What is it this Time?

What lies did they come up with to attack me with this time? Have you ever noticed how much they lie? Why does anyone trust them when they say anything?

Do you remember May 2009? Do you remember when I asked a doctor in Minnesota what everyone was keeping from me and instead of answering me he stuck me in a hospital and tortured me? He stuck me in Fairview hospital in Minneapolis, MN, filled me with spy equipment, and sent me a hospital bill for it afterwards. When is justice going to hit Minnesota? I refuse to pay medical bills when it is for torture and malpractice.

The hunger strike started last night at midnight. I will not eat until I have my full human rights. Expect me to get a bit cranky. I am warning you all now.

If you were truly worried about the 'radicalization of American Muslims,' you would stop attacking them and singling them out. If you make America a country for Muslims to love instead of fear, they will not attack the rest of us. Instead, you have seemed to have started a witch hunt. You are creating a problem... You are not finding or fixing one.

North Africa and the Middle East are still in revolution. Keep fighting the good fight. Stay as peaceful as you can. You will win this. Stay united and organized, and continue to refuse to comply.

Sweetness, I spent another night dreaming of you. I cannot wait for my dreams to come true.

Let the Good Times Roll!

Let the Good times roll! It is Fat Tuesday. How are you my beautiful New Orleans? Everyone must be celebrating; there was a run on the Zatarains™ at the grocery store this weekend. I hope you are all having one hell of a good time.

I am still set to start a hunger strike (until full human rights) tomorrow at noon providing, of course, that divine intervention does not rescue me first. I would rather disappear into the blue to have my spy equipment removed and drift about paradise with my husband for a few months, but if I need to hunger strike first, I am ready to do so.

My dad is in Orlando, Florida right now. He rented a car to drive down there, and he will not be back for another week. Does anyone mind hunting him down and knocking some sense into his head? He refuses to respect me even as a human in this world least of all acknowledge the gravity of who I am. It is entirely possible he just does not know. He could be having a break with reality. Please find him in Orlando and knock him sensible.

My father is a criminal. He perjured himself in order to gain adult guardianship over me. I was not an Iowa resident when he forced it through the courts in late 2010, so I was not actually under the jurisdiction of the Polk County District Court... but he lied and claimed I was just to gain control of my finances and confine me to living in this house. He needs to go to jail. I need to be set free.

We all know Obama wants to stall until he can find a way out for himself that does not involve impeachment or his being tried for war crimes. Do not give him that option. Hold him accountable for the truth. Demand I have my full human rights as soon as possible. Demand the end to the oppression of America. Have we not all suffered enough just because Obama is too weak to accept his fate? He is culpable. He needs to be tried. We need this all to end as soon as possible. Organize and refuse to comply.

Sweetness, should I hold my breath? Did I send you enough help? I have so many diverse sources of support from the police, the military, and some secretive, retired CIA agents to the news media, internet moguls, and movie stars; are you all communicating and working together to get this ended? Please give SynSyn a kiss for me, and come pick me just as soon as you are able. I love you more than words can bear.

So You Want Redemption, Huh?

There were so many chemicals in the water I was expected to drink at my house in the UK that my tomato plant looked like something off of Sims: Makin' Magic. While I was in the UK, the British did not only prey on me, they preyed on each other. Let it be a lesson to the world, never let anyone put a chip in your head. It was the land of the zombies while I was there. The free will of the British was gone. They existed for no reason but to attack me. The area of Wigan even pretty much ground up and ate their own young while I lived there. I was enslaved by the government. When I had NO SYMPTOMS, I was also confined to an insane asylum in Liverpool to be tortured and raped at their convenience.

I hear that the British finally want to be redeemed. For that, they will need to stand up and fight. I do not need an apology. I need them to bother to care and act. Redemption takes more than one night of hanging out and singing; it takes action. If the British want to redeem themselves, they will need to fight for me.

We need to start asking questions about where the US's huge defense budget is spent. It does not go to wages and benefits for soldiers. According to NPR, approximately 107,000 veterans are currently homeless in America. If we need to balance the budget, this would be the best place to start investigating corruption and waste. We also need to take better care of our soldiers even when they are done fighting.

American teachers, how are your collective bargaining rights these days? Have we reached the conclusion yet that the crisis in Wisconsin has nothing to do with balancing the budget? The public sector workers are willing to suffer through wage cuts and lay-offs to balance the budget, but Walker only wants to remove collective bargaining rights. The budget is just his lame convenient excuse. Walker, just tell the truth. You remind me of Obama when you act this way.

My life is a fight. I have been enslaved, beaten, raped, tortured, libeled, and persecuted, and it has done nothing but make me fight harder. It has done nothing but make my voice louder. I could not do this without all of your help. I told them in October of 2009 they should have made me complacent; thank you all for proving me right. Now let us get me to my human rights, so we can bring the next phase of the fight.

Sweetness, I have been feeling a little less sexy lately. Well, I did feel that way, but when I walked into Raygun T-shirts to buy a "Make Awkward Sexual Advances not War" in purple, the twenty-something young man in "I Liked Betty White Before it was Cool" in navy blue melted like butter when I spoke to him. I think I still have my sex appeal intact despite my testosterone riddled body. Imagine that, after everything I have lived through, I am still a charmer. I love you more than words can bear.

I just Watched Rango.

Well, I just sat in a theater full of screaming, kicking, hair-pulling grade school age boys and their families in order to watch Rango. It was absolutely delightful. The audience was all teenage girls and families with small boys. It is a strange demographic you attract, Sweetness. I found the film very beautifully made. It also made me very thirsty. I agree; we cannot walk away from our story.

That said, I find I need to recap a few things about myself. I find that people see a lot in me that I do not necessarily know about, so here are a few of the things I admit to... I am a peacemonger. I am a writer. I am intelligent. I am active. People find me very important. I worry about humanity's future. I have "certain powers." I will carry humanity through Global Climate Change. I love. Every moment of every day, I bear through persecution by Obama and his cohorts and having spy equipment in my head. I do this all with very few human rights.

Unless there is divine intervention, I still plan on hunger striking until I get my full human rights starting Wednesday, March 9th. I am sticking to my master plan, unless fate intervenes first. No matter what the world brings me, I am ready for the next phase of the fight. I do not back down. And there is still so much more to do. I am ready for my dance binge.

I am on a clock. I am already thirty-three years old, and I still need to make more than one superhuman baby with my beloved husband whom I am still forbidden to be near. We cannot have just one superhuman baby; that would put far too much stress on the kid. I have not yet had the chance to discuss children with my Mr. Love-of-my-Life, yet, but I know how much he loves the two he already has. He is a wonderful and loving father. I hope he does not mind I expect us to have more than one child together. It is the least I can give the world... that and carrying humanity through Global Climate Change.

Our world is alive, growing, and changing. The power of the people is evident and present. When will America follow suit with successful, peaceful resistance? I know how much all of you support me. I know how much all of you fight for me. This fight is yours as much as it is mine. I only wish I could help more.

Sweetness, I spend every breath of every day lonely without you. You fight so hard for me. I know. And I thank you with every essence of my soul. If you ever have the chance to slow down and enjoy how much I appreciate you, I am sure you will glow with as much love as I do. Oh, and are you okay with having more kids?

Oddly Enough...

I find I need to thank Colonel Gadhafi, oddly enough, for helping prove I am not crazy. He is delusional, refuses to acknowledge reality, and is living evidence that I am mentally sound. Am I legally disabled? Yes. I am incapable of having a job as long as I have spy equipment in my head against my will. But crazy? There is no clear-thinking person left who believes I have a mental disability.

Speaking of human rights infringement, I am a firm believer in the necessity of freedom of speech. But we all know the rules...
1.) Do not lie about anyone. There is a reason slander and libel is illegal.
2.) Do not steal your art from someone else. Plagiarism is also illegal for a reason.
3.) Do not scream "Fire!" in a crowded theater. This is an issue of public safety.
4.) Finally, respect each other's privacy. Remember that according to the US Supreme Court in Katz v. United States (389 U.S. 347, 351 (1967)), even private moments in public places are under the protection of the US Constitution.

Even if people are saying unpopular things, their freedom of speech is protected as long as they are following these rules. This applies to all forms of human expression.

That said about privacy, we all know the spy equipment in my head is there AGAINST my will. Anything it picks up is done so against my will. I also take it you have finally seen me inside the insane asylum in Liverpool, UK. I never know what on which camera is seen by whom when. I thought it was common knowledge already. I am not the only one living in a bubble, it seems.

So much truth is kept away from the public. The bubbles need to be burst. The US needs the freedom of the press, bare minimum, to be returned. I need my full human rights. The oppression of Americans told they do not have the freedom to associate with me nor to discuss anything they want freely with each other has to end. Why do you all tolerate it? Do you not want the truth? Do you not want your freedoms? Do you not believe that there are a lot of problems I could be helping fix right now? Why will you not stand up, organize, and refuse to comply? People say I am crazy, but I am not the one denying reality.

Speaking of problems... Wall Street, stop making lame excuses for your actions. You are driving up the price of oil just to make money, and we all know that. There is no shortage of oil. There is no forecasted shortage of oil. Saudi Arabia actually picked up production. You just want to make money at the expense of anyone who gets in your way. I understand you are Wall Street, and all you do is make money... Just do not lie about it.

Now, America, stand up for yourselves. You are oppressed. You do not have your full rights and freedoms. Do you fear what would happen to you if you bothered to acknowledge I am famous?... and have certain powers? Are you tired of being denied the real news? I cannot have my full human rights unless you all stand up and demand your own... and you all know what few rights I have. I have been confined to hospitals and tortured more than once while the entire time I had no symptoms of any mental illness. The doctors were simply not allowed (by their own corruption) to acknowledge the truth about me.

Sweetness, is the delay because you are helping put my father in jail for perjury? It is okay to let that one wait a little while longer. It is all on public record that he is a criminal. Please take care of the more pressing priorities first and let that one ride until I have the right to have an attorney returned to me. I can take care of that one myself once I am finally no longer illegally denied counsel. I love you so uncontrollably.

Today's Second Blog Post...

We all know I am a firm supporter of unions. Workers, teachers, firefighters, police officers, everyone needs the right to collective bargaining. I have been waiting for Wisconsin to sort itself out, but it looks like they need a nudge. The employees ought to have a right to choose between layoffs and pay cuts or the end to their right to collective bargaining. The employees affected should have that choice.

Unions are like bras. They exist because they serve a purpose. I have a choice whether or not I wear a bra just like I have a choice whether or not I join a union. But, I find that descending a staircase hurts a lot less if I wear a bra. Sometimes a little extra support goes a long way.

It is strange that I have attracted such diverse support as I have. We all know I am too liberal to be a Democrat, but Republicans love me. Thank you for that. It truly and sincerely means a lot to me.

One of the sources of support I am most proud of is the military. Yes, I am a peacemonger, and it is in no small part due to not wanting to see you die or be permanently harmed. The role of the military is to defend the US at all costs, even the loss of life. I support you unconditionally, but I cannot support all of the places you are sent and endangered. Too many people with no regard for human life and suffering have been using the US military to serve their own ends. You have been sent to conflicts in order to warmonger instead of protect your home too many times. You did not agree to create conflicts in the world when you joined the armed forces. Instead, you agreed to defend and protect the American way of life. This reminds me of some promises I have made.

Promises I have made that I plan on keeping include...
1.) visiting the troops abroad,
2.) going on the David Letterman Show,
3.) throwing a party for the NSA,
4.) offering a job to my friend, Finn,
and
5.) attending one of Sweetness's movie premieres just to spend the entire film making out.

Sadly, I must wait for my full human rights before I can do any of this. When will President Incompetent get off his ass and do his real job?

How much do you all know about quantum physics? Quantum physics has brought a lot of scientists out of their comfort zone. There are things that happen in our universe that are difficult to explain through the constrictive rigors defining the way most scientists look at the world. But energy is a powerful thing. And explanations for many happenings previously called phenomena have found home in quantum physics. (Hello, my name is Squid.)

The effort to bridge quantum physics into the more narrow-minded sciences is known as Manifold Theory. Manifold Theory was previously called String Theory. It is an effort to have one theory cover all conditions and situations that arise in the natural world.

This, of course, begs the question: Does a basic order, an underlying mathematical truth, spawn a faith in a higher power? If the universe can completely "make sense," does that mean we were all put into working order by a higher plan? And then, what is that higher plan?

For me, faith is the higher power. For me, truth and belief can do anything. Yes, I am an a(e)theist who acknowledges religions serve an important role in helping us make sense of the universe. This is not enough to give me a religion. But I know what faith and love can do.

Sweetness, I am here. Come get me.

Obama was Whining.

I heard Obama had the audacity to whine about something I had to say about him. He actually whined about the fact he has taken away two years of my human rights and as a result I do not like him. There is an easy way to fix this; Obama the Oppressor, give me back my human rights. Stop oppressing all of America, and maybe I will finally have a chance to lay off pointing out your incompetence. Dare I say it? If you go so far as to genuinely repent, I will even have a chance to forgive you. It starts with you giving me my full human rights. Get off your ass and bother to do something right for once.

Oh, my beautiful world, keep fighting the good fight. Keep making your voices heard. Stay united, organized, and strong. This is a time of change. Make sure they are only changes for the better. When you are united and strong, you can demand anything... Please make sure you demand only the best. Settle for nothing less than what you deserve.

I have many views of education and what will fix the problems with education in the US. I have always believed an education is an end it itself. (Read the comments. You will find me in the comments.) I have always valued knowing things and creating things. Because of this, I was an over-achiever as a child, and I have grown up to be a student of the world. There is no such thing for me as knowing enough about anything. For this reason, I think fixing education starts with our culture.

Children have to value the education process in order to devote enough time and energy to do their best in school. There are so many impediments from teaching practices to a lack of resources that prevents students from valuing their education and learning experiences. Students need to see the importance of an education to leading a full and rich life; they need to be enticed into choosing to learn all they can. If they have the appetite, they will seek out the knowledge... THEN it will be the challenge of providing enough guidance and information. We cannot force education upon students; we need to make our children want to learn.

Sweetness, I dream of you always. I cannot wait for the day we finally get to be together. I cannot wait to kiss your waiting lips and proud face; I cannot stand that we are kept apart. I need to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. My heart is bursting as I write this. I love you more than words can bear. If I weep one more time over how far apart we are, I will drown in my tears before I have a chance to drown in your brown eyes. I cannot stand this; I love you too much. Come by and pick me up, and we can just disappear into the night. We can board a sailboat and never look back. Hold me, Sweetness, hold me and never let go.