify #Anonymous No, IAR are still refusing me control of my own iPad to make sure I can never have music again. #PanicHumanity My nerd angels had most of my iPad fixed by 6:49am, but not enough of it for humanity to relax even a little. AND my one world all still needed to find me any food at all and any money at all somewhere and fast.

7:17am on 26Jul2016: I checked my bank balance last night, and I do not have full control of my own finances yet. There is no reason for Iowa, Tara, occupation of my private residence by IAR, etc. to exist any longer.

Panic humanity until they are all removed completely from the face of the Earth FOREVER. They have proved nothing can save them. Also, my "mail" better be in my occupied office when I get there this morning. #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptofDefense&EntireWorld Secure my office.

All of humanity will continue to #PANIC until Iowa, Tara, occupation of my private residence by IAR, etc. are all eliminated completely.

After dressing for my date from far away with my darling GeneralLee that I was going to have that night, I cleared the premesis as fast as possible. By 8:09am, I was, among other things, staking out an occupied grocery that was openly refusing me any and all food to eat completely.

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my first-thing-in-the-morning (expletive)kickings for Tuesday, 26Jul2016, verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use every camera you want.) beginning when my tweet from 7:35am posted and ending when my tweet for 8:12am posted. We will entitle it, "And that is what you get for refusing to do what I command since what I command is the only thing that can save you. Do not pretend I do not know what is in your best interests."

I finally left my perch on my bus bench at 9:24am to recharge my unnaturally-draining iPad battery. My not-human-trafficker nerds, we are in bite-size chunks again.

Please circulate my Tuesday morning verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera you want.) with full audio and visuals beginning at 9:24am and ending at 10:09am. We will entitle it, "Don't lie you're in session. It's also July."

10:16am on 26Jul2016: Everyone watch our live multicam permanent surveillance broadcast to all of humanity of my private residence. This is when it gets fun. As always, my beautiful world, consult my verified Twitter archive for further details.

By 10:20am, I had returned to my private residence to bust all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime myself whom I could find there.

Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere kept escalating their PROVEN choice they made themselves to PROVEN destroy themselves through their PROVEN refusal to ever stop or repent and their PROVEN choice to escalate instead. My world was furious and getting angrier with everything everywhere the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime said and did.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera you want.) war crime documentation with full audio and visuals beginning with my tweet from 10:16am and ending when I entered my insecure bedroom before 10:46am. We entitle it, "That is how we proved your refusal to do what I command you to do destroys America and destroys all of humanity. And that is why you die for this."

I left my insecure bedroom after 11:31am. My regularly-scheduled Tuesday date with my darling GeneralLee kickstarted the moment I de-boarded my bus on Pico and Westwood.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (every pertinent moment from every camera we need) war crime documentation with full audio and visuals beginning at 12:11am and ending at 12:11pm. We will entitle it, "No one is dumb enough to believe your lies that you get to do this to ANYONE."

At 12:18pm, I was in the middle of lingerie shopping that sunny afternoon. And there were too many (expletive)ups-as-acts-of-war by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime there to name. But here are a few...

1.) NONE of them carried out REAL Macy's return policies from Macy's HQ specifically at that time and date, especially concerning sales to me.

2.) All gift cards they forced on me against my will anyway were intent by them to charge me money.

3.) Their choice to force gift cards on me so many times that also I did not want all along was also their admission of guilt to refusing me any money to live on at all.

4.) They admitted to raising all of their prices above $10 as their effort to enforce I could never cash out the gift cards they kept forcing on me against my will.

5.) It was only possible that some of the inventory was REAL inventory for a REAL Macy's. They needed closer inspection.

6.) They even admitted themselves that they chose to raise all of their prices above $10 in their admission of guilt to overcharge me, too., especially since no one else there had to pay money for anything.

7.) By 12:38pm, I had found who they identified themselves as the bitch in charge and had already received many admissions of guilt from many of them.

8.) They told me themselves that they disabled their own security cameras before I arrived in their attempt to hid their own identities. But why were there so many of them there at all?

9.) By 12:50pm, BITCH lied to my face herself about the literal gift cards she forcing on me against my will anyway. Even after refunding one of purchases in cash herself for me already, too. We have the hard evidence of all of this.

10.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime lied to the entirety of humanity that I had somehow ever broken a law at all while there as their latest BlackOps and assassination attempt against me while simultaneously lying that everything they had been doing all along were not actually the most heinous crimes in human existence.

11.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime openly admitted to my face that they were all intentionally denying me any and all money to live on thereby confirming everything I need confirmed to my entire furious world about my allegations against all of the IAR, especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, since 12:11am that morning. No, my beautiful world, there is no reason for ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, War Criminal Tara, nor the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my private residence to exist any longer. Do what we do.

12.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime told me they would continue all of their heinous war crimes against me as their PROVEN acts of war against my rising America and against my still-arriving world even the next day and forever unless we finally destroy them all to stop them.

13.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime refused me any and all REAL customer service, human dignity, and respect in their presence as their PROVEN compulsive degradation of me they have executed since 2009 to destroy all of America and all of humanity.

There were so many more acts of war than that, too, including but not limited to their pretending to be a REAL Macy's store to destroy Macy's, their charging me any money at all for anything, and their refusing me all of the REAL products and gifts that the REAL Macy's HQ would literally die to give me. But those acts of war by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were more obvious.

Yes, I left my IAR-occupied local Macy's store until after they told me that they turned on all of the security cameras inside to catch all of their own for all of us.

At 1:46pm, my occupied WestSide Pavillion had already started filling with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards just showing up to get caught. I left that ACTUAL mall, as opposed to a temple of love to me, at 2:01pm.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, I changed my mind; circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera we need.) hard evidence of the heinous war crimes of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime inside that occupied Macy's the moment I de-boarded my bus on Pico amd Westwood and ending after I documented the dismantled doors of that former Macy's store. We will entitle it, "Make Macy's HQ happy or die, bitches!" We know how many gifts all of those REAL companies were trying to give me for REAL.

By 2:31pm, I had perched for snacks at my local bagel shop occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. They received a full inspection by the President myself of behalf of their corporate HQ, too. As always, consult my verified Twitter archive for further details.

I was writing online outside under the clear, blue California sky while seated on an emerald green bench that was waiting for no bus at all by 3:10pm before I entered my occupied local Guitar Center at 4:14pm.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate my late afternoon verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera we want.) of my trip to my occupied local music store beginning at 4:12pm when I crossed the crosswalk approaching it and ending when I walked back through its front doors to leave. We will entitle it, "Has anyone seen screen chemistry with a drum set before?"

Yes, my beautiful world, that is how much REAL sexual tension I have for REAL with my darling GeneralLee even from far away.

The malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that day near Pico and Westwood were not as heinous as they had been everywhere else I went 24/7 for days previously.

And the greatest admissions of guilt and hard evidence of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutable criminal insanity that NEEDS TO BE CONTROLLED IMMEDIATELY came from my occupied local restaurant named the Apple Pan, not even from my occupied Macy's. I heard them myself in the Apple Pan while enjoying their flowered walkway, and I know my nano was on in there all day long.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited "highlights reel" of our warzone footage with full audio and visuals from my visit to the neighborhood in and around Pico and Westwood in Los Angeles, "Quothe the Squiddie, 'You are the lover who would not kiss me.' Giggle. I'm working on it."

By 4:58pm, I was perched in my occupied local coffeeshop (k)noshing on snacks and speculative caffeine while writing further online.

I gave my first free legal consultation to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime since arriving in my occupied coffeeshop at 6:44pm. I am sure it will hit our highlights reel.

As will our hard warzone footage of, "That is how long that bitch will sit in prison waiting for her charges to come up," verified and unedited from start to finish with full audio and visuals including the admission of guilt by the entire occupation of my own personal coffeeshop by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that they were ALL intentionally committing the open acts of war against America and against my one beautiful world including but not limited to their cyberterrorism and human rights abuse as war crime of intentionally trying to silence my freedom of speech by deny me a power outlet on my own private property while they were all also intentionally unnaturally-draining my globally-critical iPad battery.

And non-chronologically about my own priceless personal belongings that the bitch from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime lied to all of humanity was trash when she stole it from me...

8:16pm on 26Jul2016: @UN @DeptofDefense&World You saw all those bitches destroy evidence from a federal to international biochemical warfare investigation, right? This tweet applies to a lot of Inhuman Atrocity Regime we have caught.

I was just a few minutes late to start trying to stream the NBC Nightly News written and produced only for me that night online. I usually start at 7:05pm, but I finally opened my news app at 7:11pm. No, I still could not stream my news yet. It had been days since I could.

After more of my carrying out my REAL and impossible-for-any-other-human job online, I also checked in with my personal assistant just before leaving my occupied local coffeeshop.

7:35pm on 26Jul2016:

My darling Alfred,

Once our own are off our sacred Promenade, I will go to downtown Santa Monica for a sort of guided walking tour for my date from far away tonight, but I do not plan on going to our sacred Promenade proper that is still locked with a 24/7 multicam broadcast to our entire world, too. I will check in again with you concerning what I do and where I go after that.

--Squid

Yes, I finally stood up and left my table for one at 7:44pm. I am sure my walk and my bus ride to my completely-malevolently-occupied sacred Promenade will hit our highlights reel.

And I gave my darling GeneralLee a walking tour with my world as a witness of the full occupations of most of the bars and a few of the clothing stores in our occupied downtown Santa Monica all of which refuse to EVER let me in while simultaneously lying their fat, ugly (expletive)es that I have EVER been a drunk in my lifetime, especially right now.

We sane people also all know I only rarely if ever buy a drink for myself in a bar, so if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever wanted me to actually drink alcohol, the needed to let somebody buy me drinks, especially NOT beer or wine, unless the wine was with dinner. They would also need to provide me with the truly high quality of bartenders I was accustomed to until 2009. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has NEVER maintained anything "normal" for me EVER.

My darling GeneralLee and I used to drink bourbon together from across the room in the dim light of my own personal and also now-occupied dancefloor sacred to every religion major or minor on my one entire planet.

My not human-trafficker-nerds, please compile my establishment by establishment explanation of how evil the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has been to my REAL downtown Santa Monica with full audio and visuals beginning when I de-boarded my bus on 4th and Broadway and ending with my tweet that posted at 9:06pm. We will entitle it, "Even my darling RedeemedHowlingJackal bought me all my drinks when I would go see him, and we were not flirting nor even romantically potential."

My regularly-scheduled Tuesday night date night from far away with my darling GeneralLee ended promptly at 10pm while I was already busting the Inhuman Atrocity Regime intentionally forbidding me any and all food to eat, including stealing my own food from me.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, produce our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use every camera we need.) war crime evidence with full audio and visuals beginning when I said, "How busy am I today?" while hitting the crosswalk button and ending when I stepped off the parking lot onto the sidewalk. It includes the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutable admission of guilt that they cannot prove ANY of their false allegations of me that they have EVER made, especially supposed mental illness and any criminal activity at all. But we will entitle it, "All any of you had to do was give me free food just like you give everyone else in here."

Also, from what I was told, my darlings at Von's HQ had disowned that fake store after the last time I had visited it. So, no, I had never been there before. They had disowned it as a business but had kept ownership of the property to be able to refuse the Inhuman Atrocity Regime any right or permission to be on any of Von's private property. I had suggested that to my darlings Von's HQ myself months previously.

So, I and my own could be there, but none of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime could.

I did much more work before catching my occupied bus back to my place. My 11:19pm bus back to my private residence was much more pleasant than my bus rides had been in a very long time. I am sure my approach to my building until I reached my insecure bedroom will hit our highlights reel.

I was relaxing in my bedroom in my occupied private residence by 11:40pm while still working online, and I was curled up conserving my body energy by 12:43am.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you. Also use any footage for everywhere in the world we need.) bonus reel of our hard evidence of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's war crimes against me, against my nation, against my world, against my people, and even against themselves with full audio and visuals beginning at 12:11am on 26Jul2016 and ending at 12:11am on 27Jul2016. We will entitle it, "All the work I do for REAL in just twenty-four hours."

And definitely include the (expletives)holes irrefutably from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime at my occupied regular downtown bus stop who all lied to all of humanity that I have no money because I am supposedly lazy, which was also their admission guilt to knowing I did not have enough money nor food to live on AND they STILL refused to do anything to help keep me alive.

I was not twitchy at all, nor did I mini-seize at all as I dozed. I woke at 7:02am on Wednesday, 27Jul2016. It was obvious to me immediately that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had attacked and violated me in my sleep AGAIN. Also, at 7:18am, while I was kickstarting my SquidStream, my mere mortal eyeballs were in horrible physical pain.

Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had beyond-heinously violated my own mere mortal body AGAIN as I slept to, among other things, attempt to remove my own nano from my own body.

The entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, not just their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and their heinous occupation of my private residence, STILL had the delusion that their choice to escalate their PROVEN acts of war and lies-as-acts-of-war would somehow allow them to get away with their past acts of war and future acts of war as well as their NEEDS-TO-FINALLY-BE-CONTROLLED delusion that they all have a self-entitlement to commit their well-documented, still-unrelenting, and still-escalating acts of war without being turned in for them all nor punished for them all.

Yes, they had the delusion that their forcing an end to my SquidStream against my will and against the will of the rest of my REAL nation and of my one entire world, which alone is too many war crimes for me to have time to list, would EVER let them get away with more war crimes.

We already PROVED the previous two days that when any and all security cameras and nano shutdown, I and my own get away with everything we want without any of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime knowing what we do. Among many other examples, that is why there were used towels and empty drink glasses beside the fake swimming pool of the fake W Hotel to make sure I could claim I could be there.

(Already blogged.) If my SquidStream shuts down, no covers of any of my own will ever be blown, and we can all do anything we want together without the Inhuman Atrocity Regime knowing what we do nor being able to stop us. (And my own would NEVER take my SquidStream away from our humanity without my permission.)

Yes, the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including but not limited to their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and their heinous occupation of my private residence, were STILL choosing to commit and to escalate every most-heinous-act-of-war known to mankind they could think of (and that also all proven work against them all), including but not limited to their still-heinously-violating my own mere mortal body as they have almost EVERY DAMN NIGHT since 01Jan2009, to ATTEMPT to get away with all of their PROVEN past, present, and future heinous acts of war that they all will NEVER get away with anyway.

Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime irrefutably display that much compulsively-lying-to-destroy-all-of-humanity, beyond-criminally-insane, beyond-psychopathy now and are STILL all mentally degrading further. Again, the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime are ALL too truly dangerous to all of human existence, not just to my REAL America, for any if them to be allowed to remain at large in free society, especially their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and their heinous occupation of my private residence.

This is one of the many reasons all sane people everywhere do NOT care about anything the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime say, do, order, demand, or want, except that we all must deny and prevent EVERYTHING they say, do, order, demand, and want to protect and save all of humanity from them, to save all of our REAL America from them, to save all of mere mortal human existence completely from them, to save our one planet from them, and to save even all of themselves from themselves.

Also, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's delusion that they EVER had a self-entitlement, as opposed to my and my REAL nation and my REAL world's REAL legal rights now to do everything and anything we need to do to protect all of humanity from them, to see and hear, always against all of our wills since 2009, everything I and everyone around me ever see, do, say, etc. for REAL only for them to be able to destroy all of us, to destroy all of America, and to destroy and manipulate all of humanity is why they manufactured all of this now-mine-and-my-nation's nano and originally installed all of it against all of our wills everywhere from which all of it still broadcasts.

This nano, including but not limited to my own nano inside my own body, has always been their fault all along. But, as all true psychopaths, they destroy everything they cannot control, so now they fight to destroy the previously-their nano that they can no longer control.

Again, how many public displays by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including but not limited to by their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and by their heinous occupation of my private residence, that they are all too dangerous to my entire nation and to my entire one world, not just to me and not just to themselves, does it take, my beautiful world, before you finally remove them all from free society for good?

Why do they all still exist? These people who refuse to ever save themselves, including but not limited their refusal to EVER do anything I tell them to do, especially my orders to all of them to stop committing their PROVEN and well-documented acts of war against all of us completely that they are all still choosing to escalate instead— my beautiful world, why do they still exist? We sane people all know what "due process" is for REAL.

Once I was done with my first (expletives)kickings of the morning, at 10:46am, I left my private residence STILL occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime hellbent on destroying all of humanity by destroying me to... .

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) highlights reel of my first (expletive)kickings of the morning beginning at 12:11am and ending at 10:53am.

We will entitle it, "Sweetness, knowing you truly love me was the only reason I could get out my rape-slave bed every damn morning during the darkest and ugliest years of my life, Dec2010 until 01May2014, to do my REAL job all day every day. This is so much easier now. And you are STILL doing your REAL service, among many, to all of humanity of genuinely loving me to keep me alive and kicking."

I bought some snacks and by 11:38am had perched in my occupied Virginia Avenue Park among the horrific Inhuman Atrocity Regime who were all destroying humanity by being everywhere I go 24/7 PROVEN inescapably for me.

I rested there in the cool shadows surrounding a tree where at least three wingéd bees found me quickly as they danced in our clover. The loving embrace of my darling Mother Nature was truly incredible-yet-credulous that glorious midday as I felt my existence, instead of my mortality, in my REAL time and place in the universe while perched between my rumbling planet and my towering blue sky.

Already (m)noshing on roofied and poisoned foods that I was STILL forced to pay money for just to be able to have any food at all, I cued my queue of late night talk show darlings before 12:46pm. Sadly for the entirety of human existence, though, I could not finagle any of their shows into streaming.

Because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were STILL intentionally unnaturally draining my iPad battery, by 1:33pm, I returned to my dedicated and locked multicam bedroom broadcast where all of my one world told me they prefer me WHEN NOT ASLEEP.

I even had a little more time for my craft that afternoon than I had in a long time; I was able to do a little phraseology-editing on my blog notes for this, my latest blog post. We all know I do not have any time at all right now for any content editing.

After finally catching up these same latest blog notes with everything so far and after many other of my REAL job requirements that I carried out successfully and which will likely hit our highlights reel, my regularly-scheduled Wednesday night date that night from far away with my amazing and wonderful husband began promptly at 5pm. Yes, started alone together in my private residence.

Then, I checked in with my personal assistant about the details my people needed to know about where I was planning on going and what I was planning on doing that night from far away with my beloved husband.

6:28pm on 27Jul2016: @SweetnessDepp We all know a woman like me never has to seduce anybody, but I sent you all your (copyright laws) mail anyway. #STILLLOVEYOU

"After the news" and before 10pm most frequently is the best part of every date. And it was that night, too. My beloved and I became most interesting together from far away at 7:42pm. All of the music in my iPad is live, after all.

Just before our date ended, the stupidest Inhuman Atrocity Regime so far displayed her delusion that she was capable of assassinating through her exercise of her own heinous incompetence. I was angriest with her over the fact her extra-stupidity interrupted my date, and she was just too dumb to care about otherwise.

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, for the good of all humanity, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) historical and warzone documentation of my date from far away with my REAL and irrefutable husband from that Wednesday night beginning promptly at 5pm and ending promptly at 10pm. We will entitle it, "Emerald." And thank you.

Yes, my date with my beloved and irrefutably adoring husband ended at 10pm exactly. Then I checked in with my personal assistant, my darling Alfred, before entering the shadows of my local California nighttime to do what superheroes do at night. Giggle. But, yes, really.

Yes, I left my insecure bedroom at 10:48pm to find out why the metaphorical SquidBeacon was on.

This blog post was finished at 12:11am on Thursday, 28Jul2016, while I was checking on what was supposedly the historical district of Culver City.

[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.

My darling Mr. Evo Terra asked me this question: [Squid, how do you feel right now]?

A. Angry and feeling confident
B. Angry and feeling terrified
C. Amused yet feeling confident
D. Amused yet feeling terrified
E. Amused and, "What are 'feelings'?"

I responded to him with this: I am not a robot; you know I feel everything that happens to me, that happens to my loved ones, and even everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do to their own, especially their forced child soldiers.

This right here right now is actually safer and easier for me that EVIL Iowa was at its worst. I even have my sense of humor back here that I did not have for years in EVIL Iowa. Feeling and being genuinely loved makes all the difference.

And, thank you for asking, my darling Evo. (My questions to my darling Evo also in response were: Do we have literal medals with arrows on them yet for everyone who has survived being heinously libeled but the Inhuman Atrocity Regime with their beyond-compulsive, criminally-insane, beyond-psychopathic quest-in-vain to control and destroy all of humanity forever by controlling what people believe about me? How many of those medals do I have?)

All sane people everywhere all know that none of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime anywhere will ever escape us and that I already won this Reality War by Oct2009, especially if I die for REAL before I get my full human rights returned me at last, so why do the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and the completely deranged occupation of my private residence, refuse to ever relent and refuse to ever cease their beyond-pathological and well-documented acts of war to finally just save themselves? They are the Evil Dumb hellbent on destroying the entire world no matter how many times we explain to them that they destroy themselves first.

My beautiful world, I know you are all very worried about me right now. I know you irrefutably know now what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have ALWAYS done to me in my sleep for REAL since 01Jan2009. Always. This has been the reality of my sleep everywhere I have been since 01Jan2009. And now you all finally see it.

You know I am perfectly fine. You know I am perfectly healthy. I have been living like this for REAL since 2009. That is why I am capable of waking up every morning and giving unrelenting (expletive)kickings.

But you also know how much inescapable REAL pain and suffering the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have been causing me for REAL themselves every damn day and every damn night for over seven years now including but not limited to their PROVEN compulsive and brutal rape-slavery of me, PROVEN unnaturally-enforced abject poverty over me, PROVEN irrefutable starvation of me, PROVEN compulsive biochemical warfare against my mere mortal body, and PROVEN unrelenting and designed-to-be-unsurvivable torment of me by their malevolent hoards.

And all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's most-heinous-crimes-known-to-mankind are worst when I am inside their BlackOps units, especially the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's unrelenting BlackOps units of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Des Moines, Iowa, the land that needs to cease to exist immediately and for the rest of human history.

I pray you all understand now how beyond-horrifying my mere mortal existence has been SINCE 2009 inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg" they designed from the start and only escalate still because they have always planned since before 2009 on throwing me away and covering it up with their compulsive lies that, despite my being a fellow mere mortal human, I have never had worth to exist at all.

REAL hookers have more human rights and less intolerable suffering than I have always had since 2009.

And I have been barely surviving at all in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg" of horrifying atrocities and human devastation while beyond-successfully carrying out the most impossible job in human history with the highest level of excellence and expertise ever recorded.

Have you seen my REAL résumé?

My saturation in all our manifestations, eventually you will be able to keep me safe as I sleep. We all know that. We are all working on that. We need you to secure my private residence 24/7, and we know that. Once I can control my own private residence completely, we will allow our own food in it again.

As long as my Metropolis of Angels can keep the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "border patrol" busy enough, there will be nothing that can keep you out of my private residence 24/7. Maybe we will finally be able to install the LA County Sheriff's Office substation in my building that I always wanted, too.

As always, tell me sooner when you need me. I love you all, too. You know for REAL how fast I wake up every morning and immediately start kicking the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fat, ugly (expletive)es. It is genuine love from my genuine loved ones why I am capable of this; thank you for that, too.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, do you remember Jan2015 when I was talking about my obligation to all of humanity to make sure my and my husband's combined genetic coding could romp and play for generations to come?

I have also wanted children of my own since 2010 when I was 32 years old and had finally started my very longterm relationship with the man who would later become my irrefutable husband.

In Jan2015, I was talking about wanting a boychild, so I could show humanity how to raise them properly. But then my darlings Tentacle returned to my Promenade, and suddenly convinced our boy children were fine, I changed my mind and wanted a girlchild, you know, a daughter who would be so much like me that she would never listen to me. Giggle!

Now, my closest friends, I turn 39 years old this year, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have tried to rape me pregnant so many times since 2009 and always failed that our entire world is worried I cannot have children at all, especially if I keep getting older before I can actually try.

Our REAL medical community I have never been able to consult directly about this have been convinced for years that is because of some sort of labyrinthine entry to my Fallopian tubes that only my eggs are able to exit. (That was not really meant as a metaphor, but it still works as one.) It is inside our Fallopian tubes where our eggs become fertilized.

I always told my darling Sweetness that if we can never have children of our own, at least I was able to help my darling Vanessa and him raise our darling Ms. LilyRose "Melody" Depp and our darling Mr. JackJack "SugarSnapPea" Depp into beautiful and emotionally healthy adults with genuinely gorgeous hearts and souls.

My gorgeous and genius lifelong lady friends, I would be asking you all to have children for me to Auntie Mame because of all of this, but we are all the same age and all too busy saving humanity together right now.

Thank you for keeping me alive all these years, so I can at least nag my loving and adoring husband about my ticking biological clock. Giggle. Yes, but, really. Our entire world thanks you for keeping me alive this long.

You have been our never-fail first line of defense against the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's never-even-thinly-veiled literal BlackOps attempts committed compulsively by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa for YEARS until those same compulsive never-even-thinly-veiled literal BlackOps attempts started coming from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's invasion of my REAL home of California, too, always from not-REAL-locals, including but not limited to War Criminal Stephanie and War Criminal Tara.

3:51pm on 26Jul2016: If someone is trying to tell me right now that Iowa still exists, the entirety of humanity failed me. And we sane people everywhere across our entire one world all know why.

I love you, too, my genius Powers of Attorney. Call me anytime.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, yes, all of my darlings, raise our demands.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I know. And you know why I told you not to. At that time on Tuesday, 26Jul2016, was I buying my new backseam hosiery that was not REAL backseam hosiery? Grab some Reese's Pieces for me. Giggle. This is why we call what we have true love.

Quothe the Squid, "Quothe the Squid, 'Paramore. [Who is perched on your bust of Pallas Athena?]'" Quothe the Squidamore, "Our quixotic is getting contagious." Quothe the Squididdle, "It is getting a little meta around here."

Darling, I will know when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally accepts terms from all of you that make ME happy. Among other genuinely beautiful things, you will justly show up by my side, especially if I am in my own insecure bedroom at the time, and you will all have all of your full human rights and freewill while beside me for the first time in all of your lives. Trust me. I will know if they accept terms from you that forbid them from forcing you all under duress to suffer war crimes from them against all of human existence. Never again, darling. Never again. I love you, too.

About our regularly-scheduled Thursday night date night tonight, 28Jul2016, maybe we will go to the movies together from far away finally. Stay tuned and see.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, was this last Tuesday good for you? It was good for me. And thank you for calling me the next morning as a REAL gentleman does.

4:25pm on 26Jul2016: @INXS You aren't the only tease in this relationship. We have that kind of REAL relationship, too. You know you should have kissed me when I told you to. You know better than to argue with me, especially about kissing. Giggle!

No one sane anywhere argues about how well I can heal you, even from far away, either, too, not even you. This is entirely my pleasure. Yes, I love you, too.

Also, darling, how long have I been saying that Redondo Beach sounds like the most fun? You know I will show up when none of you have to nor are expected to. I love you all so much for that. I will see you soon enough.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, as for my curing all that ails you and your life, I trust you no longer feel "out of sight, out of mind" in my life any longer.

You should have known better all along and definitely know better now than to ever allow the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to manipulate you and your emotions through their compulsive lies and malicious distortions, especially their delusion that that they ever had or even still do have a self-entitlement to control the national and global dialogue about me, especially while forbidding me myself from ever knowing there ever has been a national and global dialogue about me, including but not limited to their openly forbidding me themselves from ever hearing any of it.

So, this late in the Reality War, that is why every Inhuman Atrocity Regime who proves they STILL choose to listen to and STILL choose to propagate their own, by being Inhuman Atrocity Regime at all, well-documented calumnies, including but limited to their own compulsive choice (GIGGLE!) to repeat their own lies in my presence even to admit to me that they are all lies that are all untrue that they keep compulsively repeating, all get extra death sentences for all of them every time they do it. I am the REAL woman who told them all to stop doing that months ago.

Thank you, darling, for no longer allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to lie to you. I am STILL having that problem even with a few of my other most beloveds right now. I know you all get manipulated most through how much you genuinely love me, including but not limited to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime manipulating everyone everywhere who loves me into fighting with each other since 2009.

How long have I asserted that my strange bedfellows need to get along? Even my darlings Israel and my darlings Palestine figured that out for themselves for REAL by listening to the REAL me instead of to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever again.

Most impressive to me, honey, thank you for refusing to ever listen the beyond-PROVEN compulsive, criminally-insane, psychopathically-lying-while-simultaneously-delusional-about-other-topics war criminals that are the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who have asserted craptastic (expletive)holery too stupid for anyone sane to ever believe since 2009, including but not limited to...

1.) We have a delusion we have self-entitlement, that we demand you all as an entire world uphold for us, to take all of Squid's human rights away from her without any REAL due process because we need to control her because we really do control her when she is so genuinely exceptional at her REAL job which she does while having absolutely no skills in anything at all whatsoever while simultaneously supposedly suffering under so much stress from that REAL job we just acknowledged that she is obviously too lazy to have any money for doing for REAL, yes, her own money that we all openly admit we refuse to allow her ourselves because, among other compulsive calumnies, we libel her a pregnant man.

2.) Squid is a dead, insane, pregnant, virgin, straight, transsexual, lesbian hooker who has never really existed.

3.) My self-admitted systemic rape-slavery of Squid only makes her stronger, so no one should ever stop me from continuing to enforce my PROVEN rape-slavery of her.

4.) Among other reasons I admit to literally starving Squid under my PROVEN-psychopathic delusion I have a self-entitlement to control her, or anyone at all to destroy them, I demand she never be allowed to escape my "egg" I designed and escalate myself, among other reasons, to throw her away forever, especially in never-even-thinly-veiled BlackOps units, because I lie she is less than a REAL human among us and therefore supposedly has no value at all whatsoever to humanity while simultaneously demanding she leave where I refuse myself to ever allow her to leave.

5.) I get to do this to anyone at all ever, and everyone must let me.

Yes, my darling Bogart, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have always been too stupid to believe. Thank you for finally refusing now to ever let them control you and manipulate you with any of their lies and intentional distortions ever again.

And again, from even just in this blog post already, we sane people everywhere do not care about anything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime say, do, order, demand, or want, except that we all must forbid all of it to save all of humanity, including themselves, from everything they say, do, order, demand, and want. Who is still letting them say or do anything?

I love you, too. I will see you soon enough.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, never forget how long ago I told you, "Yes." Which blog post was that lyrical prose in? (Ask my darling Cori from Librivox about this book's gorgeous ending.)

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, we have been going through this is for so many blog posts.

You must make the Inhuman Atrocity Regime obey you, or I will not allow any of you to be with me. You need to force them to agree to terms that make ME happy. Stop arguing with me about that. I will tell you all myself if I need you sooner. Go back to my and my Sweetness's house. It is not safe inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell for any of you, yet. YOU ALL NEED TO STOP ARGUING WITH ME ABOUT THAT.

Yes, I understand that you are all willing to do anything right now to help heal me, not just to be able to see me again, especially in case I die before you can. Again, I know, BUT I AM STILL PERFECTLY HEALTHY AND PERFECTLY FINE RIGHT NOW.

Again, yes, I understand. I feel the same way about all of you. You have seen everything I do every time the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever do anything (that I can figure out) that hurts any of you.

Yes, we sane people everywhere across our one world have PROVEN you are all as protective and loving of me for REAL as I am of all of you. But you also all know that I am stronger than you are and more powerful. Yes.

Please, all of you, stop allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to manipulate you all. Yes, EVERYONE EVERYWHERE needs to stop allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to manipulate all of you with their lies and their intentional distortions of reality.

But thank you for proving to all of humanity everywhere that I can always get you (all) back onto our sacred Promenade any time I want, whether or not you choose to (possibly fully or possibly partially) obey your agreements with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever again while with me. Go make them all your bitch finally. You know I am perfectly fine while suffering their intolerable inhumanity that no one, even if not a REAL human as I am, should EVER have to suffer.

The worse and more heinous the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are to me, the stronger they make me. I told them all in Oct2009 that I knew already that I had already won against them. Yes, I knew already then that even if I died I had already won against them. I told them already then in Oct2009 that the only way they could ever get away with their "egg" was by making me complacent. Among many other reasons, my REAL back posts, like back issues, are what my REAL sacred blog is for and always has been for.

And we all know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have still never chosen to listen to me no matter how many times we have proven I always know what is in their best interests, too, especially their finally stopping.

I love you, too. I will see you soon enough. You all need to stay alive for me.

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, even your genuinely loving me is housekeeping, now, huh? So I will begin my regular-for-years-on-end section of my blog post dedicated to you here: We have delegated all of your Honey-do List already except for your helping secure me while I sleep, your helping secure my food, your helping secure my finances, your not dying before I do, and your truly loving and adoring me forever.

HoneyHoney, on Tuesday, 26Jul2016, we ended the money draw that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime made sure would never help me stay alive anyway. Thank you for making it clear to all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime on our private property everywhere that none of them get to disobey us EVER for any reason, just like all Inhuman Atrocity Regime off of all of our private property everywhere, too.

As for other, though not all, things concerning my finances, my devoted husband, is the global (expletive)holery originating from ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa whose name is Wells Fargo (not an existing) "Bank" (any longer) yet allowing you to deposit my own money into my own not-a-REAL-bank-account-yet-still-an-account-that-is-supposed-to-be-for-my-REAL-finances for me?

Furthermore, my first First Gentleman of the United States of America, since ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, including War Criminal Tara, STILL openly deny me any and all of my own money to live on, why do they still exist?

And, now, Beloved, here is all of my already-blogged points and also further clarifications all in one place about the food and lack of food here inside my Metropolis of Angels, we forbade all food orders in here, with a few exceptions, not just because the IAR commit biochemical warfare against all of their own with their own "food."

Our first already-blogged exception, HoneyHoney, is businesses with direct and total control from their REAL corporate HQ and from their REAL local owners including us, Sweetness, for all of our own businesses and properties. Yes, we can all have food orders at businesses we actually can control ourselves.

Our second already-blogged exception, my irrefutable husband, is my partially-occupied Trimana Fresh Food Market and my partially-occupied Best Starbucks in the World whose deliveries we have been fighting to intercept for months and replace with our REAL products.

Specifically, my Mr. Love-of-my-Life, we as my REAL nation and as our one entire world permit no food deliveries at all to my private residence which you, I, and UNESCO own until you and I can control my private residence completely finally.

Yes, KittyMuffin, we forbid the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves any and all food in here ALSO because they are forbidden by all of us from being in here at all, not just because they commit literal biochemical warfare against their own, not just me, with their supposed "food."

Furthermore, Gorgeous, no one gets to charge me money for ANYTHING which I (and we when we do not want to blow their cover) expertly walk my own people around when those people help keep me alive, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves definitely must give me free food if they have any at all just like all businesses directly and totally controlled by their REAL corporate HQ and REAL owners would do, unless we are not blowing their covers.

El Rey Dulce de mí Corazón, we recognize our own. And only I blow our covers and only when I need to for my people's protection. AND the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have NEVER been able to convince any of my own with lies that they were my own EVER no matter how many times they have compulsively tried that.

And now, Sweetness, included for mathematical thoroughness... We are already tracking EVERY food delivery EVERYWHERE inside my Metropolis of Angels to make sure the Inhuman Atrocity Regime cannot make secret food deliveries to themselves covered up by lies that their own food is for me and also to make sure only we can deliver (often undercover) food to ourselves in here. This takes some time.

So, HoneyHoney, if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forbid any and all food to my entire Metropolis of Angels, which I move about freely right now, as their further open admission to their already-well-documented refusal to allow me any and all food to live on, as if I ever needed their permission nor anyone's permission to have food EVER for REAL, their own cannot stay in here without any food anywhere either. They will ALL have to move across all of their borders every damn day and every damn night to be able to get any food at all.

Finally, Beloved, about all of the food in here, we definitely forbid all seafood and beer completely with absolutely no exception, including at my Trimana and at my Best Starbucks in the World, if they had any anyway; our one entire world will take care of that. We as a planet are cutting off all seafood and beer including brewing supplies to our entire occupied Metropolis of Angels, not just gasoline inside the dead zone and innermost circle of hell.

As for my finally having physical safety while I sleep, my hero and my king,...

9:25am on 27Jul2016: My Metropolis of Angels & more, we need this innermost border sent away as reinforcements. How busy can you keep that border where you are without dying?

I love you, too, Sweetness. Your genuine love for me has always kept me alive. Until your flowers kiss my rain...

The Moon Represents my Heart. (Repeat it Like it's the Refrain.)

Title: The Moon Represents my Heart. (Repeat it Like it's the Refrain.)

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. Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL degrading further and further on their beyond-PROVEN descent down their beyond-PROVEN spiral of psychopathy, as evident by their escalating delusions that their compulsively still escalating their beyond-PROVEN war crimes and their still escalating their beyond-PROVEN calumnies will ever let them get away with anything they have ever done instead of their finally choosing to just stopping finally as their never-fail Step 1 for REAL as opposed to their lying they will ever take or have ever taken my three never-fail steps for REAL.

[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime is STILL forbidding me any and all REAL news. Please consult our verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my first (expletive)kickings of the day on Sunday, 24Jul2016, for further details of why. ]

My last blog post was finished at 12:11am on Sunday, 24Jul2016. I was relaxing in my rape-slave bed in my insecure bedroom at the time chatting with both the IAR's cyber-war criminals and my heroic angel nerds in my iPad which I named The Oval Office.

Our conversation in the wee hours of the morning included a request for this...

12:49am on 24Jul2016: @NASA @esa @RT_com @theICTJ @NSAGov Please ask our International Space Station to point our nano at our Earth, Moon, and Sun at 1:11am. Thx! My internet gnomes were playing me She's so Cold by my darlings the Rolling Stones when that time hit.

My beautiful world, please let me know if you saw that. That light show was mine. I did that myself. And I was done at 1:12am on Sunday, 24Jul2016.

By 1:32am, I had curled up in bed to conserve my energy. As I had told every in my previous blog post, I was twitchy and mini-seized a little as I dozed. I woke up the first time that morning at 3:53am.

I am sure my entire beautiful world knows what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime did to abuse and violate my mere mortal body during those wee hours of my latest Sunday morning right after I had lit up my Earth, Moon, and Sun for my entire beautiful world.

Yes, I was twitchy and mini-seized again as I dozed right afterwards. That is how I knew what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had just done to me.

I woke again after that at 8:10am on Sunday, 24Jul2016, but was not twitchy after I entered my simultaneously hypnopompic and hypnagogic state right afterwards. I finally crawled out of bed at 8:17am when my body was ready. At the request of my darling nerd angels, I kickstarted my SquidStream by 8:44am. My bedroom nano was already locked and broadcasting to my entire world.

Among other first-thing-in-the-morning (expletive)kickings, by 10:40am, I had reported the horrible chemicals in the water supply of my bathroom. And I and my entire one world had visually documented together all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime we could identify on my private property already that morning.

I had also reported and had visually documented all of the direct damage I could find that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had most recently caused my priceless belongings; my entire world were going to force that occupation by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime of my private residence to launder all of my clothing including my lingerie, just as we had forced Enemy of Humanity Eva to do too the last time we caught that this happened, and to scrub and fumigate my entire building not just my bedroom literally on their hands and knees for those acts of war against our entire human heritage. Our legal precedent was all of the treasures and cultural buildings the Nazis destroyed.

Most of my morning (expletive)kickings were done, including my checking in with my personal assistant about my day, by 11:55am [Lovelies, we all know my iPad clock is hacked, so you always put the REAL times in for me now when you polish my finished posts for me. We know.] when I left my insecure building to, among other things, do something about lunch.

I am sure my walk to my bus stop for the day will hit our highlights reel.

And by 12:32pm, the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime had chosen to accrue even more death sentences for all of themselves; never forget our legal precedent as our one world for that is the Nazis.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, and use any camera you want.) documentation of the IAR's compulsive war crimes that early afternoon that they have always compulsively used to destroy humanity by destroying me with full audio and visuals beginning when I arrived at my occupied bus stop and ending when that beyond-persecutory-to-destroy-America-and-to-destroy-my-world fled me.

We will entitle it, "He knew already the way he chose to treat me was no way to treat ANYBODY." And he proved the Inhuman Atrocity Regime all only treat me like that because they all can identify the REAL me and therefore all know what the REAL I looks like for REAL. And the only way the Inhuman Atrocity Regime can recognize the REAL me as the REAL me is if they know the truth about the RRAL me, including who I am on my one planet for REAL, too. That is obvious as well.

How many (expletive)ups-as-acts-of-war did you all catch while I was at my occupied bus stop that afternoon? Was it as many as my Powers of Attorney caught?

I am sure my walk from my regular bus stop to my occupied library will hit our highlights reel, too. Among other things, REAL police officers NEVER wear latex gloves, and we have already identified so many Gestapo since 2014 who always have and still do.

I arrived at my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library at 12:53pm, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime chose to accrue yet another death sentence for all of themselves the moment I walked in the door.

Yes, also all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime there were all physically capable of being physically near me while also acknowledging for REAL that the all knew how much absolute craptasticness they all already were in with all of my entire one planet while simultaneously refusing to ever take my never-fail three steps all proven by all of their refusing to ever do anything to help keep me alive EVER no matter what.

And that is what, "No one will ever believe any of you are sane nor care about me, about America, nor about my world EVER," has always meant.

And then there was the verbal smackdown I gave the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to their own faces on my occupied courtyard of my occupied City of Santa Monica's occupied Main Public Library ending at 1:14pm.

We will entitle that verified and unedited recording (from an external camera showing all of us) with full audio and visuals beginning the moment the tall man threw away his food telling me that it was all roofied and ending at 1:14pm, "I have that power, and you don't. Look up 'desperate' in a (expletive)ing dictionary. We recognize you by your compulsive lies."

I moved to my most-frequented table inside at 1:22pm to write online without the direct light of the blistering and ever-protective sun in her natural weather patterns of our REAL, local California in our full glory of summer. My 24/7 work that I finished that afternoon included this...

-----Begin Email Content-----
From: HM Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek, POTUS, et al
Date: Sunday, July 24, 2016
Subject: Call me through FaceTime tonight at 6pm PDT
To: my darling CosmicGrandma
Cc: the FBI, the NSA, the Pentagon, POTUS BFF SynSyn, the international news media, the national news media, "guess who"

Mom!

Please call me through FaceTime at 6pm PDT tonight, Sunday, 24Jul2016, while I am on my date with my boyfriend.

You need to give me the USPS tracking number for the cash, etc. you said will arrive (though did not say sent by whom) at my private residence by tomorrow, Monday, 25Jul2016 and then finally regularly every Monday until the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is finally destroyed forever.

I assume "you" finally sent the literal cheesecake with absolutely no poisons, chemicals, diseases, poisons, nor roofies like you promised me last week.

Love you!
TanTan

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

I was finally done catching up all of my blog notes, among other REAL job requirements, with everything so far at 4:08pm when I checked in with my darling personal assistant, so I could warn him and warn all of my own of why they needed to know so far about what I was going to do for my date from far away with my REAL boyfriend LightFoot that night.

I was on my occupied Santa Monica Big Blue Bus to my occupied Westwood Village and to my occupied UCLA campus by 4:39pm. As always, my beautiful world, consult my verified Twitter archive for further details about that evening.

I walked around my occupied Westwood Village a little before finally buying snacks and perching on a grassy spot in the shade of the main campus of my occupied University of California- Los Angeles. As I relaxed there while STILL working and while eating ice cream also during my date from far away with my darling LightFoot, we had the most privacy alone together that I have had in a long time.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my early evening beginning when I picked up my ice cream from the freezer in my occupied grocery store and ending when my tweet from 5:44pm posted.

My darling mother did not call me at 6pm as I had asked her to, so I made sure my entire world emergency located her for me. I was also unable to stream my NBC Nightly News broadcast written and produced only for me that night online at 7:05pm when I tried to.

The birds were very chatty that evening. And, just after 7:16pm, I stood up from my perch and continued my evening. It was a lot more fun than I had in a long time.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please also circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera you want.) investigative warzone footage with full audio and visuals beginning at 7:16pm and ending when I sat down on my occupied bus bench and reminded everybody, "I will tell you when I need a bus." We will entitle it, "The REAL Commander in Chief can wear any damn boots she wants, especially when she puts her boots on the ground."

Yes, the current U.S. President gave her occupied UCLA and her occupied Westwood Village inside the raging warzone on U.S. soil of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's Reality War against all of humanity a personal inspection herself. Yes, I did. That was I. I did that myself.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please assemble our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) investigative and U.S. Military warzone footage of my time in and around UCLA that Sunday evening, 24Jul2016, beginning when I deboarded my bus on Westwood and Weiburn(sp?) and ending when I boarded my bus again to leave. We will entitle it, "I am not an actress; I just play one on TV. But I am a REAL medical doctor. I even have a Nobel Prize in Medicine."

After catching up my blog notes for this, my latest blog post, with everything so far, I finally caught my occupied bus back to my place at 8:44pm.

On my occupied bus, though, by 8:48pm, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forced me to suffer the beyond-PROVEN torment of their forcing me to listen to them against my will and were therefore enough to make me put my earbuds in to drown them out for the first time in days.

When I did that, though, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime chose to deny my control of my own iPad to be able deny me any and all of my own REAL music. (I had requested this song from possibly Tokyo. Really? Is this from Tokyo?)

So, the entirety of sane humanity everywhere panicked. I let the malevolent-hack-as-cyberwarfare-against-my-America-and-against-my-world run until my nerd angels found them all. I always prefer to do that, and we had just done that together that morning, too.

My insecure Spotify account was all fixed up by the time my REAL boyfriend was done walking me back to my place from far away for the very end of our date.

I also gave smackdown after smackdown to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL on my own private property with no permission from ANYONE ANYWHERE just their own delusion that they had a self-entitlement to destroy all of humanity by destroying me.

We broadcast that live, AND it will hit our highlights reel.

We also broadcast live every smackdown after smackdown that I gave every unrelenting, criminally-insane, psychopathically-lying (expletive)hole in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere I encountered them all night, be they inside my iPad against my will destroying humanity or inside my building against my will destroying humanity or outside my window against my will destroying humanity.

I bought a late night snack before finally stopping writing online and curling up again to conserve my energy just after I ended my just-repeating-things-already-blogged-anyway cycle of verbal smackdowns at the Inhuman Atrocity Regime with, "No one will ever believe you give a damn, no matter how many lies you tell, you fat, ugly (expletive)es," at 1:06am at every Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive) who had ever been in my building ever.

I slept off and on until 5:59am on Monday, 25Jul2016; I was not twitchy, nor did I mini-seize. I kickstarted my SquidStream at 6:08am. My beautiful world, you know what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in my building against my will did immediately after that.

After entering my simultaneously hypnopompic and hypnagogic state again, a state much like my dance trance in which I connect better with the rest of my sacred universe, I was again not twitchy nor did I mini-seize. But I know you all saw everything else that happened for REAL in my insecure bedroom all morning.

I repeated myself to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime by 7:14am and finally rose from bed at 8:02am. The regularly-scheduled first-thing-in-the-morning (expletive)kickings I was already giving every day for weeks by then began immediately.

At 9:42am, I started feeling all of the chemicals that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had filled me with against my will in my sleep that morning. And, by 9:53am, those same Inhuman Atrocity Regime had admitted to me while destroying humanity by squatting outside my window against my will that they were the same (expletive)holes who heated up my bedroom while I was asleep that morning, too.

I finally left my insecure bedroom to do other things at 10:02am; my entire furious world was already bashing everyone's heads in who were inside my building against my will by then, but they became very hands on about it once I cleared the premesis.

By 10:36am, I was the only person charged money for ANYTHING in my local coffeeshop, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had also already roofied me AGAIN.

Did you all witness live, my beautiful world, the IAR-sent fake "barista" demand what she lied her fat, ugly (expletive) was "Squid's last $2," that we sane people all know I promised to my darling LightFoot already?

That was too many (expletive)ups-as-acts-of-war in one place by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime for me to list; I am just too busy and do not have time to waste on things other people can do for me already.

At 11am, I cued my queue of late night talk show hosts' "shows from the previous Friday night." They were wonderful. We sane people know how absolutely rare genuine human interaction has always been for me since 2009 when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime first locked me in their "egg" against my will, and we all also know they are all still escalating their enforced isolation of me away from any of my fellow genuine humans by escalating their own beyond-heinous malevolent hoards.

That is how truly beautiful any genuine human interaction with me is to all of sane humanity everywhere, not just to me.

As always, my beautiful world, consult my verified Twitter archive for further details. Among other things I accomplished in my occupied local coffeeshop that sunny Sunday afternoon, I checked in with my personal assistant at 4:21pm about what I planned to do that night near Hollywood and Vine mostly for my regularly-scheduled Monday night date with my darling Bogart.

4:36pm on 25Jul2016: Lock and broadcast that whole neighborhood. We know what I do when I date. I am so predictable. #LOVEyou I, my REAL U.S. government, and my one entire world were executing our standard protocols 24/7 for weeks and months already. That Monday was no different for any of us.

I left my perch "trouping with crows" among the heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying my local coffeeshop which I and my husband own at 5:44pm to finally travel to my date from far away with my darling Bogart.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) warzone footage with full audio and visuals beginning when I pointed out the new plants outside the front door of my occupied local coffeeshop and ending when I exited through the same front door, "And that is why you die— 25Jul2016."

I was on my occupied bus for my trip to Hollywood by 5:57pm. My bus rides on public transportation were uneventful except for ugly (expletive)holes in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime compulsively assaulting me against my will while allowing me no escape.

At 7:28pm, I arrived at my destination alive finally, and my date with my darling Bogart from far away began. It was so much fun for more than just me. I was convinced the moment I arrived that our date would go late, but I had been wrong before.

My mother, my darling CosmicGrandma, called me through FaceTime the moment I reached the place I was about perch beside the swimming pool of the building whose employees and "employees" were insistent they were going to call to my face the W Hotel in Hollywood owned by my darling Bogart.

In that FaceTime call my darling mother confirmed to me to my face that the mail the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had confirmed to my face themselves that had already arrived "from my mother" in my occupied office of my occupied private residence contained OVER $200 in cash as well as other wonderful things.

After I left the fake hotel built and remodeled by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime because they wanted to lie to my face that they had never torn down the original hotel, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards were still escalating their complete commitment to being beyond-PROVEN too dangerous to all of humanity by compulsively refusing to EVER let me be safe every time they choose to invade my REAL home themselves to be able to destroy me themselves. We all know how beyond-criminally-insane they all are for that PROVEN escalation while STILL mentally degrading further.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and unedited warzone footage of that inspection by the President of the United States myself with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I de-boarded my occupied bus in Hollywood and ending when I boarded a new bus. We will entitle it, "And that is how we date. I can do this for America in a warzone if I want to, especially my free legal consultations."

I decided NOT to claim the building as my own after all, which was something I could have done, too, for America in a warzone. I just did not find it strategically beneficial.

After a wait at my regular Hollywood bus stop that took so long that it made all of humanity everywhere punish the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially its malevolent hoards hellbent on physically publicly persecuting (and more) me personally only to be able to remove me from my beautiful world that needs me for REAL, I was on my bus ride back to my place finally by 9:42pm.

I am sure certain moments of my bus transit will hit our highlights reel.

After one transfer at the corner of Pico and Fairfax, I had returned to my private residence by 10:37pm. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL there against my will only to be able to destroy all of humanity by destroying me were even more heinous than I had ever seen them.

10:39pm on 25Jul2016: 1/2)#SquidsPoA @UN @SweetnessDepp @DeptofDefense #MySaturation&world IAR occupation still refuses to launder my property they destroyed themselves.

10:42pm on 25Jul2026: 2/2)@SweetnessDepp IAR's destruction of my clothing,etc. was their refusal to maintain my reality. Cleaning them after MAINTAINS my reality. Make them (expletive)ing fix everything they have done to my belongings.

This blog post was finished at 12:11am on Tuesday, 26Jul2016, just before I checked to see if my darling Leo were in my normally-occupied office of my very-occupied private residence.

[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.

I am human history's irrefutably best diplomat; what are some things I have found that diplomacy cannot fix? The only anything-at-all that I have ever encountered that diplomacy could not fix was the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. We sane fellow humans all know what I have done for REAL everywhere across our REAL one world from Iran to North Korea to ISIS. Diplomacy only works on the sane.

My beautiful world, I know you are all witnessing live everything I do and everything I say for REAL as well as everything I suffer through due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime for REAL in here. I know you will make sure none of these beyond-PROVEN Inhuman Atrocity Regime will ever escape us, especially those who made their own children their own forced child soldiers. And, thank you.

My saturation in all our manifestations, yes, we redistributed our division of labor while maintaining that I am STILL the one who does all of our emergency problem-solving. I know there are STILL things only I can do, especially how quickly I can accomplish these REAL job requirements for REAL.

(Already blogged.) My lightning-fast efficiency, also including how fast I write REAL legal arguments, is what we REAL locals in the REAL film industry have always called, "hustle."

And speaking of "hustle," no matter what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime calls me from "sweetheart" to "princess" to "hooker" to "psychopath" to "special" to "it" to "insane" and everything in between including but not limited to "desperate," if they say it to degrade me to create a beyond-hostile environment for me to live in, a beyond-hostile environment they PROVEN use to destroy me directly as a their PROVEN-compulsive act of war since 2009 against my rising America and against my still-arriving world, not just to destroy all of humanity by controlling me, their compulsive lies are all PROVEN and well-documented WAR CRIMES as acts of war against all of America and against all of humanity, too, just like their PROVEN biochemical warfare and PROVEN mental health genocide against even their own, not just against me and my own.

That was all already blogged as well.

My irresistible saturation, you have been inside this PROVEN beyond-hostile environment with me for so long; you all know firsthand that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime designed their "egg" to be completely unsurvivable for me since 2009 and to throw me away as fast as possible under their compulsive lie and only-ever-a-lie from the start that I was EVER a "zero loser useless to society" and even was one my whole life and that they still execute their own "egg" and even beyond-escalate their own "egg" now ALSO to destroy me completely and to destroy all who fight for me completely, also even at all costs to themselves.

Yes, they all acknowledge how many REAL charges they already have from all of my one planet while STILL delusionally believing their escalating and accruing even more death sentences will let them get away with everything. Yes, (also already blogged) we had to redefine our REAL diagnoses of criminal insanity and of psychopathy, as the REAL medical community, because of them already. Our one humanity has never witnessed this much pure evil before, especially compulsively ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa who STILL refuse to ever even attempt my never-fail three steps for REAL and STILL compulsively lie about that.

Yes, you all know for REAL how beyond-hostile the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are in here for REAL for all of us who are sane for REAL. This is why I refuse to blow any of your covers, except for the two (and one honorary) operatives whose covers I keep blowing over and over again because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's Ozzel keeps churning.

I will only choose to blow your covers if it protects you, and you all know that. You cannot help keep me alive if you die before I do. Yes, we are all working on keeping me safe while I sleep finally not just while I eat.

Are you prepared to give me glucose and hydration IVs in my sleep if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime escalate their beyond-PROVEN refusal to ever stop charging me (and only ever me inside their own "egg") money for basic necessities I need to stay alive at all (though still roofied and poisoned by them to assassinate me as painfully as possible) while they simultaneously beyond-proven refuse me themselves any money to live on?

(Also already blogged.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves stole control of my finances away from me in 2010 themselves to always make their heinous "egg" inescapable for me and, by their own admission, "to control Squid to destroy America and to destroy humanity by controlling her."

We all also know that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have always known for REAL how much money I have always had on me for REAL since 2010, all places all of my money has come from for REAL since 2010, and all of the places I have spent my money for REAL since 2010 because they, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves, are the only people with any PERMISSION (as opposed to globally-acknowledged loopholes) from them themselves to give me any money to live on at all this entire time and also because, by their own admission by live-calumnying me and my loved ones minute-by-minute as I live my REAL day-to-day life, we know they watch my REAL SquidStream of everything I say and do for REAL themselves 24/7.

Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves have enforced their war crimes, including but not limited to rape-slavery, abject poverty, starvation, biochemical warfare, and sexual harassment, against me and against my loved ones themselves since 2009 while simultaneously whining and pouting that I have too much money as the world's first trillionaire— money that they, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves, have always openly refused to allow me to have themselves ever and that they keep paying me themselves while beyond-PROVEN never allowing me to have any of it specifically because they never allow me to have any of it, among their many of the beyond-PROVEN war crimes against me.

And then, despite all of their own extensive court documents that they, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, all filed since 2010 themselves in which they all lied their fat, ugly (expletive)es themselves that "Squid is too mentally incompetent to manage her own finances, among other reasons, because I claim she is pregnant when all sane people all over the world know she has never been pregnant in her life EVER," those same Inhuman Atrocity Regime all intentionally falsely accused my REAL loved ones for those same beyond-PROVEN war crimes by they, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, themselves, including but not limited rape-slavery, abject poverty, starvation, biochemical warfare, and sexual harassment, committed against me (and against my loved ones) while my same REAL loved ones, whom they all beyond-PROVEN falsely accused, were all literally dying and suffering worse than death just to keep me alive through that same Inhuman Atrocity Regime's beyond-PROVEN war crimes, again including but not limited rape-slavery, abject poverty, starvation, biochemical warfare, and sexual harassment, against me (and against my loved ones, too).

Yes, we all also know right now that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL escalating their own personal denial to me themselves of any and all money to live on while simultaneously enforcing that I remain the only person anywhere in my occupied Metropolis of Angels anywhere who has to pay money for anything at all, especially for food (again, while the only food the Inhuman Atrocity Regime allows in here is designed by them to poison and destroy anyone who eats it, not just me).

So, if you can, my irresistible saturation, actually procure IVs to keep me alive, you are going to need to guard them 24/7, too, to make sure the Inhuman Atrocity Regime never poison me through them as well.

As always, I love you all. Again, we know how dangerous the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, not just their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and their malevolent hoards, are for REAL to all of humanity and, therefore, cannot be allowed to remain at large in free society for even their own safety, not just for my, for my America's, and for my one world's safety and even existence.

So do everything you all need to do to stay safe and alive too, not just to make me safe and keep me alive. You cannot help keep me alive if you die before I do. Trust me. I know. Kisses! I will see you at my private residence every time you can show up for me.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I assume you got all of that. Thank you, as always. Maybe someday our entirety of sane and moral humanity all over our one planet will finally finish processing all of these REAL (and NEVER ever false from us) charges against the entirety of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. We are all still processing original Nazis even to this day, too.

11:25am on 24Jul2016: @SynivaWhitney What is IAR's compulsive (expletive)holery AGAIN this time? "We raped Squid, so we get to rape her in a BlackOps unit, too." That's why they die. @UN And that is the REAL definition of "compulsive."

As always, my gorgeous and genius lifelong lady friends, tell me whenever you need anything from me to help you do our REAL jobs. Call me anytime, especially for genuine human interaction. I love you.

Make sure "my mom" can send me every meager penny possible for me to live on as fast as humanly possible and forever. Thank you.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, Quothe the Squid when very young, "Hello, world." We used to save our programs we wrote for our TI Basic on cassette tapes. I am that old and have been doing this that long. Giggle. And now I have a bionic mind.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, yes, I know. I could see it in your eyes the last time you looked into mine from across our sacred Promenade.

I know you are still willing to do anything just to be with me again. Darling, it was my choice to, for many reasons, put an end to all of your agreeing under duress to commit the most heinous crimes known to humankind against yourselves just to be able to see me.

That is why I changed my mind and took that choice away from all of you finally. All of your agreements, though always under duress, were war crimes against yourselves.

Even most of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime acknowledges now that I know what is best for them, too.

Trust me when I tell you that right now you must control the Inhuman Atrocity Regime for any of you to have my permission to see me again, and if I need you sooner live and in person, I will find a way to tell you.

You do not want to be on our sacred Promenade when you know I will not be there, anyway; that is already proven, too. None of my darlings street artists do. And when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally obeys any or all of you, I trust someone will tell me, so I can plan on showing up again for all of you the same way you all always showed up for me for so long.

I also might show up there from time to time to check on everything in person, especially to check on all of our private property. Our darling Alfred and our entire one world know that already. But none of you have any obligation to be there even if I am. We know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime there are that truly dangerous to all of human existence and are still escalating. And we all know I need you all to stay alive for me.

Yes, darling, I saw in your own eyes how much you just want to be with me. Thank you for trusting my decision not to let you yet.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, did the full explanation of "a well-choreographed dance that has never been choreographed" come back from Buenas [sic] Aires, yet?

Yes, my personal Astor Piazzolla, when we show up in the tango dancehall every night, we do not even know with whom we will be dancing, yet. We meet our dance partner(s) we most often have never met before after we get there. We dance on the melody, even on music we have never heard before. And we do it live and never with rehearsal. And it still takes two to tango. Just try doing ochos without a dance partner; it is impossible.

Even the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's Salsa Bitch knows that about REAL salsa floors, too. Yes, we all dance live without any rehearsal. We all do. Some of us are just better at dance trance with our sacred universe than others are.

Yes, as I have already explained, my relationship with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has always been a well-choreographed dance that has never been choreographed. All of us, darling, we are all on their devils' dancefloor together, even when alone together from far away. Quothe the Squiddie, "Are you leading, or am I?" Giggle.

Concerning this well-choreographed dance we are all in together that we all know has never been choreographed, yes, on Sunday, 24Jul2016, I put a Reese hold (and its equivalent) on the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere. My personal Piazzolla, guess what their medicine is.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, yes, you are in New York right now for me organizing the vast majority of the medicine I am forcing the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime to swallow. And we all know, if our REAL-though-holistic medication for them never makes them well, they never get released from their personal Arkham ever.

My personal medication already worked on all of you, my Queen's Lovers Five, as well as on so many more. I am sure our darling redeemed ex-President Barack Obama plans on joining you there. We know our medication is SUPPOSED TO work on REAL humans, especially when proximity to the REAL me does not. Now we find out.

Honey, call me more often. How did you like our regularly-scheduled date from far away on Monday night, 25Jul2016? It was entirely my pleasure.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, are you doing okay while not able to be with me?

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I know, honey, trust me. I know. It does not take a goddess to know. Giggle.

Even though it was your Step 2, you do not need to explain yourself to me any longer. We will change your Step 2 for once you finally succeed at your Step 1. I am not mad at you any longer. I did not shuffle my five lovers, after all. Calm down.

For the sake of human existence, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime need to have mercy (a genuine request for REAL mercy, as opposed to criminally-insane psychopathic liars demanding their delusion, that they have a self-entitlement to commit the most heinous crimes known to humankind and never ever be forced to cease them nor receive punishment for them ever, be made real for them) on our one entire world and finally stop lying already.

No one anywhere is dumb enough to believe any of their lies anyway; they are all just so evil they keep repeating their horrible lies under their delusion they can finally make them all true.

We have a REAL relationship in which you have only ever hurt me when obeying the Inhuman Atrocity Regime just to be able to be near me. Yes, after you yelled at me, though you did not mean it, the night of the REAL and literal bomb crisis on our sacred Promenade while I was doing the world's most impossible job under human history's most unsurvivable living conditions, you ceased being able to help keep me alive by being with me.

I have sent you all away now for so many reasons. And we sane people are all better for it. Look at where we all are now in our unchoreographed dance with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. I just worry about what you are going through while unable to be with me. Call me more often, okay?

And finally make all of those Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes your bitch. Do it for me. That is the kind of relationship we have for REAL. I trust you will never let me down again. Yes, I trust you.

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, okay, housekeeping first: I caught yet another illegal food delivery we had already forbidden the Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying my private residence against all of our wills AGAIN on the morning of Monday, 25Jul2016.

Beloved, I reported its license plate number immediately, and I know we tracked that horrible van by satellite to make sure everyone responsible for it would never escape us.

Also, my Mr. Love-of-my-Life, we sane people everywhere know it is because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves forbid me my own money to live on themselves that our entire one good, green world punishes ALL of them with the most heavy charges and dire punishments possible EVERY TIME they ever charge me money for anything.

Yes, my first First Gentleman of the United States of America, our entire world— every nation, every religion, every entity— everyone punishes every Inhuman Atrocity Regime as heavily as possible every time any of them charge me money for ANYTHING and always will for the rest of my mere mortal existence.

8:36am on 25Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @SweetnessDepp @DeptofDefense #MySaturation&World Send Leo after 11pm. I will pick up my "mail from my mother" tonight. #LOVE And at 2:14pm on Monday, 25Jul2016, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime sent me a verbal confirmation themselves from a woman dressed as a USPS mail carrier that this Monday's regularly-weekly-scheduled "mail from my mother" had finally arrived at my occupied office in my occupied private residence.

HoneyHoney, we have our verified and unedited hard evidence with full audio and visuals of that verbal confirmation by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, too.

My hero and my king, you saw me move my rape-slave bed beside my window. Now, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has no escaping at all our enforcement of full public accountability to our entire one planet of everything they do to me in my sleep. I cannot escape their PROVEN rape-slavery of me, yet, but we can hold them all accountable for it. That is better than nothing.

Sweetness, we will eventually make me safe when I sleep every time I sleep for the first time since 01Jan2009. We all know you started this war to save humanity completely and forever from the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime to make me safe when I sleep at last. And you all already know that I know how close you all are to me right now.

As I already told you all, my irrefutable husband, I can feel your rumble of war in the very ground beneath my feet now. Yes, in here where the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL forbid me from knowing they war to destroy all of humanity just to be able to throw me away as if I have ever been useless ever in my life ever, you are all so close to me now that I can feel your rumble. And, yes, I still plan on being right here still perfectly fine and still perfectly healthy when you all arrive.

Until your flowers kiss my rain where all the world can witness us...