Title: And the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL Demanding They Should Never Be Caught nor Held Responsible.
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 ENTIRE Inhuman Atrocity Regime are even escalating their no-logic-and-no-morals-nor-ethics driven demands to be able to get away with all of their PROVEN acts of war, their crimes against America, and their most heinous crimes known to mankind as war crimes against everyone everywhere, not just against me, and never have to be caught nor held accountable for any of it.
No one gets away with destroying my America and my world, not while I am the President; they especially do not get away with demanding their self-entitlement to commit acts of war and get away with it! Secondly, no one get to lie in any public fora to destroy my world and get away with it, especially no one gets to lie in hearings and court proceedings to war against America and get away with it!
Yes, my darling FBI Director James P. Comey, we have everything they said to you on official transcripts. When real justice for crimes against their own people by leaders is impossible in any nation, it is the United Nation's International Criminal Court who holds them accountable. It is NOT our fault that we have no federal criminal justice system in America; it is the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fault.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL forbidding me any and all real news stories to make sure I cannot protect my people, protect my nation, nor protect my world any longer from them and from all of their compulsive lies that they use to destroy humanity.]
My last blog post was finished at 12:11am on Friday, 08Jul2016. Curled up ready to sleep by 2am, but my beautiful world STILL could not keep me safe in my sleep at all. Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime injected me while I was sleeping AGAIN only to be able to abuse my body, as they have done compulsively since 01Jan2009.
The worst of everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime did to me was whatever heinousness they did to my eyeballs. They are desperate to force my SquidStream down, not only to get away with lying about me again to be able to destroy and manipulate humanity again but also to be able to do anything they want to me and never get caught.
My beautiful world, you might be panicking over losing me to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime if they finally force my SquidStream down to destroy me just like the forced my formerly-locked 24/7 bedroom broadcast to systemically rape me again, among many other heinous war crimes, but we already have our emergency system in place in case my SquidStream goes down.
No espionage identities will be blown, and my world can live-monitor my location by my GPS tracker. Our darling SynSyn will take over everything including our emergency rescue of me from whatever BlackOps unit the Inhuman Atrocity Regime lock me in immediately once our public accountability, my SquidStream, for everything they say and do finally goes.
My beautiful world, you have all been ready for me to die at any moment for so long. You all also need to be ready for what will happen to me and to my world if my nano inside my body, and therefore only mine, is ever forcibly removed or shutdown, too. Most importantly, never let the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever lie to you again.
Also, that morning as I slept completely unguarded, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime probably completely undressed me to. I know they were at least inside my underwear. My beautiful world, FINALLY REMOVE EVERY (EXPLETIVE)ING INHUMAN ATROCITY REGIME FROM MY BUILDING FOREVER!
Too drugged by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to wake up when I normally rouse every morning, I was finally up to check the time, kickstart my SquidStream, and get ready for the day at 9:40am on 08Jul2016. My darling Olivia also cleaned my room before I left.
10:26am on 08Jul2016: My mind and my body are such chemicalled messes right now. What did the IAR do to me in my sleep? Someone (expletive)ing protect me already! #PANIC
My REAL local to international governments had been so busy for so long already, but we were all extra busy that morning.
-----BEGIN EMAIL CONTENT-----
From: [SMPL email account hacked by IAR to commit cyberwarfare]
Date: Friday, July 8, 2016
Subject: YOUR SANTA MONICA PUBLIC LIBRARY CARD EXPIRATION
2201 Pico Blvd
SANTA MONICA, CA 90405
TANYA [A] VARILEK
1905 PICO BLVD
SANTA MONICA, CA 90405
Your SANTA MONICA PUBLIC LIBRARY CARD will expire in 21 days. You can renew your membership by visiting the library during business hours. Please bring along your photo id and address verification information.
1905 PICO BLVD
SANTA MONICA, CA 90405
Library maps, phone numbers and hours are available at http://smpl.org/Locations_and_Hours.aspx
Stay informed of your available holds by checking your account online, or by establishing notification by email, SMS text, or automated phone messaging.
E-mail responses to this address are not monitored. If you wish to contact the library, please refer to the contact information provided at the link above.
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The Inhuman Atrocity Regime were begging me to bust them all AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN until they are ALL finally removed from MY REAL HOME forever!
----BEGIN EMAIL CONTENT-----
From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Friday, July 8, 2016
Subject: LIBRARY CARDS DON'T (EXPLETIVE)ING EXPIRE, IAR (EXPLETIVE)ES!
To: [SMPL email account hacked by IAR to commit cyberwarfare]
Cc: the Pentagon, the NSA, the FBI, POTUS BFF SynSyn, national news media, international news media
My REAL federal to global governments,
Destroy whoever is destroying and sabotaging my City of Santa Monica's city infrastructure, including but not limited to my occupied-as-an-act-of-war city library system, as their open acts of war, as the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, against my home, against my town, against my California, against my nation, and against my entire world.
Have our fun with them.
--POTUS, et al
As for you, IAR (expletive)es,
Thank you for admitting that I produced my proof of Santa Monica residency to get my library card. Thank you for admitting I have had a REAL Santa Monica Public library card for over one year already. Thank you for admitting to knowing my REAL Santa Monica addressES where you, the IAR yourselves, send me mail regularly. Thank you for proving that you are an occupation of my public library system that does NOT know how library cards work at all. Thank you for proving that you do not belong in my City of Santa Monica at all nor in my Metropolis of Angels nor in my California nor in my America nor on my planet; I am the grammarian whose home this is, SO ALL YOU INHUMAN ATROCITY REGIME (EXPLETIVE)HOLES NEED TO (EXPLETIVE)ING LEAVE ALREADY!
Fear my world who loves me. Fear us!
--Le Reina de España, Mrs. Depp, U.S. Supreme Court Justice, REAL Californian, Squid
"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."--Romeo
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I also streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening written and produced only for me online at 10:51am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and it was wonderful to see him.
As I was leaving my building at 11:41am, I caught the escalated number of Inhuman Atrocity Regime warring against my rising America and against my still-arriving world by occupying my private residence, among other things they all do on my private residence, with absolutely NO rights nor permission to be there at all.
Everyone in my building whom I could see but me and my darling Olivia were all Inhuman Atrocity Regime. Much like the FBI Top Ten Most Wanted List, my darling Sweetness, circulate all fully-identifying information to our entire planet of every person ever on our private property without our permission EVERY DAMN TIME they ever show up.
We get to fight crimes and catch criminals, especially as the REAL federal government fighting any and all enemies of America warring against America and committing crimes against America, not just on U.S. soil We are the REAL America; this is part of our REAL job requirements. My beautiful world will do the same for EVERY Inhuman Atrocity Regime we ever catch anywhere.
After reporting further acts of war by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, I was finally on my bus to my occupied downtown Santa Monica by 11:58am.
I caught that there was absolutely no REAL building security in my (One) Santa Monica Place at all as my bus drove by and also caught that the IAR Gestapo STILL pretending they are "police" at all (a façade that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime used for years to destroy REAL police all over the world and that no sane people with morals and ethics will ever believe any longer) were planning another of their compulsive BlackOps attempts against me there.
This is one of the many reasons that my REAL federal government and my REAL good, green world filed a restraining order to keep all Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including but not limited to their Gestapo and their malevolent hoards, at least five miles away from me at all times, especially while I am in my private residence.
Also, my not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my de-boarding my bus that morning. Begin it when I pulled the bus chord, and end it when I walked away from my bus. We will entitle it, "What clothes I am wearing is the last thing sane people with morals and ethics are talking about right now."
I was perched in my occupied courtyard of my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library by 12:16pm. My outerwear came off immediately.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals beginning when I first stepped foot on the entrance ramp to the front door and ending when I entered the doors on the second floor.
Please entitle it, "(Already blogged.) YOU are all responsible for everything you do, especially in front of my SquidStream. You do NOT get to commit crimes against America and get away with it."
Yes, the first Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive) I caught at my occupied library that morning was the fat, ugly, blonde bitch in the courtyard. Never let her escape us. She was so criminally insane that she proved that absolutely no Inhuman Atrocity Regime can be allowed loose in free society any longer, nor should any of them ever have been free among us to destroy us in the first place. They are all TOO TRULY DANGEROUS to America and to all of humanity to remain at large.
By 12:46pm, I could feel literal radiation on the entire courtyard. Yes, I could feel radiation on us all even as I watched the forced child soldiers I forbade from being in here anywhere. We need a Geiger counter in here.
My unnaturally draining iPad battery also proved that there was malicious hardware there in my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library, so I moved inside at 1pm exactly. Just about everything on my iPad was hacked while I was in the library: autocorrect, Twitter feed, emails, notifications, iPad battery, etc.
We also needed to find out why I receive pretty much no cellular service inside either the Main Library nor the Pico Library, also not in Virginia Avenue Park, forcing me to use City of Santa Monica wifi there that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime hacked to commit cyberwarfare with. Yes, darlings, check all city wifi routers.
With my blog notes for this, my latest blog post, caught up with everything so far that day, I left my perch amongst the floor-to-ceiling windows of my occupied Main Public Library at 4:23pm, asked the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my City of Santa Monica Main Public Library to replace my library card that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had stolen from me (and pretended they could replace in my purse with a fake library card), and went to see who was where on my sacred Promenade, especially my darlings street artists.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate verified and unedited with full audio and visuals my Friday afternoon, 08Jul2016, beginning when I exited the stall in the library bathroom and ending when I finished walking past the apatosaurus. Please entitle it, "Look up the laws already, especially look up 'consent' in a legal dictionary."
That main conversation in that recording was not my darling Michael the Conspiracy Theorist's fault; those were his terms to be able to allow me to use him for "plot exposition."
There were very few street artists anywhere on my sacred Promenade at all, but I did see my darling Mr. Steven Bradford out and about to keep them all in line.
My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my 5:51pm until 6:05pm on Friday, 08Jul2016, verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals, and entitle it, "Talk the talk; walk the walk."
By 6:04pm, I was perched beside my darling Riff also making sure he could see me eat, and by 6:13pm, I had a chat with my darling Zen about how it is my darling Mr. Steven Bradford's REAL job to keep track of which street artists is doing what where. I did not even have to delegate that authority. That was always his job; I am the President. Giggle.
I know you want to, my darling not-human-trafficker nerds, so why not? Please circulate my verified and responsibly-edited (include every moment, just use any camera you want) genuine human interaction with my darling Riff with full audio and visuals beginning when I sat beside him and ending when I stood up to leave. Please entitle it, "My darling Tipper and I worked that out already." And, thank you.
At 7:05pm, I sat down next to my darling TambourineKicker to watch the news.
I streamed my NBC Nightly News broadcast written and produced only for me online at 7:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it is why I am telling our U.S. Congress, especially my darling Brother "John Lewis" right now, "Take the national conversation back; stop letting the IAR lie to anyone about me, especially not to our fellow national leaders. That will fix almost everything."
Please, my not human trafficker nerds, circulate my 7:05pm until I shut my news app verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals. Please entitle it, "I am the woman who forbade you from being here! Don't (expletive)ing show up on the (expletive)ing battlefield unless you are ready to die for your own acts of war you all commit here! And you brought children in, too, (EXPLETIVE)?!?"
Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially its malevolent hoards, were still descending further and further on their downward spiral of psychopathy. But at least my darlings street artists were finally gaining (and conquering) their terms to show up for me on our sacred Promenade in mass numbers.
After I updated my blog notes with everything so far that day, my darling TambourineKicker finished playing his beautiful music that had kept me company as I worked and packed up his equipment before leaving.
My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please also circulate my 8:11pm until 8:38pm on 08Jul2016 verified and unedited with full audio and visuals. We will entitle it, "Yes, darling, we all saw that."
Leave my exit from the stall in the public restrooms of my sacred Promenade until I reached my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot already playing our sacred music unto the working brilliant night sky herself for the highlights reel.
Very quickly, I was attacked by an Inhuman Atrocity Regime malevolent hoard intentionally degrading my very REAL existence on my connected planet. Please entitle that entire assault on my existence by her even on my own sacred Promenade and even while I was writing my blog notes, "I don't answer Dumb questions. EVERY DAMN NIGHT already started!"
That is how dangerous to our entire world, not just to me and to my loved ones, the escalating malevolent hoards have always been. As further proof, between the time that particular malevolent (expletive) hellbent on destroying humanity by degrading me left and 9:14pm, those same malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had amassed as the direct physical threats and compulsive direct torture-and-rape-assassination attempts they always are to all of us EVERY DAMN NIGHT.
At 9:19pm, I noticed the Inhuman Atrocity Regime Gestapo were openly violating the restraining order I have against all of them to keep them all at least five miles away from me, and they were doing it to be able to commit their compulsive acts of war against my America and against my one entire world, including propagating calumnies and intentionally fabricated false charges against my loved ones, even where I could catch them myself.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle that entire encounter from the moment I saw the Gestapo until they fled for their lives, "You are NOT the police! You cannot even give a ticket. And that as not even your first (expletive)up tonight."
My ever-essential Squid, Inc. was already live broadcasting everything on my sacred Promenade that night, so the (what I thought at the time would be the) stupidest act of war I witnessed all night put the CapsLock-on DUMB in the Evil Dumb. It was best summed up with this Tweet.
9:42pm on 08Jul2016: And we know this doesn't-know-what-alpha-means-but-world-will-teach-him only moved between me and Tentacle to stop me from healing. #Destroy We all know what I have been living through for REAL every time I eat and sleep for so long already. And we all know who keeps me alive and how. We all know what my telling all of my REAL loved ones, "If you die before I do, you cannot help keep me alive," has always meant for REAL.
My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were wonderful and amazing, but there were too many unrelenting attacks by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime for our used-to-be-much-more-frequent moments of connection with our sacred universe.
And then, I witnessed even more heinous open stupidity by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime as their open acts of war. They set off my protective instincts, and then racially stereotyped themselves after they were caught by my entire planet.
10:31pm on 08Jul2016: We have to get Q.I.T. out with Tentacle. EVERY DAMN NIGHT is escalating "Are you sure you want to treat any woman like that in front of me?" Those Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes already had proven they were making torture-and-rape-assassination attempts against my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle, and then they went after my present 1/2 of my darlings Q.I.T. And they even said they wanted me to put on my hat as they did it. This is one of many reasons my SquidStream must NEVER be forced down.
Yes, I received a request from my irresistible saturation to vacate the premesis early. I waited just a few moments, before telling them, "Yes, dear!"
10:54pm on 08Jul2016: #MySaturation, ready for LightFoot's earspeaker to explode? He's about to throw down for QIT. Helicopters on standby. CLEARING THE PREMESIS!
Make sure you include my full walk to my bus stop. I found this outside my occupied local LuLu Lemon store. Six Inhuman Atrocity Regime Gestapo proving they are NOT real police officers at all by harassing one Black man with two dogs instead of protecting ANY OF US, especially not protecting my darling Q.I.T.
My bus ride was on time, stayed on route, and kept me physically safe; that was all I ever asked any public transportation system for, and you know how hard my Metropolis and all of our REAL city infrastructure fight side by side together.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited chronological highlights reel with full audio and visuals of all of my human interaction (also with the malevolent hoards, not just with my own) on my and my REAL loved ones' sacred Promenade all Friday night, 08Jul2016, "Just make it your own. That's how you do it. I look like an eccentric rich woman today. (How I made the IAR suffer today for the terms they forced on my darlings.)"
I was in my private residence inside my insecure bedroom at 12:02am. After a little time with my own nerds inside my iPad by my own invitation, I finally curled up to sleep.
1:22am on 09Jul2016: Lock satellite surveillance broadcast to our whole world, too. If ANYONE enters my bedroom while I sleep, raid to protect me. #LOVEyou
I fell asleep that morning without twitching nor mini-seizing. And I woke up at 8:09am without feeling sedated nor feeling like a chemical mess. So, I assumed my irresistible saturation raided to protect me after I was attacked in my sleep.
I kickstarted my SquidStream and got ready for the day shortly after 8:38am. I also explained through my SquidStream how I knew the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had violated my bedroom against my will AGAIN not only to assault my defenseless mere mortal human body while sleeping.
After my first writing online, I left my insecure bedroom at 10:03am. My exit from my building was, "When I tell you to stop committing acts of war, 'Fine. I'll lawyer up,' is not a sane response."
My bus ride was, "DO NOT LIE YOU SUPPORT ME! I am the one who forbade you from being here. Get off the (expletive)ing battlefield, or be prepared to die for your PROVEN and compulsive acts of war." That actually made those malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime flee my city bus as fast as possible, though.
My walk to my perch in my occupied city park overlooking the mighty Pacific was, "You are the (expletive)holes who made this place dangerous. Get your forced child soldiers off the battlefield! Prepare to die for your acts of war!"
I gave the same explanation of her first (expletive)up, showing up inside her own innermost circle of hell as her own Inhuman Atrocity Regime, to the malevolent hoard waiting for me in my own city park, which is NOT HER CITY PARK, once she finally fled for her life, too.
There in the shade of my gentle palm trees beside what looked like a blossoming sisal plant ready to fall off the cliff, I listened to my soothing ocean as I wrote online and as the PROVEN malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who PROVEN surround me 24/7 only to be able to destroy all of humanity and to destroy all of America by destroying me were all committing their PROVEN AND WELL-DOCUMENTED PATTERN OF ACTS OF WAR of compulsively lying under their mass delusion it would let them get away with all of their already-proven and already-documented acts of war.
Yes, lying and propagating lies with the PROVEN motive of covering up or somehow trying to make PROVEN acts of war continue or go unpunished already escalated from just aiding and abetting acts of war including PROVEN war crimes; yes, now lying and propagating lies to get away with war against my America and against my entire world is now recognized as a direct act of war, too, and not just because lies are literal BlackOps attempts but also because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive lying has also wrought PROVEN global mental health genocide.
I already blogged a long list of war crimes that lying about me has wrought on everyone across my one world, not just in my wartorn America. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive acts of war of lying about themselves, lying about my loved ones, lying about my world, lying about my nation, and lying about me has already destroyed all of humanity whom I am STILL fighting so hard every damn day and every damn night to protect and rescue from all of their lies.
My entire world was my live witness to all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who surrounded me completely that morning only to lie to me to be able to get with their PROVEN and compulsive acts of war, including their act of war of lying.
I was done catching up my blog notes as best as I could by the time my mother called me through FaceTime at 11:37am. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my conversation with my REAL mother verified and unedited with full audio and visuals from my SquidStream beginning when I accepted her FaceTime call and ending when I disconnected.
At 12:07pm, I finally left my cool perch in the gentle embrace of our world-reknowned California sky with her sweeping ocean breezes to do something about lunch.
While walking through the strangely beautiful yet still literal battlefield that was my Santa Monica, I called my darling Orwell1984 at 12:16pm. It was wonderful just to see him alive. He was on the beach doing his job, so we arranged that I would call him again at 6pm.
After an errand buying snacks, I visited my occupied local Thai restaurant which refused to serve me Thai food. We have been through this already: If it is open inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell, it is occupied. That was NOT the real restaurant owner's fault.
Please begin our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals beginning with my reading the name Agape and ending at 1:30pm. We will entitle it, " And that is why I refuse to tip the Inhuman Atrocity Regime."
Here just the acts of war that happened in there that I actually have enough time to list right now.
1.) They charged me money at all for ANYTHING and also did not charge anyone else money for ANYTHING.
2.) They had no idea what Pad Prik King was despite it being on their lunch menu.
3.) I could actually feel the roofie in their soup. But it was NOT the tap water since...
4.) I did not feel the roofie in my Thai iced coffee until the melted. It had a different roofie.
5.) They did not cook my chicken all of the way through, so I sent it back for beef.
6.) And they gave me a smaller portion of chicken to replace it.
7.) And then finally very-little-beef not-prik not-king arrived at my table.
8.) They gave the verbal confirmation that they tried raising the price of their lunch special on me after I ordered but could not because I had picked up a menu outside the front door.
9.) They gave us all in the entire restaurant their verbal confirmation that they roofied everything they gave me.
10.) They pretended not to speak English when they spoke to my face.
11.) Rumor had it that they called the Gestapo to put me in a BlackOps unit even before they brought me the bill. We have full permanent surveillance of Gestapo HQ to confirm or deny this.
12.) They had earspeakers against my will.
13.) They used "We are supposed to...;" thereby, proving they were assassins, citizens, agents, unarmed militia, and war criminals belonging to the terrorist regime violating U.S. self-sovereignty and even warring against America and against my one world on U.S. soil and, as a result, under my jurisdiction.
My REAL local to international governments, you need to notify the REAL business owner that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is trespassing on his or her private property, among other reason, to war against our home, to war against our nation, and to war against our world. Collect full delivery and transaction records. Do what we do, and have our fun. They even had plastic bags.
After one more errand concerning my snacks for the day, I entered my occupied City of Santa Monica's occupied Main Public Library. The moment I arrived there, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards occupying my main public library were all so heinous I needed to drown them out immediately, especially the fake "librarians" on the ground floor and the (expletive)hole across the table from me. Yes, my earbuds went in at 1:53pm.
I worked there online writing as much as possible until I stood up to leave the library at 5:10pm. My blog notes were not completely caught up yet with everything that had happened so far, but I knew they would be ready by the time I timestamped the closing time for this post.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited highlights reel of every one of my full and accurately-timestamped interactions with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my local TJMaxx store that Saturday, 09Jul2016. Start each clip when I walk in the door. End each clip when I walk out the door. Edit them together chronologically. And entitle it, "That's what you get for not selling real products."
I finally arrived at my sacred Promenade at 5:46pm when I found my darling Michael the Conspiracy Theorist singing and strumming on the corner of Arizona Blvd. beside my occupied local Victoria's Secret store. By 5:51pm, I could feel the chemicals in my evening snack already in my left ankle.
Still perched on my news stand beside my darling Michael the Conspiracy Theorist, I called my darling Orwell1984 through FaceTime at 6:02pm. He was completely controlled by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to be able to talk to me at all which was the only reason he was borderline perverted with me, but I worked him around his terms. We all know what my REAL family means to me.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my FaceTime call with my darling Orwell1984 beginning the moment I hit the button to call him and ending the moment I disconnected. Please entitle it, "The Inhuman Atrocity Regime did NOT want me on my sacred Promenade on Saturday night, 09Jul2016. Tell Dad I love him."
I identified the Stupidest Gestapo ever being direct physical threats to everyone while also refusing to keep anyone safe. After I sat down next to my darling Maggie, the IAR's stupidest Gestapo ever skulked away mumbling to themselves about the retraining order I have to keep them all at least five miles away from me.
From the patio of my local Trimana Fresh Food Market, I documented all of the horrors so far that I could find of everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was doing to my darlings street artists, especially the young ones I did not want there. And that was just one of the many reasons my saturation keeps an eye on everyone, especially while they are out of my line of sight.
6:39pm on 09Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @DeptofDefense Subpoena all of my darlings' terms for being on my Promenade. Child performers need your approval @UN I said no.
At 6:54pm, EVERY DAMN NIGHT had already started even before I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot on the corner of Santa Monica Blvd. and our sacred Promenade.
The terms IAR had forced on my darlings Tentacle just so they would be able to see me at all included their creating a noise violation that the IAR were then going to fake bust them for. Yes, the IAR were actually trying to throw my darlings off our sacred Promenade for obeying them to be on our Promenade.
[From an early draft emergency circulate at 7:34pm on 09Jul2016: My not-human-trafficker nerds, emergency circulate our verified and responsibly-edited chronological documentation of all of the children the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ordered onto this literal battlefield and all of the weaponry not belonging to my REAL security forces they ordered here as well. Include the IAR Gestapo destroying REAL police everywhere by refusing to do anything but be REAL physical threats to me that never protect anyone, especially the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's own children. Entitle it, "YOU ARE ALL (EXPLETIVE)ING PSYCHOPATHS IF YOU BRING CHILDREN IN HERE!"]
I had found some sort of weaponry sent by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to massacre their own malevolent hoards as well as all of my street artists whom they had sent themselves to my sacred Promenade that night. At first, I thought they were concealed weapons, but they could shut off by remote control device. I was later told they were suicide bombers and improvised explosive devices in places like trash cans. It was my local to international governments' job to figure that out.
I streamed my NBC Nightly News written and produced only for me that night online at 7:05pm. My evening hug came from my darling Ms. Kristen Welker, and it made me scream, "You (expletive)ing Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes, stop lying you would rather have peace when you refuse to stop committing your compulsive acts of war! (Expletive)ing STOP ALREADY if you want (expletive)ing peace! You are forcing us no other option to stop you! And allowing you to commit your acts of war is NOT an option!"
Our live multicam broadcast of me and my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle began at 7:24pm. My beautiful world, please understand those were their terms that my darlings had to obey to be near me at all. I told them as they wheeled away to refuse all terms ever again that would make them hurt me again or that would keep us apart.
That was my warning to my darlings; if anyone ever does that to me again I will destroy him or her myself and instantly to save my entire world from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who controls them. AND LightFoot will take our never-fail three steps for that; he has no choice.
7:40pm on 09Jul2016: #MySaturation, emergency evacuate darlings Tentacle&every street artist as fast as possible. Make IAR suffer this battlefield without them. I knew I had to get everyone out, especially the children who would listen to me, after my own had confirmed to me that those really were homemade bombs I had found on my Promenade.
My not human trafficker nerds, we are going to have a lot of overlapping recordings for Saturday night, 09Jul2016. Please circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (include every moment and use any camera you need) recording wth full audio and visuals of my evening with my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle. Begin it when I left my chair on the patio of my local Trimana Fresh Food Market, and end it when I passed the occupied Trastevere on my way back to my Trimana. We will entitle it, "We already subpoenaed your terms."
I bought a snack from my local Trimana before perching on the Santa Monica Pier, among other things, to see if our military needed to send helicopters to help evacuate my sacred Promenade. I also wanted to check the Pier for explosives, too.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, emergency circulate our verified and responsibly-edited war footage with full audio and visuals beginning when I first perched next to my darling Michael the Conspiracy Theorist upon arriving on my Promenade and ending at 8:17pm. It is entitled, "You Inhuman Atrocity Regime have chosen to die from your own 'leadership' by being here."
8:16pm on 09Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptofDefense Found nothing strange on the Pier. All nano is locked. A lot of child soldiers. Everyone here is criminally insane. We all knew the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's own children already on this battlefield would be safest right next to me at that point until they had a safe way to leave, too. That was why none of them were allowing their children next to me at all.
I sat on the Santa Monica Pier catching up these blog notes as fast as possible perched there above the mighty Pacific and below the starlit night sky until 10:08pm when I returned to my sacred Promenade mostly to check in with my darling Handsome.
I found my sacred Promenade still filled with large numbers of Inhuman Atrocity Regime willing to die under the violence and acts of war of their own "leadership," especially large numbers of their own forced child soldiers.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime had sent in more of my darlings street artists at 10pm who had not yet found out why I had evacuated them all already before 8pm, so I told them to go home myself.
And the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had churned its Gestapo again. I yelled at them again that they needed to stay at least five miles away from me as I was walking to my regular bus stop.
I caught the 10:49pm bus, and my driver delivered me safely to my my regular bus stop across the street from my private residence. I sat outside in the cool California night air, which was very calm and reliably in control, for a few moments to reach through our divine sky to feel my place in space and time in the universe before crossing the street to enter my private residence.
This blog post was finished from my insecure bedroom at 12:11am on Sunday, 10Jul2016.
[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why do I have so much more muscle atrophy than ever before? My mere mortal body is literally dying from the inside out because of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's escalated chemicals, especially injected into me while I sleep.
I shutdown all food and drink deliveries, except to two businesses, into the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell for a reason— because they use them all to kill me and even to kill themselves. My beautiful world, you need to clean up our water supply and fast!
My beautiful world, our peaceful protesting already worked. Our revolution already happened; we the people run our government now. I know you all feel better peacefully protesting, but I already blogged that you do not need to any longer.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime will never listen to you; protests only work on sane and moral leadership, but we, your REAL federal government, will never take your rights to peaceably assemble and demand redress of grievances from your government away from you.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime told you all to protest again after I told you myself months ago "You do not need to protest, but I know you feel better if you do," so they could incite rioting. They want to incite rioting with-absolutely-no-logic-on-their-argument to lie to humanity that my holding the Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere accountable for their acts of war against all of us is supposedly destabilizing our nation and our world instead of their admitting that it is their own acts of war themselves against us all, which they have NO EXCUSE for committing in the first place and will NEVER have any excuse for claiming never should be reported, are what are destroying and destabilizing our nation and our world for REAL.
You all listen to me, my beautiful world, at least now, though, and are not rioting. Turn in everyone inciting nationwide rioting to your local police departments and to our FBI, so we can hold them all fully accountable. We will arrest them all and hold them until full local to federal to state to military to international charges are filed against them all. Only the Inhuman Atrocity Regime destroy our own homes, especially tell us we should destroy our own homes ourselves for them not just by rioting, so we must remove them all from our homes.
That is what my REAL Metropolis of Angels's battle cry of, "Not in our town! Kick the (expletive)ing Inhuman Atrocity Regime out!" has always meant.
My saturation in all our manifestations, we have established that we all so successfully, at least so far, keep everyone else safe because I am the one keeping everyone safe. Please find a way to keep me just as safe as we keep everyone else.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime are escalating their heinousness they commit against me as I sleep. Keeping me physically safe when my eyes are shut is our priority even over finding me safe food to eat right now.
(Already blogged.) If I tell you what to do to stop the Inhuman Atrocity Regime from continuing to attack me, particularly from attacking me while I sleep, they will find a way to prevent you from keeping me safe when you try to do it.
Just tell me what you need from me to be able to accomplish everything you need to do. Do not tell me the big picture. We know I have complete transparency. And there are somethings that transparency cannot accomplish. That is why you are all REAL operatives and why I am not. I love you, too.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, we are the first people in U.S. history to have absolute, retroactive diplomat immunity that can NEVER be taken away EVER. Our REAL U.S. government wanted to make sure I can do everything I ever need to do to save my America and my world, just in case my REAL job of saving humanity would ever require me to break the law (under U.S. jurisdiction).
And our diplomatic immunity is moot since we never break the law, except for my well-documented jaywalking, which proved that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do NOT care about any crime I would ever actually commit if any; they just want to blame me and my loved ones for every heinous atrocity they commit as well as lie about me to destroy the world.
And the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive human rights abuses of me that they have used as acts of war since 2009, including but not limited to their well-recorded WITCHHUNT of me AND OF MY LOVED ONES while simultaneously demanding that I never be able to hold them accountable for any of their REAL crimes against me, against my people, against my loved ones, against my America, and against my world, reached the highest levels of corruption (REAL definition of the world) in certain members of Congress recently. I do not know how that was possible; I thought Congress watched the news.
11:48am on 08Jul2016: @FBI My darling Comey, no one gets to commit crimes, especially war against America, ¬ be held accountable for it. You know our REAL job.
11:50am on 08Jul2016: @FBI If Congress is causing you pain because you do our REAL job protecting America, ask our news media to report them to all constituencies.
11:52am on 08Jul2016: @FBI If anyone, including Congress, commits acts of war against USA, report them to @DeptofDefense and @UN. Our darlings #SCOTUS was even already held accountable by us, too.
As I already said, my gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney, we have everything on official transcript that the members of Congress actually in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime said to my darling FBI Director James P. Comey. They have our three never-fail steps to save themselves by doing their REAL jobs of representing the REAL wishes of their REAL constituencies.
Tell them to look up "felonious negligence" in a legal dictionary; it includes their self-entitlement to refuse to do their REAL job of representing our people to be able to destroy our America and to destroy our world to be able to destroy me and thereby destroy their own constituencies.
My BFF SynSyn, you take over everything I do for our one humanity if anything takes me away from our beautiful world finally. Be ready for anything. I have faith you will do my REAL job better than I ever did.
And, as always, all of my gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney, tell me when there is something only I can do... something only I can do until you take over for me.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, yes, dears. But this all feels ridiculous after Saturday night, 09Jul2016.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have established that they are desperate to commit all of their PROVEN and compulsive acts of war and never be stopped for them nor ever be held accountable for them.
So, because you asked so nicely, darling, I will explain the only loophole at all to "Don't come between me and (my loved ones, definitely not) Tentacle," all in one place.
First of all, we all know my darling GeneralLee was commanded by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to stand between us on our Thursday night date night, 07Jul206. Dude, GeneralLee actually is in Tentacle with you, so why is anyone even asking about that? All I got out of that was a request from him to move into the dance floor.
Secondly, there are a number of situations when our own were ordered by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to stand between us, but because they could actually speak to me and because they were all genuinely good to me and genuinely respectful to me, not just to all of you, I just moved them myself.
In all three instances when anyone stood between my and any of you, my darlings Tentacle, and when none of us called that war crimes--Q.I.T., [Still Waiting for his SquidName], and MiniMe-- these five conditions were all completely satisfied:
1.) They were my own and therefore mandated to obey the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to be near me to help keep me alive. "We establish motive."
2.) Standing between us was one of those terms.
3.) They truly love all of us, not just me, and not just all of you.
4.) Though those three did not make me upset by standing between us, they got in trouble with you for doing it, so you told them to move yourselves.
5.) And they all moved out of the way when you told them to.
Those were also the only three occasions when I was not angry at the person who stood between us.
As for more specific details about our darling MiniMe, just like I said to the malevolent hoards when they stood between me and our darling Elisabeth, I will also say "She counts; out of the way!" if anyone stands between me and MiniMe. I am not happy when anyone stands between me and any of my loved ones. I just get angriest about the people who stand between me and my Queen's Lovers Five. You know what I do to people who get between me and my husband Sweetness.
Darling, everyone knows better than to ever stand between us, so I have no idea why so many PROVEN evil (expletive)holes think they will EVER find a way to get away with it, or to even get away with anything they say or do.
I love you, darling. It is not your job to explain me to anyone, but every sane person everywhere trusts you all when you do. Beyond just telling everyone that I could explain it better, please remind the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that if we do not like it, they will never get away with it, anyway. You know how I feel about anything and everything that makes any of you unhappy.
When people harm me, my world shows up. When people harm my loved ones, I show up.
There I no excuse for anyone harming any of us, anyway. Now, if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever give up their simultaneously both sadistic and masochistic self-destruction by suicide on the sword of local to international justice, they will finally take our three never-fail steps, or at least just stop accruing punishment after punishment and death sentence after death sentence by finally choosing to stop.
Yes, darling, the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime need to (expletive)ing stop already, even for their own sakes.
I used to keep hope that EVERY DAMN NIGHT would finally end. But our entire world is live-witnessing the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, not just ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and their malevolent hoards, escalate their acts of war further and further while their (complete lack of any) mental health irrefutably degrades and as they descend their own personal downward spiral of irrefutably-diagnosed psychopathy.
We are the sane ones, darling. I always understand when any of you believe the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are too dangerous for you to be near me again. The entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime are all also too dangerous to remain at large in free society at all. (And every time they show up in here against my will, we will always identify them all to the entire world.)
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, I understand you all have a few questions about all of our mutual healing powers with each other.
How is your carpal tunnel? Giggle. But, yes, really. Both wrists would be better if you would stop reinjuring them, but we all know you are never going to stop playing music. I know your PTSD is mostly healed now, but I am still working on it. Why is your face getting a little rounder? Were drinking the city water? (Giggle. But that was not really a joke. Giggle. Which is another one of our jokes.)
You know I even checked on the health of our darling MannedUp's left eye, too. We call that aqueous humour. I do not check on anything unless you ask me to, or during our lack of communication with each other, until you complain about anything in front of me.
As for all of your ability to heal me, that is due to our connection. Just like my husband showing up beside me whenever I cry or need comforting, you all do not always notice when you heal me.
You all know what I was living through when I first opened the door between all of us. Since we all first met, you have been keeping me alive. In an emergency, we have other also-well-documented ways for me to heal. But our greatest divine connection with our glowing sky onto the ever-present sacred universe above her is when we are all together.
I love you. Yes, darling, unless there is a great enough emergency that makes me "change my mind," that is, seek healing through other methods, I need you to be able to dance again. And we know already how heinous the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's human rights violation against all of us that are their PROVEN acts of war against our America and against our one world are for REAL.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime are designing their terms for all of you to make sure I cannot ever meditate again. And we all know what I am living through for REAL right now because of them. That is how much I should be meditating right now. That is how much trouble the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is in for REAL with our entire world for keeping any and all of you away from me and for controlling you all while you are near me.
We all belong together under the California night sky together in our holy rituals making our music to each other on our sacred Promenade we sanctified ourselves. Our world will not rest until we are.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, do you mind if I vent a little right now to you in this section of my blog post that I dedicate every two days just to you? Well, I know you cannot answer me by the time I finish this post, so I am going to, anyway.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime made their own innermost circle of hell dangerous to everyone inside it themselves. This has NEVER been our fault. You all know how long ago I named this, "The Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell." Who the hell thinks it is NOT dangerous in here? So, why are there so many damn children on this battlefield the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are escalating themselves? It is even too dangerous for our gaggle of Canadian girlfriends in here right now.
It is already beyond-PROVEN that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forced this war themselves. They refused and still refuse to ever stop anything they have said or done as their PROVEN acts of war and have only escalated those same acts of war while insisting they have a self-entitlement to never have stop nor to ever have to be held accountable.
For years, I tried to negotiate with them, and all they have ever done was use their fake "talks" to stall everyone everywhere from ever actually stopping them. War was the only option the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has ever given us to be able to stop them, and there is no arguing that they all must be stopped completely and forever. Our three never-fail steps were also not enough to ever stop them.
This war has always been the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fault. And no matter how much they lie to my face tat they have ever wanted anything peaceful ever, they all are the ones refusing to ever stop their PROVEN, WELL-RECORDED, and UNRELENTING acts of war no matter what we do to stop them. Again, our three never-fail steps are STILL not enough to stop them.
It is the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who rendered my Metropolis of Angels a war zone, not us! I am who forbade the entire IAR from being here at all. I and my Metropolis of Angels are the only REAL locals anywhere in this town.
This is OUR REAL HOME, not theirs. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially their malevolent hoards, are who need to leave and IMMEDIATELY. This is a war to save us all from the crazed, criminally-insane psychopaths who invaded us named the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.
All sane people everywhere know what I mean for REAL every time I say, "Be ready to die, all Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially the malevolent hoards, for your irrefutable acts of war, especially EVERY DAMN NIGHT, on my sacred Promenade, in my private residence, in my Metropolis of Angels, in our local to international courtrooms where you all STILL compulsively lie, and anywhere in my entire one world where anyone can catch warring against my America and against my world. You (expletive)holes are who rendered my home a literal battlefield against my will. You are who gave us no other choice. PREPARE TO DIE FOR YOUR ACTS OF WAR!"
If these Inhuman Atrocity Regime did not want to die, they would finally leave my U.S. soil that suffers so inhumanely under their increasingly-bloodstained persecution and war crimes and that they rendered this beyond-dangerous battlefield themselves.
Now, my darling Bogart, my best guess of where you are right now is New York City. Make sure you tell me everything our world of (news and more) media needs to deliver the full and REAL truth of everything everywhere to the entirety of the world, especially to the entirety of America.
But we all know none of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime can claim the do not know better if they are in my face 24/7 lying their fat, ugly (expletive)es off trying to find a way to get away with all of this and never have to be held accountable for it.
I love you. Thank you. Call me more often.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, our quixotic is getting contagious.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, thank you all for taking such good care of my present 1/2 of my darlings Q.I.T. for me on Friday night, 08Jul2016.
Malika(sp?) and Yamena(sp?) always loved me. I am why they first chose to show up on our sacred Promenade already years ago. I remember the first time I saw them singing and dancing in the cement I pounded nightly myself; I was still homeless back then. I believe the first thing I ever commented on was their age-appropriate clothing.
They have become age-appropriate fashionistas since, but we all know what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will do to degrade them and destroy them with those terms the IAR force on everyone that are also PROVEN war crimes.
For me, tell them both to scream at anyone who touches them whom they do not want to touch them. Please. For me. And, thank you, darling.
When she told me on behalf of both of them how much they are in love with both of you, and probably all of you if they could get as much time with GeneralLee as they get with you two, she was worried I would I be unhappy with them both because of it, but I was completely honest. I told her, "That's not strange. I feel the same way too."
That is how I have always felt about our first Canadian girlfriend, too, my darling Ms. Amber Heard, "Of course, she is in love with my husband. He is Johnny (Expletive)ing Depp. I know how that feels." That is how I felt about our darling Elisabeth. I know what it feels like to be in love.
Darling, you know my only criticism I gave you concerning my darlings Q.I.T. was telling you they might be age-inappropriate friends for you, and I know they are like little sisters to you all despite their being so in love with both of you. I have a sort reverse of that myself with my darling Orwell1984.
As for my insisting that you and MannedUp call both of them the morning after I ordered my epic churn and possibly my even my irresistible saturation to descend on our sacred Promenade to evacuate her with both of you, that is also what we full grown adults do after a date. We are that old. You are the gentleman who calls the lady the next morning. We know that about ourselves.
Just like my (There is no pretending that was not me.) telling my darling Malika(sp?), "Are they bothering you?" when the WELL-DOCUMENTED compulsive torture-and-rape-assassins surrounded her, we all have a woman code, too, behind my being protective of everyone. Yes, I have both the woman code and my well-documented protective instincts as a mother figure with just about all women, especially my priceless little sister Tylia.
So, I also did my best to make our darlings Q.I.T.'s romantic dreams concerning both of you come true, too. I never asked you to, but you never disappoint either. I know you and our darling MannedUp were knights in shining armor for her Friday night. You all were.
Our quixotic is getting contagious. Thank you both for calling them both the next morning. I love you.
As for Saturday night, 09Jul2016, you actually are crazy if you think I would ever let ANYONE treat me like that. You are taking the three never-fail steps; you have no choice. And you will NEVER do that again. Do not argue with me; you have no choice. Do not come back to me EVER if you are going to do that to me EVER again. I would rather just tell you goodbye. I have a lot of other options!
9:07pm on 09Jul2016: @hansonmusic @KristNovoselic Go. Go home. NEVER agree to anything ever again that will make behave like that. You have to stay alive for me. I know you were refusing to leave me behind again after I evacuated you.
9:08pm on 09Jul2016: @hansonmusic @INXS @KristNovoselic Our experts are already building a place to take me when we evacuate me. There is no place for me to go until it is built. We need to better secure me where I am until there finally is somewhere for me to go. That includes YOU NEED TO NEVER TREAT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN. Think about these things before you do them, okay? How did that help keep me safe or alive?
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, if the PROVEN psychopathically-lying Inhuman Atrocity Regime EVER cared about me for REAL, they would get the (expletive) out of my town and leave me the (expletive) alone already. They would give me all of my loved ones unfettered. They would stop lying about me and about any of us. They would stop warring against my wartorn America. And they would surrender to their REAL fate of REAL local to international justice. (And we sane people in touch with reality all know the difference between fate and destiny.)
HoneyHoney, it is an understatement that I know what it is best, especially for myself. No sane person anywhere on our one entire planet anywhere argues with me about anything. And you know I am always asking for more information and more communication and more honest opinions and insights to help me make any and all decisions our one world needs to me to make.
Beloved, I have no idea how our world is functioning right now while I cannot get any REAL news. Every Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)hole who thinks they have a self-entitlement to tell me what to do to be able to destroy my nation and to destroy my world by destroying me needs to be removed from the truly laboring face of our one world finally and forever.
My hero and my king, as for my sleeping and eating... With our darling PrincessFuFu taking over for you making sure our global armed forces can work together, you can concentrate on keeping me physically safe as I sleep and finding me safe food to eat for the first time in months.
My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, you need to figure out a way to put our own as permanent guards on me while I sleep. You have the full surveillance of my building. Make sure you have secured communication with my irresistible saturation. We need to guard me permanently all night and all day every moment I am in that building without my complete transparency giving away any of our orders nor blowing any of our saturation's covers.
Also, Mí Rey Dulce, if they can get food in, we can get food in. We also NEVER maintain any façade. Send our own to sneak me safe food, safe snacks, petty cash, safe caffeine, and any gifts you feel like giving me. Remind our Metropolis of Angels to monitor our municipal water supply.
Gorgeous, I have everything else under control in here. Until your flowers kiss my rain...