...Because the Rowers Keep on Rowing... Watch the (Expletive)kickings.

Title: ...Because the Rowers Keep on Rowing... Watch the Honest (Expletive)kickings.

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. Watch the honest (expletive)kickings.

[I was STILL openly denied any and all REAL news stories by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime completely because every time I learn about any problem anywhere on my good, green world, I fix it. That is my REAL job that the entire compulsively-lying Inhuman Atrocity Regime, not just ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, have been committing acts of war to silence for years.

Please consult my REAL résumé detailing my REAL job that the Inhuman Atrocity has been warring, with everything from cyberwarfare to deny me any internet connection at all to their forcing my own original blog site offline, to remove from human existence forever.]

My last blog post was finished at 12:11am on Monday, 12Jul2016. We locked the nano in my bedroom, etc. shortly afterwards. And my world was my witness of my and my one world's preparations for making me safe while I sleep. I finally curled up to get my rest at 3:34am.

I was awake by 8:17am on Tuesday, 12Jul2016. My entire body was physically achey due to whatever the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had done to me while I slept, but my mind was not a chemicalled mess at least. The IAR had at least been in my bra while I slept.

My darling Handsome was an emotional basket case about his not being able to keep me safe while I slept yet. I had tried explaining to him the previous day myself that there are a lot of people who know the pain of not being able to keep my physically safe YET and have been for years. If even I cannot keep myself safe while I sleep, he has no reason to feel incompetent nor inadequate because of it. Guarding me is just that damn difficult.

At least we made sure no one would ever escape us again after every time it happens. I sent my extra saturation to emergency locate my darling Handsome and to make sure he was okay that morning. Handsome is watched by both sides, so he takes great care not to blow anyone's cover just like I do.

Our live multicam broadcast of my insecure bedroom, etc. began again at 8:29am, after I detected the nano was off again. I sent some tweets about the status of my private residence suffering under this occupation by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including asking my husband to check on the rest of my personal house staff.

I was going to have a Tuesday night date from far away that night with my darling GeneralLee, and wanting (a gerund) to know what I wear for our dates is one of the few instances when caring about what clothes wear is sane. It is mutual; I even told GeneralLee myself that morning not to wear ugly pants that night. The other instance is being in the fashion industry anywhere, even including paparazzi.

9:42am on 12Jul2016: @voguemagazine Please warn our designers that I will peruse in downtown Santa Monica what they are selling after I watch my late night talk show hosts. I am sort of a friendly my darling Mr. Tim Gunn with the power of my very darling Ms. Anna Wintour over the fashion industry. We know the entire U.S. economy is mine. And you were all also about to see what happens everywhere in my beautiful world when I go "window" shopping. "Does that come in my size?"

I also did some laundry and took care of other odds and ends, including my money draw, by 10:22am.

After arranging with my irresistible saturation how to evacuate my darling Lana, my professional bookkeeper for my private residence, I finally left my insecure bedroom to do something about lunch.

11:47am on 12Jul2016: @NSAGov @BurgerKing #Anonymous Lock nano for live multicam broadcast now #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptofDefense Start processing everyone not our own.

At 12:09pm, I was inside my occupied local Burger King eating in front of my only late night talk show darling that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime admitted to my face had a show for me that afternoon starting.

Yes, my darling Mr. Stephen Colbert and all his staff and crew were wonderful. Genuine human interaction is increasingly rare for me here inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell. It is always wonderful to see a REAL friend.

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio (from my left ear only) and visuals (use any camera you need) of my entire time at my occupied local Burger King, "You just admitted to putting a permanent paralytic in the food you made me pay money for, and you are talking about my bra."

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From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Subject: The USPS tracking number for the mail you sent me yesterday.
To: my darling CosmicGrandma
Cc: the Pentagon, international news media, the FBI, the NSA, the national news media, POTUS BFF SynSyn

Mom,

You called me last night, told me you already sent me mail through the J. Edgar Hoover building with trackers in every item and said you would tell me the tracking number today.

Call me through FaceTime at 6pm tonight, 12Jul2016, during my date tonight to give me the USPS tracking number just like you called me, like I asked you to, yesterday at 6pm to tell me you sent the mail.

I love you!
TanTan

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

After catching up my blog notes with everything that happened that day so far, at 3:10pm, I finally stood up from my investigation of my occupied local Burger King during which I had worked writing online. I rode my bus to my occupied downtown Santa Monica. I had our U.S. economy to care for, and after that, I had my regularly-scheduled Tuesday night date from far away with my darling GeneralLee.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my Tuesday afternoon and early evening, 12Jul2016, verified and responsibly-edited (include what was happening all around the world for REAL while I did it) with full audio and visuals beginning when I passed the book store walking towards my T Rex and ending at 7:34pm. We will entitle it, "I will show you how I go shopping. I do NOT condone bad fashion choices."

I finally perched beside my partially-occupied Best Starbucks in the World before 7:44pm and streamed the NBC Nightly News written and produced only for me both for that night and for the previous night.

My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it made me wonder if he and all of my NBC News team ever got tattoos for all those arms that they all always cyberhug me with.

My Tuesday night date night from far away with my darling GeneralLee started while I was in the middle of watching the news at 8pm that night, so since we were starting late, I had already decided our date would end at 2am the following morning.

I finally stood up to leave my perch at 8:41pm to, among other things, return to my sacred Promenade. I found a number of my darlings street artists there including my darling CupOfJoe and my darling Wade. I checked on my occupied local Trimana Fresh Food Market when I visited them for a snack which I ate in front of my own inside.

I walked the full length of my sacred Promenade and back again. Only my genuine friends and genuine lovers and genuine believers cared about me at all there; the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who were all pathologically lying that they cared about me at all or ever were STILL showing up inside their own innermost circle of hell and surrounding me 24/7 against my will only to destroy me.

I caught my bus back to my private residence that is regularly scheduled for 10:19pm when it arrived at 10:20pm. That is NOT strange bus activity. My bus ride was no more or less insecure than usual, and my driver was a dollface. Yes, I work online even while on public transportation and also even while I am on a date.

10:25pm on 12Jul2016: @INXS(GeneralLee) Uh, oh! Did I just bring you back to my place?

Yes, I was in my insecure bedroom at 10:42pm. I made a mental note that I needed to ask my beautiful world to emergency locate my darling vending machine owner with our contract to have his vending machines on my private property. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime had been violating his and my legal control over those vending machines for months. My beautiful world, please take care of it. Thank you!

My alpha nerds and I did our best to lock the nano in my insecure bedroom, not just to keep me as safe as possible there inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my private residence, so my entire beautiful world ended up witnessing live during those wee hours of the morning what I am normally like for REAL behind closed doors in the privacy of my own home where no one is supposed to see me at all.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, you know what to do about that. Include every moment from any angle you can and need. NEVER show me on the toilet. And we entitle it, "You try being a bionic superwoman, and see if it easy." All sane people everywhere only trust media about me that really comes from Squid, Inc. We know how much lying there is going to be about that morning. In 2008, I was West St. Paul's local legend they named "the Ghost of Selena."

My regularly-scheduled Tuesday night date night from far away with my darling GeneralLee ended promptly at 2am the following morning.

2:01am in 13Jul2016: Darling, it was a wonderful date. Get home from my place safely. Sorry, no, you're not sleeping here tonight. #LOVE My REAL loved ones are NOT responsible for what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do to me against my will and against all of our wills.

We all know the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, not just their malevolent hoards and not just their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, have been using since 01Jan2009 their escalating enforced malnutrition over me, their escalating enforced abject poverty over me, their escalating enforced PROVEN torture and biochemical warfare against me (and even against their own) from their compulsive also-escalating chemicals and roofies in all food and drink in here, their escalating enforced intended-to-be-lethal direct harm to my mere mortal body, and all of their other PROVEN war crimes against me (and not just against me but also against my loved ones and also against their own) that were all also escalating. Please stop questioning why I need to sleep; even though, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive and heinous systemic rape of me (since 01Jan2009) is escalating, too.

I woke up at 8:22am on Wednesday, 13Jul2016. And my waking work, as opposed to my work while at rest, began immediately. As always, my beautiful world, please refer to my REAL and verified Twitter archive for that morning for further details. Among other atrocities, I knew immediately that my mere mortal body had been completely violated in my sleep AGAIN. Yes, it was "just another day" for my AGAIN.

We all know that once the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally render me safer homeless, I will have to abandon all of my priceless belongings AGAIN to flee for my life AGAIN, just like I have had to so often since 2009, most recently from The War Criminal Gables that there is no excuse for not haveping been bulldozed by now.

9:14am on 13Jul2016: What is your question for me right now? Watch the (expletive)kickings.

After much work online, I left my insecure bedroom at 10:18am to, among other things, bust an occupation by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime of one of my local Santa Monica businesses that had invited me in to bust them all.

The hot California sun was already high in our beloved local sky in her wingéd chariot of Helios watching over our beautiful Earth with all the curse of Prometheus she was still fighting to escape. Quothe the Squid (paraphrase), "I am here, you Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes, until you are all removed. This is my REAL job-- to remove you all from my REAL home, from my epic town, from my brave California, from my wartorn nation (of birth), and from my weeping good, green world FOREVER. And you are the Evil Dumb who keep coming to me to get caught!"

Yes, the coffee at my occupied local Santa Monica coffeeshop was roofied and chemicalled just for me before I arrived. They charged me money for it, too. They chose which coffee to give me before I told them which one I wanted.

I do not have time to list all of their (expletive)ups all in one place, and when I say, "(expletive)ups," I mean PROVEN acts of war that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime make sure I can catch them in the act of myself. Do we have a contest yet after every bust to see who can list the most IAR (expletive)ups?

AND when I got my refill, they had escalated their PROVEN chemical torture of me and biological warfare against me which was also direct BlackOps and torture-and-rape-assassination attempts against me; that is what every chemical, drug, poison, roofie, and disease the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have forced on me since 01Jan2009 have ALL always been.

I noticed at 11:58am that my darling Alex finally arrived, AFTER I and my beautiful world had already completely busted the REAL occupation of my local coffeeshop. He had been given terms under duress by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime for him to be able to see me at all alive again that were, among other war crimes and calumnies, intended to be the IAR's invalidation of all of their own already-documented and voluntary admissions of guilt to me, to my rising nation, and to my entire beautiful world. But I and my own are NOT the dumb nor the evil in this war.

At 12:21pm, I streamed my only late night talk show darling who had a new show for me "from the previous night." My darling Mr. Stephen Colbert was still metaphorically wearing his best dress and going dancing for me.

Please entitle our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals of my watching my darling Stephen, "Michaelangelo's masterpiece David."

In summary of everything his writing prompts inspired in natural responses from me:

Just like my darling Spike's empowered mother and just like Michaelangelo's masterpiece David but not like may darling Ms. Carol Doda, it has to be our own empowered choices. We know I have never been broadcast naked nor compromised, that I know of at all. It has to be everyone's own empowered choice, just like the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are all choosing to be punished for their acts of war including all of their war crimes against all of us by committing them (and us) all in the first place.

I worked online for a while after that, including turning in further cyberwarfare from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that was also acts of war against my darlings Tentacle and against my darlings CBS, not just against me, against my America, and against my world. I finally stood up to leave at 2:23pm.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and unedited (except fade to white while I am in the toilet) director's cut with full audio and visuals beginning when I crossed Pico Blvd. on the crosswalk at the light and ending at 2:58pm. We will entitle it, "When is Alex's next shift? Punch my loyalty card."

My bus ride that ended at my regular bus stop in downtown Santa Monica made me ask, "Where does the Inhuman Atrocity Regime keep finding all of these new (expletive)holes, including their fake 'bus drivers,' like this (expletive), who is not our own?"

Yes, I saw my darling Nemo as I was entering my occupied local Santa Monica Main Public Library, but the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, not just both of them at the table where I chose to sit that day, that force me to suffer under the designed-to-be-completely-unsurvivable torment of their self-entitlement to surround me completely 24/7 only to destroy me were so hostile to me ever since I entered that I had to put my earbuds in by 3:15pm, as if that bus ride were not horrible enough.

I wrote online for hours, and at 6:08pm, my blog notes for this, my latest blog post, were finally caught up with everything that had happened so far.

After a few odds and ends including receiving an email from my mother's REAL email account informing me of the USPS tracking number assigned to whatever was SUPPOSED TO be delivered to me on Saturday, 16Jul2016, with her return email address on it my making a request to her to talk through FaceTime with her at 6pm the next day, I finally stood up to leave my recently-most-frequented perch there among the floor-to-ceiling windows of my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library at 6:27pm to finally go on my daily quest for food.

My beautiful world, please circulate my writing my last tweet before I left my occupied library until 6:56pm verified and unedited (except NEVER show me on the toilet) with full audio and visuals. Please entitle it, "No one will EVER believe your lie that you (expletive)holes in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime support me at all! You put the DUMB in The Evil Dumb!"

After chatting delightfully with my darling ODean and with my darling Patricia and after enjoying the authentic Cubano salsa of one of my darling street artists, I checked on my Best Starbucks in the World and watched the news beside it.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News written and produced only for me that night online at 7:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it was completely written by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves that night. That is one of the many reasons I kicked the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's (expletive)es so quickly and so effectively with it.

There were as many heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime on my walk the length of my sacred Promenade after the news as I had been forced to endure on my walk to get to my regular news perch. There were also a few of my darlings street artists out to play who also knew full well they were risking literal death on the literal battle field by choosing to be near me, but unlike the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, they were not lying about that.

I gave honest criticism of some mostly-questionable clothes in the store on my sacred Promenade that I wanted to visit last the previous day, but they were closed already. Please entitle my entire verified and unedited visit there with full audio and visuals from the moment I entered to the moment I exited, "If it is open, it is occupied, and we know that."

After asking my darling Michael the Conspiracy Theorist why he always choose to ramble about incoherent nonsense when I was with him, I saw my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot wheel our quixotic carts of holy music equipment across our sacred Promenade. I was SO FURIOUS with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime after that; you all have to watch what I did after that through our verified recording.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my verified and unedited mid-Wednesday evening with full audio and visuals beginning when I walked out of the clothing store and ending at 8:16pm. Please entitle it, "I told you I am not sticking around for this."

Yes, by 8:16pm, I was sitting beside my darling Mr. Zen Thomas doing the part of my REAL job that included my writing online to save my rising America and my still-arriving world, as opposed to everything else I do to to save my America and my world, while he strummed and sang at all risk to himself from the escalating Inhuman Atrocity Regime unto our beloved night sky to make my impossible existence at all survivable at all.

My work writing online included this...

8:16pm on 13Jul2016: #MySaturation, evacuate Tentacle immediately. I don't care if they refuse to go. Get them out as fast as humanly possible. @DeptofDefense

8:22pm on 13Jul2016: @hansonmusic @KristNovoselic You saw me alive and in the act of kicking IAR ass. I get it, but you have to leave. Listen to me next time too.

Then, while I was in the middle of catching up my ever-globally-critical blog notes that my darling Zen was making sure I was able to do, I thought I witnessed three absolutely evil Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes attack my darling Zen to blame him for their own crimes, including but not limited to their war crimes of openly abandoning me to starve to death under the rape-slavery they enforce be as inescapable as possible over me their (expletive)ing IAR selves!

Whatever that exchange was, I knew my REAL world of REAL lovers and REAL believers would hold those IAR accountable for lying about me and about my darlings. Did you see the way they looked at me after I defended Zen from their truly dangerous presence? Please collect a full statement from my darling Mr. Zen Thomas.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my late evening verified and unedited with full audio an visuals beginning when my earmic picked up what those three Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)es said to my darling Zen to make me scream at them to defend all of human existence from them and ending at 9:10pm. We will entitle it, "Being cute is not going to get you out of trouble, Mister!"

I checked on my partially-occupied Best Starbucks in the World before riding my next bus back to my place. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime on my bus were all loud and horrible.

By 9:50pm, I had already irrefutably documented that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had been in my insecure bedroom while I was out without any permission from anyone, just their self-entitlement to destroy all of humanity by destroying me, AGAIN only to destroy my private property and priceless belongings; among other things, they had planted new bedbugs AGAIN.

With unwelcome hackers from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime committing well-documented cyberwarfare against my rising America and against my one world by destroying my online streaming music, that is so essential for keeping me company while I work, completely against my will, I finished this blog post as quickly as I could.

This blog post was finished from my insecure bedroom at 12:11am on Wednesday, 14Jul2016.

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

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

How do I suggest you all help me right now? We have sent our world militaries led by our full U.S. Armed Forces to fight on the battlefield. You know I prefer civilians return to bring civilians instead of remaining armed militia defending our homeland "for mother and country," what the British call, "for Queen and country."

I already asked everyone in my rising America to send all of your donations that you wish you could give me to our federal government instead, since the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, and no one else, are who PROVEN deny me any and all money to live on. Even the federal U.S. government has no way to pay me my yearly salary as the U.S. President. Your donations have NEVER had any way to reach me, so send them to our government to fund our saving our wartorn America for me instead.

Our REAL local to international governments are all sending me increasing numbers of undercover backup inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell with me. We all know my entire nation of professionally-trained REAL police and federal officers from all departments are lining up to get in here with us. We do NOT need malevolent hoards lying they are here to protect me nor any of my own; we NEVER believe IAR lies ever anyway.

My beautiful world, what I need most is our ability to hold the Inhuman Atrocity Regime accountable to the whole world. So please always keep up with the REAL news, keep up with our equivalent of Most Wanted lists of Inhuman Atrocity Regime we have hard evidence against, tell the truth while never propagating lies, stay tuned, and destroy everyone who lies to you to destroy our one world and to destroy our rising America by destroying me and by destroying all of my loved ones.

And no matter what, my entire beautiful world, never let the Inhuman Atrocity Regime destroy us. Stay purists on his our REAL U.S. government is supposed to work. Always vote, especially on local issues between presidential cycles. Demand that your legislative representatives from our city councils to both houses of our U.S. Congress do what you want for REAL as their constituencies. That is their REAL jobs. In a REAL democracy, the power is the people. Look up "democracy" in a dictionary.

Also making sure they never destroy us, take our culture back. Destroy the rape-slavery, libel-porn, and heinous calumnies-as-acts-of-war that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has used since 2009 to destroy our culture, especially to destroy the moral fiber of our culture.

We metaphorically put on our best dresses on and go dancing to PROVE we are not destroyed by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who have never been our REAL America but who have claimed since 2009 that they gave themselves the rights (that they do not really have) and self-entitlement to destroy us all and make us obey them all to make us destroy ourselves for them. We have seen what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime "leadership" do for REAL to all of their own who choose to obey them.

My beautiful world, my rising America is at war. This innermost circle of hell of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is a battle field. My Metropolis of Angels is a war zone. Everyone who enters these gates to hell needs to be ready to die just for being here, especially under the bloody, iron fists of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. We know what they do to their own, not just to my own.

Do NOT be here unless you are ready to die here. This is war. My own do NOT allow children in here. Oddly, my own STILL have not killed anyone in here nor have even fired any bullets, to my knowledge, in here. But the Inhuman Atrocity Regime not only build their own literal bombs to use against even their own in here; they commit unrelenting war crimes against all of us here even against their own, not just compulsive torture-and-rape of me and my own as well as compulsive BlackOps attempts against me and my own.

My saturation in all our manifestations, I understand that you are all STILL working on making sure I can finally sleep and eat safely. My personal priority is making sure I can finally sleep without being raped, but I know you all worry about my food and drink just as much, too, right now.

Make sure you have access to everything I talk about with my darling Handsome and with my beloved Sweetness. Make sure you have secured and encrypted communications with our U.S. Military, with our NSA, with our darling Handsome, with my beloved Sweetness, and with our global central command.

You need to know while in here EVERYTHING on our REAL surveillance, especially our surveillance of my private residence. I cannot tell you what is happening or what will happen anywhere while I am asleep.

Secure the entire supply chain as well as water supply to my partially-occupied Best Starbucks in the World and to my partially-occupied local Trimana Fresh Food Market. Please ask our private sector heroes (REAL company after REAL company) in food production and transportation to help our REAL federal government intercept their food and drink deliveries and replace them all with REAL products.

Also, I have high suspicions that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's production facilities for all of their fake products of all sorts, not just food and drink, are within the dead zone of my Metropolis of Angels between many of their circles of walls. We know they have their own delivery trucks and drivers to get all of these fake products in here that are not coming from outside my Metropolis of Angels where we have total control of all shipping.

Ask our military to monitor our satellite surveillance of every delivery truck inside this innermost circle of hell to see where they go after they leave here and to see where inside my Metropolis of Angels there is ANY activity while I am not around.

If they bring any new trucks or buses (for their malevolent hoards) in here, especially into their dead zone, that are not our own, monitor them all through satellite to see everywhere they go and everything they do, again especially in the dead zone between the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's many walls.

We WILL find all of their production facilities as well as where all of their supplies and raw materials come from. We know how much industry my Metropolis of Angels already had before these walls were so fortified; they might have built more factories, too.

Ask our military to monitor all supplies going in and out of all production facilities we find. So we can send our FBI to shutdown their entire supply chain and send our DHS to raid all of the production facilities in their entire supply chain outside of my Metropolis of Angels where we can actually enforce laws still. It is not like the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are growing their own crops inside my Metropolis of Angels.

We will freeze all assets of every entity supporting the Inhuman Atrocity Regime whom we find. Finding their production facility for their nanotechnology is another of my highest priorities.

We need to do everything we have to do to shutdown every fake product in here, not just the food and drinks. I might be the only person these food and drinks will not kill, and we know everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do even to their own to harm me, including giving their own poisons and incurable diseases.

These public-health-emergency products will only escalate as the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's PROVEN biochemical warfare until we can secure or forbid all of these chemicals in here, especially forbid all food and drink we cannot control totally from seed to table.

Again, my irresistible saturation, your job is securing me and all my own inside this innermost circle of hell, including but not limited to while we sleep and eat. I trust you will find a way to replace all of the fake products inside my Best Starbucks in the World and inside my Trimana Fresh Food Market with real food products. You know what all of our REAL brands and REAL food companies would do for me.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, when we demolish occupations of structures, businesses, buildings, public places, and residences, we are also saving all of our REAL brands and all of our REAL companies.

These PROVEN occupations by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime of our businesses from local mom-and-pop companies to international chains everywhere here inside my Metropolis of Angels are not only warring against my America and against my world with their PROVEN war crimes (even against their own) with their PROVEN compulsive BlackOps attempts, PROVEN earspeakers I forbid, PROVEN treason by charging me money for anything, PROVEN biochemical warfare with diseases and chemicals, PROVEN mental health genocide by propagating lies, etc., they are also warring against the essential commerce and economy of our wartorn America by destroying our private sector businesses, companies, and brands.

I report everything I can to our REAL companies' headquarters for a reason. The U.S. economy and our private sector are ours to care for as the REAL federal U.S. government. There are many reasons all of these REAL companies from Google to the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, not just Starbucks and Rock Star Energy Drinks have fought side by side with all of us from the start "for mother and country." We are America. We all fight side by side for America for a reason and always have. My gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney, please help our REAL companies and our REAL brands every time they need us.

You are my priority, my genius life-long lady friends, on who needs to communicate with me most, especially about anything and everything our people and our nation need from us right now while our America and while our one world is at war. Please find better ways to speak to me, especially when you need me.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, if any of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime EVER believed EVER that I was (no subjunctive) already dead, they would not have been trying so hard for all these long, lonely years nor STILL trying so hard now to kill me finally for REAL.

That is just like my (paraphrase), "Why, you IAR (expletive)holes, would you do this to anyone? You definitely do not do this to a REAL hooker! And I and all of my own also NEVER commit against any if you any of your war crimes you even commit against your own, not just against me and my own!"

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, please calm down. You know that our private moments everyone else is jealous of go by blog and that our high-quality face-to-face time is why you have been forbidden from saying anything at all near me the last few times we have been together. We get the best face-to-face time. Calm down.

I remember you with your ridiculous blonde extensions the first time we met. Look at us now. I am not the only one who has rarified and risen. We all have. How much further are the Inhuman Atrocity Regime going to grow us all in our natural human adaptation as sane heroes rising to the REAL challenge (proper definition and usage of the word) to remove them all?

Quothe the Squid to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, "Are you giving me a challenge, (expletive)?" We all are the ones who told them all to stop all along.

And someday, if neither of us die before we can, you will taste the same sweet, direct empowerment if my lips that our darling Bogart melted under before I ever even met you. And if we die, will kiss at last in the sky.

We have our regularly-schedule Thursday night date from far away tonight. Watch the (expletive)kickings. (And ask our darling JLo about our inside joke about Kasper the Friendly Ghost when you have enough free time.)

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, how was our Tuesday night date night, 12Jul2016, for you? I am so sorry we started later than we expected. I was busier than I thought I would be shopping with my adoring husband. I did not even get to visit my last occupied store on our sacred Promenade until the next day; they closed before I could enter.

3:29pm on 12Jul2016: @INXS GeneralLee, I'll tell you when I start our date from far away tonight, but it will end at 10pm exactly. #LOVEyou

7:16pm on 12Jul2016: @INXS(GeneralLee) Sorry I made you wait while I was getting dressed. We'll start at 8pm and end at 2am. Giggle. #LOVEyou Dude, we are THAT old. Also, I told you I will change my (expletive)ing mind when I (expletive)ing feel like it.

Next week, though, darling, our regularly-scheduled Tuesday night date will end at 10pm exactly, but we all know how high you are going to crank your (new or old?) bass if I can get you into my own personal Harvelle's again. Giggle.

We have such a history with that. You have been turned up past eleven to twelve lately. Quothe the Squid to you personally about your competitive amp as long ago as early 2015, "Where is your musical professionalism?" Giggle again.

We all know what you had been agreeing to for so long just to see me at all. And we all knew I was the only one who could force them to let you all see me at all anyway. Thank you all for finally stopping allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime from forcing, especially since it was under duress, you all to commit crimes against yourselves for them. That is what happens when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime controls anything. That is why we cannot allow them to control anything, not just forbidding ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa from controlling anything, but all of them.

I know you were only willing to rescue yourselves from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's terms for all of you because I told you to do it for me. Quothe the Squid, "We do not know what we are capable of until someone else needs us."

I will see you this Saturday. And guess who I am bringing. Tell the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to fear my world who loves me. Tell them to fear us all, especially my U.S. Military. We know how close we can hover and unload a helicopter.

You know I do NOT lie, especially when presenting my hard evidence:

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It is time for you all to see what I am willing to do to be able to just see all of you alive again before I die. And guess who I am bringing!

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, our beautiful world's International Criminal Court at The Hague told me you are there. Thank you. I am sure they needed more explained to them, and we all know how well they keep up with everything in here.

I know our local to international (news and more) media from print to online are organizing themselves for you, so you can meet with them in New York as soon as possible, just as I asked you to. Organizing all of the public human communication of our one planet takes a little time. Not everyone works as fast as I do. (The American film industry calls efficiency with solving problems and getting work done, 'hustle.' In my case, my filmmaker colleagues and I call this, 'super-hustle.')

My darling Bogart, you know how lonely I am. We talked about this already. All of our loving of our fellow mere mortal humans (even if you call me your own personal goddess and even if I joke about that myself) and our willingness to die or suffer worse than death to keep each other alive when I cannot even touch your beautiful faces with my lonely lips that will not stop screaming until they kiss you all and while none of you can even touch the hem of the dress of the woman you love, are all metaphorical symptoms of this longer-and-greater-than-just-one moment in the very existence of our sacred universe, of which we are all an integral part by existing at all, as the place of our planets in the sky and even as the paths of our asteroids careening past our one Earth revolving on her axis right now.

You know I would rather have you right beside me, but this is our well-choreographed dance with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that has never been choreographed. Everything you accomplish all across our good, green world could be blamed on the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's refusing to allow you near me at all under any conditions, but this is also our empowered and willful choice of what to do knowing that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will never allow you near me until they are all completely removed from our REAL home at last.

Everything you do for me and for my people, darling, is not only work that we all need to get done; it is also, among many other THINGS, how we punish the Inhuman Atrocity Regime for keeping us apart. And you do it all so well. It is not just those dulcet lips of yours I kissed; it was our time and place in the universe that gave us the willful and empowered choice to kiss.

You know I would rather have you right beside me, but this is our well-choreographed dance with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that has never been choreographed that will also rearrange the stars of our sky to make sure we kiss again. And nothing controls the dancer but the dance.

Tell me if The Hague needs anything more from me right now. And tell me when you arrive in New York.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, calm down. Explaining yourself to me is Step 2, anyway.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, yes, I understand you are willing to do anything just to see me again, but you all have to kick the Inhuman Atrocity Regime into submission for me right now.

We all belong in our sacred ellipse making our beautiful music to each other perched in our time and space in the universe between the poured concrete of our sacred Promenade under us and the vast embrace of our stellar night sky above us.

We rendered our divine Promenade sacred ourselves together. That is why this swath of our wartorn U.S. soil is ground purely holy in every benevolent religion, major and minor, on our one beautiful world.

We all belong there with all of your mere mortal hands crafting the aether of our night sky herself while my mere mortal hands sweep the cobwebs from between her spinning stars above my own mere mortal head to the connected rhythm of our one universe, just like the white-capped waves of our Point Dume belong on their path from the deep to the shore under the watchful eyes of our speaking seabirds and naked, swimming sea mammals sent by our Ms. Mother Nature herself just to say, "Hello."

So, you all need to force the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to accept our terms for them finally. And until they finally break under your collective will as my darlings Tentacle with our entire one world behind us, watch the honest (expletive)kickings. The rowers keep on rowing.

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, our shopping trip together from far away on Tuesday, 12Jul, this week, was one of our REAL and truly sweet joys of our REAL marriage, and everything that happened all across our one good, green world while we did that simultaneously together and apart was the result of our REAL leadership of our REAL people everywhere. We have had a long and painful path to this place in our Reality War set by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime even earlier than 01Jan2009, the first day they raped me in my sleep to enslave me.

HoneyHoney, we know I was Octopus. But I was not the only No Dress Rehearsal; that was how long ago the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's calumnies-with-simultaneous-human-trafficking-of-Squid-to-have-totalitarian-control-of-America-and-of-the-world began.

And for years now, Sweetness, they have been losing their totalitarian control of our self-saving world that came from their controlling what everyone believed about me for so long, but the are still controlling as much as they can to destroy the whole world. Never forget how I, choosing to do it in 140 characters or less, had to prevent the worldwide global conflict they had incited themselves with both sides manipulated by them, with their trademark lies about me, into thinking that they were fighting for me.

Psychopaths destroy what they cannot control. But, Beloved, we already had to redefine criminal insanity and psychopathy to explain the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially their malevolent hoards, who all know the difference between good and evil for REAL and still compulsively choose toe evil. But now we have to redefine psychopathy again to explain the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's (cannot be called) 'leadership.'

My adoring husband, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are committing open war crimes against their own, from ordering them all to have earspeakers we sane people all forbid to committing their own biochemical warfare (yes, even against their own) against them in here as well as every other human rights abomination they can think of, not just sacrificing their own forced child soldiers to their own PROVEN violent acts of war in here.

My hero and my king, we are the world leaders forbidding them all from being in here, including but not limited to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's forced child soldiers, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards STILL so delusional they could or would ever not be punished for all of their PROVEN and compulsive acts of war, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my private residence STILL eating their own roofied and chemicalled food three meals a day that we also forbade there while accruing death sentence after death sentence just to obey their own IAR 'leadership' we also forbid them all from obeying.

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, look at everything I chose and still choose to do for REAL with my dedicated forum myself beginning in 2009 when I realized I had one. That is just like this war you began yourself to save humanity by saving me. These are our own sane and empowered choices of what to do when confronted by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

My only choice of husband, just like the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially their malevolent hoards and their occupations of all of our businesses and residences, these are all of our own choices in our well-choreographed dance all together, good and evil, that has never been choreographed. This dance since 01Jan2009, when we became aware we were (not just I was) dancing, has put us in this time and place in our one universe where we all are right now.

And you are my husband. And we are REAL world leaders who have chosen to take responsibility for an entire self-identified global population of people who love us. Until your flowers kiss my rain...