Saturday, July 30, 2016

War Doctor Ulysses is on the Job.

Title: War Doctor Ulysses is on the Job.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. My not doing my REAL has NEVER been an option for humanity. And this will just keep getting more fun from here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I will see you soon enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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