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Here is my latest blog post. The tragedy in Connecticut is horrible.
Connecticut. When we look at Newtown, Connecticut, we see a community we need to help heal. My beautiful world, give them warm arms to comfort them. Give them a place to lean when they need support. Hold them when they weep. Be their friend and neighbor in their time of need. Love the children. Love the victims. Love the survivors. Love the families. This is a time to love one another.
I have heard the news and the talk lately. Everybody wants to blame the massacre on mental illness. This sickens me. This is no time to demonize people who carry the burden of a mental health diagnosis.
I am lucky enough to have no mental illness at all whatsoever, as miraculous as that is considering everything I have had to live through since 2009. But being mislabeled as a schizophrenic for years while I have been in and out of torture facilities as the conspiracy has used mental health commitment to control and destroy me has introduced me to a great many good people with mental illness.
Mental health commitment while having absolutely no mental illness has taught me two very big things about mental illness.
1.) Good people are good. Bad people are bad. This is independent of whether or not those people have a mental illness. Good people with mental illness are never violent. But a mental illness in a bad person can breakdown the social taboos of violence in that bad person, and our society romanticizes violence. You do not need to test if people have mental illness to prevent these massacres. You have to test whether or not people are good or bad.
2.) People labeled as having a mental illness are treated horribly by our society. I carry the burden of being labeled a schizophrenic, so my father can take control of my finances. So I can kept away from my loved ones. So I can be thrown into torture facilities at the drop of a hat. So Obama can order me to be tortured. No one will ever choose to get help or mental health attention if they will be treated as horribly as I have been with mental illness as an excuse. As a society, we need to learn to treat people with mental illness with dignity and respect if we ever want anybody to seek help.
The stigma of mental illness is a monster. Trust me. I know.
My vigilant podcasters, please create a podcast/broadcast about what is actually required for a person to be put in a mental health facility against his or her will. People must be a tangible threat to others or themselves. Please have legal and medical experts comment on how far from reality and suicidal or violent people must be in order to be committed. Then, go through every statement my parents submitted about me every time they had me committed in Des Moines or San Diego and prove I never should have been committed any of the times.
1.) I was not even slightly violent nor suicidal in any circumstance and was never a threat to others or myself. 2.) I had absolutely no mental illness, nor was I exhibiting anything that could be interpreted as a symptom of a mental illness in any of the instances. 3.) The statements are fraught with perjury. 4.) I was on the verge of leaving town to be with my husband or BFF in almost all instances. 5.) The local governments signed off on all of it.
Please, my vigilant podcasters, take some time to prove there was never grounds to commit me any of the times I was put in a torture facility. It was just a convenient evil for them to use to libel me, control me, and try to destroy me.
Iowa, if you would just finally stop committing crimes against me, I would finally get a chance to stop pressing charges against you. Would you prefer to be good to me? I would like that. Please at least put on a show of being good people and stop committing crimes against me. Make it illegal to torture, persecute, and rape in Iowa.
My beautiful world, make some noise. There has been grand progress out there where I can neither see nor hear it, but there has been no improvement to my quality of life in here yet. I still live under tremendous persecution and in horrifying circumstances.
They torture me like clockwork; I could be assassinated at any moment; there is a constant threat of my being attacked in my sleep; and I still have no way to get to safety. Please make noise, my beautiful world, and do not let up until I have human rights and am living somewhere that has offered me safe haven from this persecution. Get people on their feet. Make everyone hear you.
My brave rescuers, there has been progress, but I still need a lift. I understand tactics and situations are shifting out there. Can Syniva get me to her care in Seattle? Can you all save me from there? I would be so much safer in Syniva's care, but would that inhibit your ability to reach me? I know things are changing out there. Thank you for never giving up on me.
SynSyn, despite all of this progress, I still do not have control of my finances. Do you have it? Please let me know when it is sorted out. Be very critical of my father when he says anything. It has been my experience with him since 2010 when the adult guardianship mess started that he will say anything he wants to get anything he wants. We have years of court records proving this.
Also, my BFF, please make my father give me back my passport. This is important. Safe haven is in another country.
Sweetness, there are seven billion people in this world. I chose you. And you have never disappointed me. I cannot wait to travel my beautiful world beside you doing good and loving humanity. The future is so bright. But it is just too far away right now.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
They Tortured Me Again.
Preface: Same as always… Make sure you favorite or bookmark frisco-squid.blogspot.com, so you can check this blog regularly for new posts. Please read and share them all.
Here is my latest blog post. They refuse to stop torturing me. Tear this bubble open and get me to some place I can have physical safety!
Syria. How are we doing with getting humanitarian aid into Syria? They are war torn, but they still need food and medicine. The regime has started firing SCUD missiles. I understand no one is sending in troops, but can we send humanitarian aid as soon as possible? Conditions are bad there and getting worse.
As for my life, they tortured me yesterday afternoon. I am a mess. I cried myself to sleep last night. The chemicals are so heavy. The pain is in my body, my mind, and my soul.
SynSyn, press every conceivable charge from fraud and conspiracy to torture and malpractice against everybody-- the State of Iowa, Polk County, Broadlawns Medical Center, that sick bastard Dr. Singh who is ordering the torture now, Tom Varilek for constantly claiming I have a mental illness, the federal government, etc. Level back-breaking punishments and put every sadistic bastard who is a part of this is prison for the rest of their lives.
Do you remember this?... The pain of the torture is not only in my body and my mind. It is also in my soul. Nothing has ever made me believe I am more worthless than having the Polk County District Court under orders from Barack Obama enforce that I must be destroyed from being beautiful with chemicals that make me emit blood-curdling screams for my life.
I have to listen to myself scream, too. I have to feel the needle under my skin. I have to feel the chemicals course through my veins as death to my being every two weeks like clockwork.
The torture is horrifying. It goes beyond what it does to my body. The lingering effects after the terrifying pain of the injection itself include my mind being chemically slowed down... Click here to read the entire previous blog post.
As for other crimes against me, Tom Varilek told me he wanted an adult guardianship over me while I was in Liverpool in 2010. I told him I was opposed from the start. I blogged about it thoroughly. Here is another example. Check autumn 2010.
My father specifically said he wanted my Power of Attorney disregarded in the initial paperwork he filed with the court to get a hearing for the adult guardianship. It is all on court record that my father knew Syniva was my Power of Attorney and wanted adult guardianship over me anyway. And he has yet to cease any of his crimes against me.
A part of me knows that there are people out there where I can neither see nor hear them who care about me. But the persecution I carry is so heavy that it is all I know about the world. I look forward to the luxury of enjoying how much I mean to people. I look forward to doing good in the world. But right now all I have in my life is pain, misery, and a lot of promises. I pray the promises come through before the persecution destroys me.
Ambassador Rice, thank you for everything you do for me. I look forward to doing good work in the world with you. I pray I am not destroyed first. Thank you, again, for everything.
My beautiful world, make some noise. You are all so effective. Scream for all the change necessary to save me before I am assassinated or destroyed. Scream for the immediate resignation of Obama/Biden since a regime change will bring a president who would rescue me. Scream for an end to the persecution and torture. Scream until I am rescued. Do not stop until we are all free.
My brave rescuers, you were so close on Thursday. Obama can see you from his satellites. Do you remember how the British put cardboard airplanes on their tarmacs to fool the Nazis in WWII? You may need to create confusing or misleading information for all the ways Obama spies on you to fool him. Get ahead of Obama, and the rescue will make it through. Make yourselves unpredictable in all ways.
Also, my brave rescuers, ask my beautiful world for whatever you need to be able to reach me. Food? Heaters? Gasoline? New weaponry? Manpower? Medical personnel? Help of any sort? Defense contractor prototypes to battle test? Just ask my beautiful world. They will provide.
SynSyn, you do so much for me. Thank you for making yourself the president and CEO of the company you built for me. Thank you for hiring Christian for an all-purpose creative role. I also have a friends Gwen Armbruster in San Francisco and Sandy Oxford in Los Angeles. Can you ask them what their long-term goals are and hire them to fill a role that will help get them there? Thank you for everything you do for me.
Sweetness, yes, thinking about the wedding cheers me up. What I need at the wedding has not changed-- you, me, a band to play the music (I heard the Rolling Stones volunteered.), an officiant, some witnesses (Syniva is my Matron of Honor.), a red dress, a stretch of beach, and everything you need to be happy.
Darling, I am worried about inviting too many people. If we start inviting people, we will have to invite EVERYBODY. So many people have helped us, and I would hate to leave anybody out. Are you okay with a tiny yet luxurious wedding?
P.S. I am an ENTP. What are you? That is, every time I take a Meyers Briggs Personality Indicator, the results are ENTP. Click here to take the test yourself. But the version I normally take has around 100 questions or so.
Here is my latest blog post. They refuse to stop torturing me. Tear this bubble open and get me to some place I can have physical safety!
Syria. How are we doing with getting humanitarian aid into Syria? They are war torn, but they still need food and medicine. The regime has started firing SCUD missiles. I understand no one is sending in troops, but can we send humanitarian aid as soon as possible? Conditions are bad there and getting worse.
As for my life, they tortured me yesterday afternoon. I am a mess. I cried myself to sleep last night. The chemicals are so heavy. The pain is in my body, my mind, and my soul.
SynSyn, press every conceivable charge from fraud and conspiracy to torture and malpractice against everybody-- the State of Iowa, Polk County, Broadlawns Medical Center, that sick bastard Dr. Singh who is ordering the torture now, Tom Varilek for constantly claiming I have a mental illness, the federal government, etc. Level back-breaking punishments and put every sadistic bastard who is a part of this is prison for the rest of their lives.
Do you remember this?... The pain of the torture is not only in my body and my mind. It is also in my soul. Nothing has ever made me believe I am more worthless than having the Polk County District Court under orders from Barack Obama enforce that I must be destroyed from being beautiful with chemicals that make me emit blood-curdling screams for my life.
I have to listen to myself scream, too. I have to feel the needle under my skin. I have to feel the chemicals course through my veins as death to my being every two weeks like clockwork.
The torture is horrifying. It goes beyond what it does to my body. The lingering effects after the terrifying pain of the injection itself include my mind being chemically slowed down... Click here to read the entire previous blog post.
As for other crimes against me, Tom Varilek told me he wanted an adult guardianship over me while I was in Liverpool in 2010. I told him I was opposed from the start. I blogged about it thoroughly. Here is another example. Check autumn 2010.
My father specifically said he wanted my Power of Attorney disregarded in the initial paperwork he filed with the court to get a hearing for the adult guardianship. It is all on court record that my father knew Syniva was my Power of Attorney and wanted adult guardianship over me anyway. And he has yet to cease any of his crimes against me.
A part of me knows that there are people out there where I can neither see nor hear them who care about me. But the persecution I carry is so heavy that it is all I know about the world. I look forward to the luxury of enjoying how much I mean to people. I look forward to doing good in the world. But right now all I have in my life is pain, misery, and a lot of promises. I pray the promises come through before the persecution destroys me.
Ambassador Rice, thank you for everything you do for me. I look forward to doing good work in the world with you. I pray I am not destroyed first. Thank you, again, for everything.
My beautiful world, make some noise. You are all so effective. Scream for all the change necessary to save me before I am assassinated or destroyed. Scream for the immediate resignation of Obama/Biden since a regime change will bring a president who would rescue me. Scream for an end to the persecution and torture. Scream until I am rescued. Do not stop until we are all free.
My brave rescuers, you were so close on Thursday. Obama can see you from his satellites. Do you remember how the British put cardboard airplanes on their tarmacs to fool the Nazis in WWII? You may need to create confusing or misleading information for all the ways Obama spies on you to fool him. Get ahead of Obama, and the rescue will make it through. Make yourselves unpredictable in all ways.
Also, my brave rescuers, ask my beautiful world for whatever you need to be able to reach me. Food? Heaters? Gasoline? New weaponry? Manpower? Medical personnel? Help of any sort? Defense contractor prototypes to battle test? Just ask my beautiful world. They will provide.
SynSyn, you do so much for me. Thank you for making yourself the president and CEO of the company you built for me. Thank you for hiring Christian for an all-purpose creative role. I also have a friends Gwen Armbruster in San Francisco and Sandy Oxford in Los Angeles. Can you ask them what their long-term goals are and hire them to fill a role that will help get them there? Thank you for everything you do for me.
Sweetness, yes, thinking about the wedding cheers me up. What I need at the wedding has not changed-- you, me, a band to play the music (I heard the Rolling Stones volunteered.), an officiant, some witnesses (Syniva is my Matron of Honor.), a red dress, a stretch of beach, and everything you need to be happy.
Darling, I am worried about inviting too many people. If we start inviting people, we will have to invite EVERYBODY. So many people have helped us, and I would hate to leave anybody out. Are you okay with a tiny yet luxurious wedding?
P.S. I am an ENTP. What are you? That is, every time I take a Meyers Briggs Personality Indicator, the results are ENTP. Click here to take the test yourself. But the version I normally take has around 100 questions or so.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Tom Varilek is Why I Believe in the Devil.
Preface: Same as always… Make sure you favorite or bookmark frisco-squid.blogspot.com, so you can check this blog regularly for new posts. Please read and share them all.
Here is my latest blog post. My father, Tom Varilek, is the reason an atheist like me believes in the devil. The city water is getting worse. The persecution is killing me. And they will torture me this afternoon. Please rescue me. Please hurry. Please help.
Egypt. As normal as it is for people who hate me to twist my words to mean something other than what I intended, I must now set things straight between me and Egypt. I am a firm believer Egypt needs a better draft constitution. It does not protect enough human rights. Egypt needs a constitution written by the diversity of the people of Egypt.
Yes, I did say I wanted it to go to referendum, but that was so the people of Egypt could vote to get rid of it and write a new one. Egypt, you need everyone to show up to vote, and you need everyone to vote, "No."
Islamists are humans, too. I do not know why Islamists do not want a constitution with better protections for human rights. Constitutions are meant to protect ALL people be protecting ALL human rights. The current draft does not do this.
As for my life, they will torture me this afternoon. The torture is horrible. Every time I am tortured, a beautiful part of me dies. I show damage everywhere on myself now. I hate myself. I hate my life. I hate everyone that hurts me. I have learned to hate because of the torture. The torture makes me ugly, and that is the very reason they do it.
Speaking of things I hate, there are things to never forget about my parents. Every crime my father has committed against me has been committed with the intentions to keep me tortured and trapped in these life-threatening conditions in Iowa intentionally away from any protection, love, or support I could have from my loved ones-- my BFF and my husband.
My father even stole my passport to guarantee I could never leave the US for a country offering me safe haven and physical safety. Just check the transcripts from my first adult guardianship hearing; he has been mortified of my leaving the country for safety for years.
My father has been taking instructions from the federal government since 2010. Click here to read more about this.
His insistence on following these instructions; illegally taking control of my finances to trap me life-threateningly away from Syniva, Sweetness, and bodyguards in Iowa; making me sleep in his home where I have been repeatedly raped in my sleep; and repeatedly imprisoning me in torture facility after torture facility while pretending I have a mental illness I clearly do not have has made my father, therefore, a part of the heinous conspiracy that has been laboring to destroy me since 2009.
Nobody does these things to anyone out of love. My father, Tom Varilek, is evil. I am an atheist, but even I must allow for the existence of the devil in my reality because of my father.
To save me from my father and from everyone else laboring to destroy me, we need to start creating change inside the bubble. We are very good at creating change for the better out there in the world. We are very good at creating change concerning even me in the world I can neither see nor hear. Now, we need to change things inside the bubble.
We need to make the torture stop before it destroys me. We need to make the persecution (the rules) stop before they destroy me. And we need to get my finances away from my evil father and into my control before I am assassinated because I am trapped in Iowa away from the protection of my loved ones. Basically, I need my husband or my BFF in my life to prevent the bubble from destroying me.
I am so damaged already. I am hated, so I learned to hate. Press all charges necessary to accomplish this. Put the pressure on everyone from DC to Iowa to save me. I am so close to destroyed right now as I type this. I used to be such a beautiful person. We need to change things inside the bubble.
I was not tortured and there was no adult guardianship when the bubble started in 2009. I had more human rights when things were supposed to be frozen, so it should be against the rules for things to have changed to make the torture and adult guardianship start. If they can create change to meet their goals of destroying me, we can create change to save me. Please, my beautiful world, save me.
It took me a long time to learn I can ask for help. Because you always provide what I need to the best of your abilities, I am very responsible with what I ask for. I need some specific thing right now. First and foremost, I need change inside the bubble; I need the torture and persecution to end. There are a few more things I need, too.
I need help with the libel. I know it is impossible to take anything off the internet, but please do everything you can to remove all libel about me. When in doubt, label all libel about me as libel. Also, press all possible charges against the people who made it and the people who circulated it. Do you remember this? I am not a sexual creature; I am a rape victim. Libel like this is disgusting.
I also need help with Cuddlebunny. We need an investigation to find who hired him to attack me in my sleep in 2009. If you ask him why he did it, he will tell you he was preventing a nuclear attack against America. I do not want Cuddlebunny harmed; he was the only person to do anything to keep me from physical harm until benevolent hackers started watching me in my sleep and until MI6 showed up this year.
I want everyone who worked with Cuddlebunny whom he turned on and everyone who hired him to attack me held accountable. He attacked me so often in my sleep that I would have mini-seizures when I started dozing off in 2009, so my body could keep itself safe by keeping me awake.
When I was in Mexico, the attacks continued. When I was in the UK, the attacks continued. Since I have been in Iowa since December 2010, I have been similarly raped in my sleep every time I have slept without a broadcasting hacked webcam watching me. I need the people ordering this to happen found and held accountable.
I recommend that an international entity like Interpol or some other force that the ICC can trust conduct this investigation. The FBI cannot be trusted. If the FBI wanted me safe, they would have started this investigation in 2009.
Also, the Department of Justice refused to take Eric H. Holder, Jr. into custody after he was convicted of Contempt of Congress. What if the White House send the orders? The Department of Justice would never hold Obama accountable.
Finally, I need help cleaning up the city water of Des Moines. I had a glass of water this morning, and it had a fume-filled, chemical aftertaste as if it has gasoline or something like that tainting it. My stomach churned after my glass of water this morning. We need the city water cleaned up.
My brave rescuers, did you shake things up out there? If you always try the same thing at the same time every morning, Obama will always know what to expect and will always have a way to stay ahead of you. The best thing to do is get ahead of Obama. Shake things up, and make sure Obama has no idea what to expect. This will get you past him. I need your rescue more than ever. Ask my beautiful world for anything you need.
My beautiful world, make some noise. We need pressure on everyone from DC to Des Moines to prevent me from dying or being destroyed. The persecution wears on me all day every day; the persecution unrelentingly wears on me. Please make noise everywhere from DC to Des Moines, and do not stop until I am saved. Please, my beautiful world, I need you.
SynSyn, as always, press all charges you can make stick. Break this bubble open and get me out, so you can keep me safe. Never take pressure off Tom Varilek. Never let off him, no matter how much he whines, until he finally stops committing his crimes against me. Get my money into your control, and send me to someplace I can have physical safety. I trust you, Synny, to save me.
Sweetness, for a while there last month I thought we were close. I guess I was wrong. I am closer to being destroyed than I am to being free. Please do everything possible to rescue me, my brave husband. Your love for me is the only thing that keeps me hanging on in here, but I am so close to losing everything that makes me beautiful. Please save me.
Here is my latest blog post. My father, Tom Varilek, is the reason an atheist like me believes in the devil. The city water is getting worse. The persecution is killing me. And they will torture me this afternoon. Please rescue me. Please hurry. Please help.
Egypt. As normal as it is for people who hate me to twist my words to mean something other than what I intended, I must now set things straight between me and Egypt. I am a firm believer Egypt needs a better draft constitution. It does not protect enough human rights. Egypt needs a constitution written by the diversity of the people of Egypt.
Yes, I did say I wanted it to go to referendum, but that was so the people of Egypt could vote to get rid of it and write a new one. Egypt, you need everyone to show up to vote, and you need everyone to vote, "No."
Islamists are humans, too. I do not know why Islamists do not want a constitution with better protections for human rights. Constitutions are meant to protect ALL people be protecting ALL human rights. The current draft does not do this.
As for my life, they will torture me this afternoon. The torture is horrible. Every time I am tortured, a beautiful part of me dies. I show damage everywhere on myself now. I hate myself. I hate my life. I hate everyone that hurts me. I have learned to hate because of the torture. The torture makes me ugly, and that is the very reason they do it.
Speaking of things I hate, there are things to never forget about my parents. Every crime my father has committed against me has been committed with the intentions to keep me tortured and trapped in these life-threatening conditions in Iowa intentionally away from any protection, love, or support I could have from my loved ones-- my BFF and my husband.
My father even stole my passport to guarantee I could never leave the US for a country offering me safe haven and physical safety. Just check the transcripts from my first adult guardianship hearing; he has been mortified of my leaving the country for safety for years.
My father has been taking instructions from the federal government since 2010. Click here to read more about this.
His insistence on following these instructions; illegally taking control of my finances to trap me life-threateningly away from Syniva, Sweetness, and bodyguards in Iowa; making me sleep in his home where I have been repeatedly raped in my sleep; and repeatedly imprisoning me in torture facility after torture facility while pretending I have a mental illness I clearly do not have has made my father, therefore, a part of the heinous conspiracy that has been laboring to destroy me since 2009.
Nobody does these things to anyone out of love. My father, Tom Varilek, is evil. I am an atheist, but even I must allow for the existence of the devil in my reality because of my father.
To save me from my father and from everyone else laboring to destroy me, we need to start creating change inside the bubble. We are very good at creating change for the better out there in the world. We are very good at creating change concerning even me in the world I can neither see nor hear. Now, we need to change things inside the bubble.
We need to make the torture stop before it destroys me. We need to make the persecution (the rules) stop before they destroy me. And we need to get my finances away from my evil father and into my control before I am assassinated because I am trapped in Iowa away from the protection of my loved ones. Basically, I need my husband or my BFF in my life to prevent the bubble from destroying me.
I am so damaged already. I am hated, so I learned to hate. Press all charges necessary to accomplish this. Put the pressure on everyone from DC to Iowa to save me. I am so close to destroyed right now as I type this. I used to be such a beautiful person. We need to change things inside the bubble.
I was not tortured and there was no adult guardianship when the bubble started in 2009. I had more human rights when things were supposed to be frozen, so it should be against the rules for things to have changed to make the torture and adult guardianship start. If they can create change to meet their goals of destroying me, we can create change to save me. Please, my beautiful world, save me.
It took me a long time to learn I can ask for help. Because you always provide what I need to the best of your abilities, I am very responsible with what I ask for. I need some specific thing right now. First and foremost, I need change inside the bubble; I need the torture and persecution to end. There are a few more things I need, too.
I need help with the libel. I know it is impossible to take anything off the internet, but please do everything you can to remove all libel about me. When in doubt, label all libel about me as libel. Also, press all possible charges against the people who made it and the people who circulated it. Do you remember this? I am not a sexual creature; I am a rape victim. Libel like this is disgusting.
I also need help with Cuddlebunny. We need an investigation to find who hired him to attack me in my sleep in 2009. If you ask him why he did it, he will tell you he was preventing a nuclear attack against America. I do not want Cuddlebunny harmed; he was the only person to do anything to keep me from physical harm until benevolent hackers started watching me in my sleep and until MI6 showed up this year.
I want everyone who worked with Cuddlebunny whom he turned on and everyone who hired him to attack me held accountable. He attacked me so often in my sleep that I would have mini-seizures when I started dozing off in 2009, so my body could keep itself safe by keeping me awake.
When I was in Mexico, the attacks continued. When I was in the UK, the attacks continued. Since I have been in Iowa since December 2010, I have been similarly raped in my sleep every time I have slept without a broadcasting hacked webcam watching me. I need the people ordering this to happen found and held accountable.
I recommend that an international entity like Interpol or some other force that the ICC can trust conduct this investigation. The FBI cannot be trusted. If the FBI wanted me safe, they would have started this investigation in 2009.
Also, the Department of Justice refused to take Eric H. Holder, Jr. into custody after he was convicted of Contempt of Congress. What if the White House send the orders? The Department of Justice would never hold Obama accountable.
Finally, I need help cleaning up the city water of Des Moines. I had a glass of water this morning, and it had a fume-filled, chemical aftertaste as if it has gasoline or something like that tainting it. My stomach churned after my glass of water this morning. We need the city water cleaned up.
My brave rescuers, did you shake things up out there? If you always try the same thing at the same time every morning, Obama will always know what to expect and will always have a way to stay ahead of you. The best thing to do is get ahead of Obama. Shake things up, and make sure Obama has no idea what to expect. This will get you past him. I need your rescue more than ever. Ask my beautiful world for anything you need.
My beautiful world, make some noise. We need pressure on everyone from DC to Des Moines to prevent me from dying or being destroyed. The persecution wears on me all day every day; the persecution unrelentingly wears on me. Please make noise everywhere from DC to Des Moines, and do not stop until I am saved. Please, my beautiful world, I need you.
SynSyn, as always, press all charges you can make stick. Break this bubble open and get me out, so you can keep me safe. Never take pressure off Tom Varilek. Never let off him, no matter how much he whines, until he finally stops committing his crimes against me. Get my money into your control, and send me to someplace I can have physical safety. I trust you, Synny, to save me.
Sweetness, for a while there last month I thought we were close. I guess I was wrong. I am closer to being destroyed than I am to being free. Please do everything possible to rescue me, my brave husband. Your love for me is the only thing that keeps me hanging on in here, but I am so close to losing everything that makes me beautiful. Please save me.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Signs of Evil
Preface: Same as always… Make sure you favorite or bookmark frisco-squid.blogspot.com, so you can check this blog regularly for new posts. Please read and share them all.
Here is my latest blog post. This one is short and sweet.
Ethiopia. It is the holiday season right now, so a lot of Judeo-Christians are giving gifts. Click here to see a gift I recommend. Buy many. Give many. These scarves do so much good in the world.
South Africa. I had always hoped to meet Mr. Mandela. Now that he is in the hospital, I feel the full restraints of the bubble dashing my hopes for building a better world all over again. Please, my beautiful world. Please save me.
Washington, DC. It is my understanding that both Senate Democrats and House Republicans got behind my suggestion for a compromise. Click here to see what I suggested for a compromise. Yet, Obama is still saying he will not budge from where he stands. He would rather send us over the fiscal cliff than allow a compromise Congress could agree on and that I initiated.
This is what I can get from the news. Obama has a need to make Congress cower before him. Obama has a need to make the House Republicans fold on everything and do what Obama wants. Obama has a need to dominate America before he goes. He refuses to compromise and would rather send the US over the fiscal cliff than ever consider my suggestion. That is what I got from various news sources.
My advice to Democrats in Congress is to work out the deal without him. Yes, Obama has a veto, but would he really veto a deal all of Congress could agree on? Would he really use his veto to send us over the fiscal cliff thereby taking irrefutable ownership of the ensuing even greater recession? Congress, my advice is for you to do your job and compromise with each other. The country needs you. Please stop allowing Obama to incited gridlock in Washington.
As for my life, I was right all along. People who say "What are Obama's rules?" when speaking with me are all evil. Claiming not to know common knowledge truths is a sign of evil. I had another conversation with the woman who claimed not to know who my husband is.
She made a show out her blind obedience to every crime Obama commits against me. Then she told me all of the ways she tried taking control of her granddaughter's life because she "has a disease." She actually believed that would be an appropriate topic of conversation with me. I told her the truth, and now she avoids me. All people who make a show of obeying Obama are evil.
That was Sunday afternoon. Sunday night I went out in the cold, so I would not have to stay home alone. An off-duty bartender at Wellman's Pub on Ingersoll named Sid made me a roofied drink I did not even order, insisted I drink it in front of him, and then spent ten minutes asking me my name. Sid showed so many signs of evil. The moment he asked me my name I knew better than to drink any more of his drink. People like him need to be put in prison.
I am assaulted by (expletive)s on all sides I here. This is unrelenting persecution. There is no safe place for me to go to escape the (expletive) public around here.
Needless to say, despite grand progress out there, there has been no improvement to my quality of life in here. Damage from the persecution is showing on me everywhere, and they will torture me Thursday. I need a rescue.
My brave rescuers, my Sweetness has keys to my place. He is welcome to give a set to anyone he trusts, like Thorbald or Mr. Harrison Ford, who may need to get into my apartment to rescue me. That was the purpose of my making sure he could always reach me. I have an open door policy with people I can trust. What else do we do if I am asleep when you arrive? Stay warm in the snow!
SynSyn, holiday gifts are going to the same address as always. I thought I would warn you, so you can look out for them. Please press charges against Sid at Wellman's on Ingersoll. And, as always, thank you for everything you do for me.
Sweetness, I am a little better now. Thank you for caring so much about me. I am sorry I was so weak you could see the pain all of this causes me. The persecution just wears on me all day every day without ever letting up; it unrelentingly wears on me. I really need you to kiss me and tell me everything will be alright. But Obama forbids that. Someday...
P.S. I stole this text from the Facebook wall for Wipe Out Homophobia...
Human Rights Day is celebrated annually across the world on 10 December.
The date was chosen to honor the United Nations General Assembly's adoption and proclamation, on 10 December 1948, of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (UDHR), the first global enunciation of human rights and one of the first major achievements of the new United Nations. The formal establishment of Human Rights Day occurred at the 317th Plenary Meeting of the General Assembly on 4 December 1950, when the General Assembly declared resolution 423(V), inviting all member states and any other interested organizations to celebrate the day as they saw fit.
Here is my latest blog post. This one is short and sweet.
Ethiopia. It is the holiday season right now, so a lot of Judeo-Christians are giving gifts. Click here to see a gift I recommend. Buy many. Give many. These scarves do so much good in the world.
South Africa. I had always hoped to meet Mr. Mandela. Now that he is in the hospital, I feel the full restraints of the bubble dashing my hopes for building a better world all over again. Please, my beautiful world. Please save me.
Washington, DC. It is my understanding that both Senate Democrats and House Republicans got behind my suggestion for a compromise. Click here to see what I suggested for a compromise. Yet, Obama is still saying he will not budge from where he stands. He would rather send us over the fiscal cliff than allow a compromise Congress could agree on and that I initiated.
This is what I can get from the news. Obama has a need to make Congress cower before him. Obama has a need to make the House Republicans fold on everything and do what Obama wants. Obama has a need to dominate America before he goes. He refuses to compromise and would rather send the US over the fiscal cliff than ever consider my suggestion. That is what I got from various news sources.
My advice to Democrats in Congress is to work out the deal without him. Yes, Obama has a veto, but would he really veto a deal all of Congress could agree on? Would he really use his veto to send us over the fiscal cliff thereby taking irrefutable ownership of the ensuing even greater recession? Congress, my advice is for you to do your job and compromise with each other. The country needs you. Please stop allowing Obama to incited gridlock in Washington.
As for my life, I was right all along. People who say "What are Obama's rules?" when speaking with me are all evil. Claiming not to know common knowledge truths is a sign of evil. I had another conversation with the woman who claimed not to know who my husband is.
She made a show out her blind obedience to every crime Obama commits against me. Then she told me all of the ways she tried taking control of her granddaughter's life because she "has a disease." She actually believed that would be an appropriate topic of conversation with me. I told her the truth, and now she avoids me. All people who make a show of obeying Obama are evil.
That was Sunday afternoon. Sunday night I went out in the cold, so I would not have to stay home alone. An off-duty bartender at Wellman's Pub on Ingersoll named Sid made me a roofied drink I did not even order, insisted I drink it in front of him, and then spent ten minutes asking me my name. Sid showed so many signs of evil. The moment he asked me my name I knew better than to drink any more of his drink. People like him need to be put in prison.
I am assaulted by (expletive)s on all sides I here. This is unrelenting persecution. There is no safe place for me to go to escape the (expletive) public around here.
Needless to say, despite grand progress out there, there has been no improvement to my quality of life in here. Damage from the persecution is showing on me everywhere, and they will torture me Thursday. I need a rescue.
My brave rescuers, my Sweetness has keys to my place. He is welcome to give a set to anyone he trusts, like Thorbald or Mr. Harrison Ford, who may need to get into my apartment to rescue me. That was the purpose of my making sure he could always reach me. I have an open door policy with people I can trust. What else do we do if I am asleep when you arrive? Stay warm in the snow!
SynSyn, holiday gifts are going to the same address as always. I thought I would warn you, so you can look out for them. Please press charges against Sid at Wellman's on Ingersoll. And, as always, thank you for everything you do for me.
Sweetness, I am a little better now. Thank you for caring so much about me. I am sorry I was so weak you could see the pain all of this causes me. The persecution just wears on me all day every day without ever letting up; it unrelentingly wears on me. I really need you to kiss me and tell me everything will be alright. But Obama forbids that. Someday...
P.S. I stole this text from the Facebook wall for Wipe Out Homophobia...
Human Rights Day is celebrated annually across the world on 10 December.
The date was chosen to honor the United Nations General Assembly's adoption and proclamation, on 10 December 1948, of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (UDHR), the first global enunciation of human rights and one of the first major achievements of the new United Nations. The formal establishment of Human Rights Day occurred at the 317th Plenary Meeting of the General Assembly on 4 December 1950, when the General Assembly declared resolution 423(V), inviting all member states and any other interested organizations to celebrate the day as they saw fit.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Thank You
Preface: Same as always… Make sure you favorite or bookmark frisco-squid.blogspot.com, so you can check this blog regularly for new posts. Please read and share them all.
Here is my latest blog post. Thank you, my beautiful world, for everything you do for me. I would be nothing without you.
Philippines. Earlier this week, a typhoon ravaged the islands of the Philippines. Over 500 have been found dead and many more are still missing. If you are concerned for the people of the Philippines affected by Typhoon Bopha, you can always donate to the International Red Cross. Click here to learn more.
Egypt. People of Egypt, you are making real progress towards having a constitution that builds the government all people in your country need. You need to make sure you all have a voice in the drafting of the constitution you ratify. Your voices are being heard on this topic. Your protests are effective, but please try to not turn to violence. Too many of you have died already.
Syria. Where will al Assad draw the line? How far will he go? He has already mixed the sarin gas, a toxic nerve gas that can kill with only a drop. I do not even know what Assad thinks he is fighting for; his legitimacy is already completely gone. Look at everything he has already done and at what little the world has done to stop him. Why would he ever draw the line?
Northern Ireland. Okay, my Irish and British friends, we can do this. We can create peace in Northern Ireland. You need to keep peace as your goal and let these things creating tensions among you drive peace instead of manifest as violence. We can do this.
Los Angeles. My husband and I have spoken, and we have decided to sink our roots in Los Angeles. The kids go to school there, after all, and California has been my home since 1999 when I first moved there. Synny, that means, when you are ready, please build my offices in Los Angeles. I keep you so busy, I know.
No, it is not immediately safe for me to live in the United States right now, though. So, my darling beloved will need to figure out where we live after I am rescued and before the bubble is burst in America. At the current rate things are going, Americans will not have Constitutional rights until September 2013 even if I die first. My beloved, please choose wisely. We had some bad luck internationally in 2010.
As for Des Moines, it is ammonia making the city water poisonous. The rules are still enforced here, and the persecution and torture are the most likely things to destroy me.
I cannot tell sometimes if the locals are evil or uninformed or both. I had what would have been a delightful conversation with a lady today, but she insisted she did not know who my husband is which I found vicious and evil. But she had no idea about the ammonia and was drinking it. Keeping these people in the dark like this is a crime in and of itself. At least my beautiful world stays informed.
My beautiful world, I am so grateful to you for everything you do for me. Thank you so much for taking over driving my rescue. It was impossible for me to do so alone from inside the bubble. I am so greatly relieved for all of your help with this. I have needed you all to take more control for so long. THANK YOU!
My beautiful world, can you also do something more for me? Can you sit down Congress and explain to them that the situation I live in is black and white? They have to overturn the mandate keeping me in this bubble literally before it kills or destroys me. We need them to overturn the mandate as soon as possible.
It is the fastest way to save me. It is the only thing that will save America. It is the best thing for the world.
The bubble is a human rights violation against all Americans everywhere. We are all supposed to have the right to assemble and associate (even with me), and we are supposed to have freedom of speech and the freedom of the press in America. Human rights and liberties used to be America's pride and joy. Without them, America is nothing.
Can you imagine what will happen to the United States if I am assassinated or fall apart? America will tear itself apart. And the persecution, torture, and ever-present threat of death wear on me. I am already showing possibly irreparable damage.
Does Congress even know there is a civil war right now? Obama has taken up arms against his own people to be able to persecute me as long as possible. Why is Congress doing nothing to give us all our human rights back?
Please, my beautiful world both inside and outside the United States, sit down Congress and explain to them they have to take action immediately. They need to overturn the mandate to persecute me before America is destroyed forever.
Also, if states in the US can pass marijuana laws in defiance of federal laws, then states can pass laws making them defiant of the bubble.
States can make freedom of speech legal. States can make the right to assemble and associate legal. They are supposed to be anyway because they are in the US Constitution.
States can make rape and torture illegal. States can make slavery illegal. States can make persecution illegal. Are they not supposed to be anyway?
States can pass laws to make brainwashing speakers in ear canals illegal. States can pass laws to take contaminated food and drink products off the shelves. Is it not their job to protect the public?
Come on, states. We can make it legal for me to marry my husband state by state just like we are doing with gay marriage. Some state somewhere must want me to be safe. We can fix this on the state level, too.
My brave rescuers, is there any way I could ever thank you enough for everything you sacrifice for me? Do you have any idea how much you mean to me? It is getting cold. It will snow soon. Please stay safe. Please stay warm. I trust you to rescue me.
My beautiful world, I would be nothing without all of you. I live in a bubble in the dark. All I can do is send messages out into the ether, and you always listen. When I need something I ask, and you provide. This is why I will spend the rest of my life serving you, my beautiful world, with all my mind and all my heart.
SynSyn, I keep you so busy. Please audit my finances with Wells Fargo. My money goes directly from Liberty Mutual and Social Security to my father's account with Wells Fargo. He committed fraud to arrange this and commits fraud to maintain it. Please audit that money. You can find his account by tracing from what account money is transfered into my account with Wells Fargo.
My mother told me my father, Tom Varilek, spent some of my money on lawyers fees. All of my lawyers inside the bubble have been court appointed and paid for by the county. So, find out how much of my own money he spent on his own lawyers.
Also, do you remember how I was unlawfully imprisoned in a torture facility in San Diego earlier this year at Tom's request? He had me transported to more unlawful detention in Iowa from California against my will. I was insisting that I be sent to you and my husband instead. Tom spent my money on transporting me against my will, so he could continue his crimes against me in Iowa.
Please sue his ass off for all of this. Put him in prison for the rest of his life. Make sure he pays for the transportation and his own lawyers himself. It is further evidence he is incompetent at managing my finances.
Also, it is my understanding that he was convicted for crimes against me, but his crimes have not stopped yet. He still has illegal control of my finances. This means we get to press charges against him again for crimes committed against me AFTER he was convicted.
It is not double jeopardy if it is for the crimes AFTER what he was convicted for. He is still committing the fraud that gave him control of my finances to begin with. Every time a check for my money is deposited in his account, he has committed fraud. Press charges for all crimes he commits AFTER his conviction.
We need a cease and desist to take my finances away from him. We also need civil and criminal charges to get my finances inside the bubble into my hands.
I love you, SynSyn. Thank you for everything you do for me. Do you really want to go shopping together when we finally get to be together? I was thinking about getting clothes tailor made for you instead. But I guess we will still need all sorts of other things BFFs go shopping for together.
Also, Synny, in case they do succeed at killing me, I trust you to fill the spiritual gap that will be left after my assassination. Keep this planet together with love. When in doubt, trust yourself. Trust your instincts. Trust your heart. You are smarter than you realize; trust your BFF to know.
Sweetness, absolutely nothing makes me happier than you. Did you get to see how much this made me smile? To say I appreciate you and everything you do for me is an understatement. Why does the phrase 'I love and adore you' not carry enough mass and density for what I mean when I say it?
I woke up crying this morning and had a complete breakdown while I was watching the news. I am so fat and ugly right now, my darling. The years of chemicals and torture have taken a toll on my body, and I am not even slightly attractive anymore. I spend so much time convinced you could never love me because I am so fat and ugly now.
Part of me knows you love me. You did start a land war just to be with me. But so much of me has no idea what you see in me. What could a man like you ever see in some hated, ugly woman like me?
I know most of these feelings of self-worthlessness come from the unrelentingly persecution I endure. But I woke up crying this morning because of this, had a complete and utter breakdown, and cried all day over not being able to keep you.
Sweetness, I do not need you to tell me you think I am beautiful to look at. You have not seen me since March 2010 and will never convince me I am anything but ugly. Darling, you need to convince me you would love me even if I had an elephant trunk coming out of my forehead. I really need reassurances that you will always love me.
It is not like people are knocking down my door trying to convince me to cheat on you. That is something you will never need to worry about. I had two chances to cheat on you; one was Jamiroquai in Liverpool in 2010, and the other was an MI6 agent not so long ago. And no one, absolutely no one, can turn me head away from you.
Technically, Jamiroquai found me at Lime Street Station before I was ugly from the first torture facility, but he offered me a safe place to stay as an alternative to jail or commitment if I would just sleep with him. And I could not.
The MI6 agent had orders to sleep with me. I humored the idea just to have a bodyguard keep me safe while I slept for the first time since Cuddlebuddy in 2009. But even a promise of physical safety could not make me cheat on you, my love.
My beloved, there is no chance you will ever lose me. What I am worried about is that I will lose you. I look nothing like the woman you fell in love with in DFW in June 2009. You are a movie star, and I am so fat and ugly. Please. I need you to convince me you will still love me after you see me.
Here is my latest blog post. Thank you, my beautiful world, for everything you do for me. I would be nothing without you.
Philippines. Earlier this week, a typhoon ravaged the islands of the Philippines. Over 500 have been found dead and many more are still missing. If you are concerned for the people of the Philippines affected by Typhoon Bopha, you can always donate to the International Red Cross. Click here to learn more.
Egypt. People of Egypt, you are making real progress towards having a constitution that builds the government all people in your country need. You need to make sure you all have a voice in the drafting of the constitution you ratify. Your voices are being heard on this topic. Your protests are effective, but please try to not turn to violence. Too many of you have died already.
Syria. Where will al Assad draw the line? How far will he go? He has already mixed the sarin gas, a toxic nerve gas that can kill with only a drop. I do not even know what Assad thinks he is fighting for; his legitimacy is already completely gone. Look at everything he has already done and at what little the world has done to stop him. Why would he ever draw the line?
Northern Ireland. Okay, my Irish and British friends, we can do this. We can create peace in Northern Ireland. You need to keep peace as your goal and let these things creating tensions among you drive peace instead of manifest as violence. We can do this.
Los Angeles. My husband and I have spoken, and we have decided to sink our roots in Los Angeles. The kids go to school there, after all, and California has been my home since 1999 when I first moved there. Synny, that means, when you are ready, please build my offices in Los Angeles. I keep you so busy, I know.
No, it is not immediately safe for me to live in the United States right now, though. So, my darling beloved will need to figure out where we live after I am rescued and before the bubble is burst in America. At the current rate things are going, Americans will not have Constitutional rights until September 2013 even if I die first. My beloved, please choose wisely. We had some bad luck internationally in 2010.
As for Des Moines, it is ammonia making the city water poisonous. The rules are still enforced here, and the persecution and torture are the most likely things to destroy me.
I cannot tell sometimes if the locals are evil or uninformed or both. I had what would have been a delightful conversation with a lady today, but she insisted she did not know who my husband is which I found vicious and evil. But she had no idea about the ammonia and was drinking it. Keeping these people in the dark like this is a crime in and of itself. At least my beautiful world stays informed.
My beautiful world, I am so grateful to you for everything you do for me. Thank you so much for taking over driving my rescue. It was impossible for me to do so alone from inside the bubble. I am so greatly relieved for all of your help with this. I have needed you all to take more control for so long. THANK YOU!
My beautiful world, can you also do something more for me? Can you sit down Congress and explain to them that the situation I live in is black and white? They have to overturn the mandate keeping me in this bubble literally before it kills or destroys me. We need them to overturn the mandate as soon as possible.
It is the fastest way to save me. It is the only thing that will save America. It is the best thing for the world.
The bubble is a human rights violation against all Americans everywhere. We are all supposed to have the right to assemble and associate (even with me), and we are supposed to have freedom of speech and the freedom of the press in America. Human rights and liberties used to be America's pride and joy. Without them, America is nothing.
Can you imagine what will happen to the United States if I am assassinated or fall apart? America will tear itself apart. And the persecution, torture, and ever-present threat of death wear on me. I am already showing possibly irreparable damage.
Does Congress even know there is a civil war right now? Obama has taken up arms against his own people to be able to persecute me as long as possible. Why is Congress doing nothing to give us all our human rights back?
Please, my beautiful world both inside and outside the United States, sit down Congress and explain to them they have to take action immediately. They need to overturn the mandate to persecute me before America is destroyed forever.
Also, if states in the US can pass marijuana laws in defiance of federal laws, then states can pass laws making them defiant of the bubble.
States can make freedom of speech legal. States can make the right to assemble and associate legal. They are supposed to be anyway because they are in the US Constitution.
States can make rape and torture illegal. States can make slavery illegal. States can make persecution illegal. Are they not supposed to be anyway?
States can pass laws to make brainwashing speakers in ear canals illegal. States can pass laws to take contaminated food and drink products off the shelves. Is it not their job to protect the public?
Come on, states. We can make it legal for me to marry my husband state by state just like we are doing with gay marriage. Some state somewhere must want me to be safe. We can fix this on the state level, too.
My brave rescuers, is there any way I could ever thank you enough for everything you sacrifice for me? Do you have any idea how much you mean to me? It is getting cold. It will snow soon. Please stay safe. Please stay warm. I trust you to rescue me.
My beautiful world, I would be nothing without all of you. I live in a bubble in the dark. All I can do is send messages out into the ether, and you always listen. When I need something I ask, and you provide. This is why I will spend the rest of my life serving you, my beautiful world, with all my mind and all my heart.
SynSyn, I keep you so busy. Please audit my finances with Wells Fargo. My money goes directly from Liberty Mutual and Social Security to my father's account with Wells Fargo. He committed fraud to arrange this and commits fraud to maintain it. Please audit that money. You can find his account by tracing from what account money is transfered into my account with Wells Fargo.
My mother told me my father, Tom Varilek, spent some of my money on lawyers fees. All of my lawyers inside the bubble have been court appointed and paid for by the county. So, find out how much of my own money he spent on his own lawyers.
Also, do you remember how I was unlawfully imprisoned in a torture facility in San Diego earlier this year at Tom's request? He had me transported to more unlawful detention in Iowa from California against my will. I was insisting that I be sent to you and my husband instead. Tom spent my money on transporting me against my will, so he could continue his crimes against me in Iowa.
Please sue his ass off for all of this. Put him in prison for the rest of his life. Make sure he pays for the transportation and his own lawyers himself. It is further evidence he is incompetent at managing my finances.
Also, it is my understanding that he was convicted for crimes against me, but his crimes have not stopped yet. He still has illegal control of my finances. This means we get to press charges against him again for crimes committed against me AFTER he was convicted.
It is not double jeopardy if it is for the crimes AFTER what he was convicted for. He is still committing the fraud that gave him control of my finances to begin with. Every time a check for my money is deposited in his account, he has committed fraud. Press charges for all crimes he commits AFTER his conviction.
We need a cease and desist to take my finances away from him. We also need civil and criminal charges to get my finances inside the bubble into my hands.
I love you, SynSyn. Thank you for everything you do for me. Do you really want to go shopping together when we finally get to be together? I was thinking about getting clothes tailor made for you instead. But I guess we will still need all sorts of other things BFFs go shopping for together.
Also, Synny, in case they do succeed at killing me, I trust you to fill the spiritual gap that will be left after my assassination. Keep this planet together with love. When in doubt, trust yourself. Trust your instincts. Trust your heart. You are smarter than you realize; trust your BFF to know.
Sweetness, absolutely nothing makes me happier than you. Did you get to see how much this made me smile? To say I appreciate you and everything you do for me is an understatement. Why does the phrase 'I love and adore you' not carry enough mass and density for what I mean when I say it?
I woke up crying this morning and had a complete breakdown while I was watching the news. I am so fat and ugly right now, my darling. The years of chemicals and torture have taken a toll on my body, and I am not even slightly attractive anymore. I spend so much time convinced you could never love me because I am so fat and ugly now.
Part of me knows you love me. You did start a land war just to be with me. But so much of me has no idea what you see in me. What could a man like you ever see in some hated, ugly woman like me?
I know most of these feelings of self-worthlessness come from the unrelentingly persecution I endure. But I woke up crying this morning because of this, had a complete and utter breakdown, and cried all day over not being able to keep you.
Sweetness, I do not need you to tell me you think I am beautiful to look at. You have not seen me since March 2010 and will never convince me I am anything but ugly. Darling, you need to convince me you would love me even if I had an elephant trunk coming out of my forehead. I really need reassurances that you will always love me.
It is not like people are knocking down my door trying to convince me to cheat on you. That is something you will never need to worry about. I had two chances to cheat on you; one was Jamiroquai in Liverpool in 2010, and the other was an MI6 agent not so long ago. And no one, absolutely no one, can turn me head away from you.
Technically, Jamiroquai found me at Lime Street Station before I was ugly from the first torture facility, but he offered me a safe place to stay as an alternative to jail or commitment if I would just sleep with him. And I could not.
The MI6 agent had orders to sleep with me. I humored the idea just to have a bodyguard keep me safe while I slept for the first time since Cuddlebuddy in 2009. But even a promise of physical safety could not make me cheat on you, my love.
My beloved, there is no chance you will ever lose me. What I am worried about is that I will lose you. I look nothing like the woman you fell in love with in DFW in June 2009. You are a movie star, and I am so fat and ugly. Please. I need you to convince me you will still love me after you see me.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Hemlock and Corruption
Preface: Same as always… Make sure you favorite or bookmark frisco-squid.blogspot.com, so you can check this blog regularly for new posts. Please read and share them all.
Here is my latest blog post. We take a good look at the corruption in the system, and lay some old lies to rest.
Syria. If al Assad is honestly getting ready to use chemical weapons, we need to find a solution to this crisis and find it fast. He is not the sort of person who will respond to threats or warnings with anything but increased violence. We need to fix the entire problem, and we need to fix it now. What do all of you out there have planned? There is nothing I can do in here that I have not already tried.
As for my life, I was warned Monday morning that the risk is the highest now than ever before for acts of retaliation against me. My enemies are losing control of the house of cards they built, and the risk is huge that they will take revenge upon me. It is very dangerous for me here, now. I trust you, my beautiful world, to save me. I have no one else.
This brings up many of their lies. There are enduring lies that started this summer that I will die faster if I am not tortured. We need to lay this latest onslaught of lies about me to rest. I am scheduled to be tortured again on 13December2012, and we need this avoided at all costs.
I will not die sooner if I am not tortured. The people spreading this lie are the same people who said there would be a nuclear attack against America if I were given my full human rights in 2009. These people have been lying from the start to be able to hurt me as much as possible. Find who started this lie and find who propagated this lie. These are culpable parties we need to hold accountable.
The only real solution to prevent me from being assassinated is to burst the bubble completely, so I can have a husband and bodyguards to keep me safe.
There is only one thing stopping them from killing me right now, and this reason will still be here if I am no longer tortured. It is the absolute doom for Obama and all his conspirators that will descend if I am assassinated. They are just lying to be able to torture me.
Again, the only real solution is to burst the bubble completely. Once they deem the consequences for killing me worth the spite and malice of doing me in, I am dead. If you want me neither assassinated or tortured, you need to burst the bubble completely.
Remember, it is Obama's job to make sure I am neither assassinated nor tortured (nor poisoned nor imprisoned nor raped etc.), and is he doing his job? No, he is not. He is in fact ordering all of the harm that comes to me.
Please find whoever started and whoever spread that lie that I would be assassinated if no longer tortured. Those are the very culpable parties we need to be holding accountable for crimes against me. Their crimes do not end with conspiracy. They only start there.
I understand there has been great progress out there in the world I can neither see nor hear. Obama and Biden are resigning. You have caught some of my doppelgangers who had been sullying my reputation. My BFF has cleared my name and saved my reputation.
The federal government has been found guilty in a court of law thereby awarding me reparations for the crimes committed against me up until that point and starting in 2009. And my beautiful world has started rooting out the corruption.
How bad is it? Obama sends the orders for the crimes committed against me. And there is corruption at every level of the government from DC to Iowa to Polk County to the local government of the City of Des Moines.
Federal government: rules that are designed to destroy every beautiful thing about me are enforced, never-ending libel and twisted reality runs rampant instead of being prosecuted, drugged and contaminated products sold nationwide, speakers in all adults' heads to enslave me and to control them to hurt me and libel me, not allowed control of the vast majority of my finances, enslaving spy equipment in my head instead of bodyguards to keep me safe, own husband not permitted near me, could be assassinated at any minute, orders for all things listed below
State of Iowa: all things above enforced inside Iowa despite the fact they are all against Iowa law
Polk County: life under constant threat of being institutionalized, no control of what finances I should be permitted by the bubble, still being tortured regularly and ruthlessly
City of Des Moines: water supply that is a public health hazard, no body guards permitted, must sleep at night with a webcam watching me to deter attackers in the night, no equal protection for me from physical harm from the local police
What can be done? All of these crimes are committed and ordered by Obama with the intention of causing me as much harm as possible. He does not care how many other people are hurt or made expendable nor how many human rights are violated to be able to hurt me as much as possible.
The only solution is to remove me from all land and territory under Obama's control and influence immediately and then hold each and every culpable party accountable to make the US safe for me to return to some day. Each culpable party for each crime must be identified. Criminal charges must be filed and competently prosecuted.
If you want to take a good look at where all of this corruption comes from, you need to look at how Obama got elected in 2008. He came out of nowhere.
He was a non-tenured professor at Columbia College in Chicago. He spent four years as a junior senator; he did not even finish his first term. And the next thing you know, the man is president. He did not wait for his time after years of service. He did not pay his dues. He was president after only four years as a politician.
The system knew there would be huge backlash against Republicans after President George W. Bush, so the system found a successor who would do everything in office Obama has done. And I have suffered the most because of it.
I have an immediate concern for the poisons right now. Do you remember the chemicals they put in the International Delight coffee drink earlier this year? Every cup of coffee I have found since Monday morning has that same bite to it.
What is in the water? Is it in the coffeemakers? I had three sips of coffee Tuesday morning and was laid up on the couch all afternoon.
I made dinner Tuesday night, and something in the ingredients I used roofied me. It was the ground beef, BBQ sauce, shredded cheese, or tube of Pilsbury Grands. I buy all of my groceries at the local Dahl's grocery store. Has anyone else had problems with any of these products? We need to get all contaminated products taken off the shelves.
I have been having problems with Coca-Cola products lately. The drinks I had from the drink gun at the Star Bar on Ingersoll Ave. and from the fountain at the Subway sandwich shop on Ingersoll Ave. were all contaminated. It felt like LSD, but I am not completely sure. I hate to think Coca-Cola is drugging its customers, but these are my experiences.
Also concerning my suffering, the most recent torture facility actually sent me a bill for torturing and unlawfully imprisoning me...
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My benevolent BFF, you know what to do. Press all charges that you can think of that you can make stick. I recommend fraud and extortion.
SynSyn, I keep you so busy. Thank you for everything you do for me. I am going to need a personal company or non-profit with staff for doing good in the world when I am released from here.
My BFF, I need someone in charge of my PR and image. I need at least three people to take care of the future needs of my brave rescuers out on the lines. We will need to write them references and such.
Synny, We are going to need some method of making money. I have long wanted to start a periodical about speculative realities like the Nazca Lines, Racetrack Playa, and my wings; I once pitched the idea to David Eggers because of all the good work he does. If you can, hire my buddy Christian to start work on Artists in Space, the code name for the TV series idea I have.
My BFF, Christian has wanted to create merchandising for a while. Could you work with him on defining what my pubic image should look like and find some appropriate products to attach to me? My personality feels like the Think Geek site most of the time, but my style fits W Magazine.
Basically, SynSyn, start me a company or some other entity to fit the odds and ends of my life. Thank you for everything you do for me. Let us hope I live to see you in our corporate offices. All profits will go to doing good in the world. I hope people understand that.
My vigilant podcasters, will you please make a podcast out of how emotionally abused I was by Justin and Matt at Wellman's Pub on this last Sunday night? Please include how concerned I was that they not get hurt and how they went out of their way to hurt me afterwards. I told them, "You have a choice. You can either let this topic go, or you can choose to damage me." They both chose to hurt me.
My beautiful world, as always, make some noise. Yes, there has been genius progress out there, but there has been absolutely no improvement to my quality of life in here. All of my suffering continues on, and it has already been four years. Thank you for everything you do for me, my beautiful world. Do not let up until I am treated like a human for the first time since 2009.
My brave rescuers, is it time to try something radical and new? Should you try approaching Des Moines from more than one neighboring state? Do you have enough people to try? I have no idea what you are up against out there. I have no idea whether or not this is even a good suggestion, but try shaking things up out there.
Sweetness, I put a letter in the mail to you Monday night. It should be in Hollywood on Thursday. I know you are very busy, but I mailed you a gift inside the envelope, too. I am particularly concerned that you receive the spare keys to my apartment that I mailed you and that you get to read the postscript in the letter. So, we need to make sure you get my newest love letter.
My hero and my king, I know I am already the stepmother to a beautiful young lady and brave son, but I still want more kids. I am already thirty-five, so I am pushing the time limit on healthy children. Assuming I get a rescue in time, should we be making plans to freeze some of my eggs? I know Congress already tried to extend my bubble another ten years. Will I ever have a chance to have kids?
And, darling, I thought you would be here Monday night. Is everything okay?
P.S. I know how you feel.
Here is my latest blog post. We take a good look at the corruption in the system, and lay some old lies to rest.
Syria. If al Assad is honestly getting ready to use chemical weapons, we need to find a solution to this crisis and find it fast. He is not the sort of person who will respond to threats or warnings with anything but increased violence. We need to fix the entire problem, and we need to fix it now. What do all of you out there have planned? There is nothing I can do in here that I have not already tried.
As for my life, I was warned Monday morning that the risk is the highest now than ever before for acts of retaliation against me. My enemies are losing control of the house of cards they built, and the risk is huge that they will take revenge upon me. It is very dangerous for me here, now. I trust you, my beautiful world, to save me. I have no one else.
This brings up many of their lies. There are enduring lies that started this summer that I will die faster if I am not tortured. We need to lay this latest onslaught of lies about me to rest. I am scheduled to be tortured again on 13December2012, and we need this avoided at all costs.
I will not die sooner if I am not tortured. The people spreading this lie are the same people who said there would be a nuclear attack against America if I were given my full human rights in 2009. These people have been lying from the start to be able to hurt me as much as possible. Find who started this lie and find who propagated this lie. These are culpable parties we need to hold accountable.
The only real solution to prevent me from being assassinated is to burst the bubble completely, so I can have a husband and bodyguards to keep me safe.
There is only one thing stopping them from killing me right now, and this reason will still be here if I am no longer tortured. It is the absolute doom for Obama and all his conspirators that will descend if I am assassinated. They are just lying to be able to torture me.
Again, the only real solution is to burst the bubble completely. Once they deem the consequences for killing me worth the spite and malice of doing me in, I am dead. If you want me neither assassinated or tortured, you need to burst the bubble completely.
Remember, it is Obama's job to make sure I am neither assassinated nor tortured (nor poisoned nor imprisoned nor raped etc.), and is he doing his job? No, he is not. He is in fact ordering all of the harm that comes to me.
Please find whoever started and whoever spread that lie that I would be assassinated if no longer tortured. Those are the very culpable parties we need to be holding accountable for crimes against me. Their crimes do not end with conspiracy. They only start there.
I understand there has been great progress out there in the world I can neither see nor hear. Obama and Biden are resigning. You have caught some of my doppelgangers who had been sullying my reputation. My BFF has cleared my name and saved my reputation.
The federal government has been found guilty in a court of law thereby awarding me reparations for the crimes committed against me up until that point and starting in 2009. And my beautiful world has started rooting out the corruption.
How bad is it? Obama sends the orders for the crimes committed against me. And there is corruption at every level of the government from DC to Iowa to Polk County to the local government of the City of Des Moines.
Federal government: rules that are designed to destroy every beautiful thing about me are enforced, never-ending libel and twisted reality runs rampant instead of being prosecuted, drugged and contaminated products sold nationwide, speakers in all adults' heads to enslave me and to control them to hurt me and libel me, not allowed control of the vast majority of my finances, enslaving spy equipment in my head instead of bodyguards to keep me safe, own husband not permitted near me, could be assassinated at any minute, orders for all things listed below
State of Iowa: all things above enforced inside Iowa despite the fact they are all against Iowa law
Polk County: life under constant threat of being institutionalized, no control of what finances I should be permitted by the bubble, still being tortured regularly and ruthlessly
City of Des Moines: water supply that is a public health hazard, no body guards permitted, must sleep at night with a webcam watching me to deter attackers in the night, no equal protection for me from physical harm from the local police
What can be done? All of these crimes are committed and ordered by Obama with the intention of causing me as much harm as possible. He does not care how many other people are hurt or made expendable nor how many human rights are violated to be able to hurt me as much as possible.
The only solution is to remove me from all land and territory under Obama's control and influence immediately and then hold each and every culpable party accountable to make the US safe for me to return to some day. Each culpable party for each crime must be identified. Criminal charges must be filed and competently prosecuted.
If you want to take a good look at where all of this corruption comes from, you need to look at how Obama got elected in 2008. He came out of nowhere.
He was a non-tenured professor at Columbia College in Chicago. He spent four years as a junior senator; he did not even finish his first term. And the next thing you know, the man is president. He did not wait for his time after years of service. He did not pay his dues. He was president after only four years as a politician.
The system knew there would be huge backlash against Republicans after President George W. Bush, so the system found a successor who would do everything in office Obama has done. And I have suffered the most because of it.
I have an immediate concern for the poisons right now. Do you remember the chemicals they put in the International Delight coffee drink earlier this year? Every cup of coffee I have found since Monday morning has that same bite to it.
What is in the water? Is it in the coffeemakers? I had three sips of coffee Tuesday morning and was laid up on the couch all afternoon.
I made dinner Tuesday night, and something in the ingredients I used roofied me. It was the ground beef, BBQ sauce, shredded cheese, or tube of Pilsbury Grands. I buy all of my groceries at the local Dahl's grocery store. Has anyone else had problems with any of these products? We need to get all contaminated products taken off the shelves.
I have been having problems with Coca-Cola products lately. The drinks I had from the drink gun at the Star Bar on Ingersoll Ave. and from the fountain at the Subway sandwich shop on Ingersoll Ave. were all contaminated. It felt like LSD, but I am not completely sure. I hate to think Coca-Cola is drugging its customers, but these are my experiences.
Also concerning my suffering, the most recent torture facility actually sent me a bill for torturing and unlawfully imprisoning me...
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My benevolent BFF, you know what to do. Press all charges that you can think of that you can make stick. I recommend fraud and extortion.
SynSyn, I keep you so busy. Thank you for everything you do for me. I am going to need a personal company or non-profit with staff for doing good in the world when I am released from here.
My BFF, I need someone in charge of my PR and image. I need at least three people to take care of the future needs of my brave rescuers out on the lines. We will need to write them references and such.
Synny, We are going to need some method of making money. I have long wanted to start a periodical about speculative realities like the Nazca Lines, Racetrack Playa, and my wings; I once pitched the idea to David Eggers because of all the good work he does. If you can, hire my buddy Christian to start work on Artists in Space, the code name for the TV series idea I have.
My BFF, Christian has wanted to create merchandising for a while. Could you work with him on defining what my pubic image should look like and find some appropriate products to attach to me? My personality feels like the Think Geek site most of the time, but my style fits W Magazine.
Basically, SynSyn, start me a company or some other entity to fit the odds and ends of my life. Thank you for everything you do for me. Let us hope I live to see you in our corporate offices. All profits will go to doing good in the world. I hope people understand that.
My vigilant podcasters, will you please make a podcast out of how emotionally abused I was by Justin and Matt at Wellman's Pub on this last Sunday night? Please include how concerned I was that they not get hurt and how they went out of their way to hurt me afterwards. I told them, "You have a choice. You can either let this topic go, or you can choose to damage me." They both chose to hurt me.
My beautiful world, as always, make some noise. Yes, there has been genius progress out there, but there has been absolutely no improvement to my quality of life in here. All of my suffering continues on, and it has already been four years. Thank you for everything you do for me, my beautiful world. Do not let up until I am treated like a human for the first time since 2009.
My brave rescuers, is it time to try something radical and new? Should you try approaching Des Moines from more than one neighboring state? Do you have enough people to try? I have no idea what you are up against out there. I have no idea whether or not this is even a good suggestion, but try shaking things up out there.
Sweetness, I put a letter in the mail to you Monday night. It should be in Hollywood on Thursday. I know you are very busy, but I mailed you a gift inside the envelope, too. I am particularly concerned that you receive the spare keys to my apartment that I mailed you and that you get to read the postscript in the letter. So, we need to make sure you get my newest love letter.
My hero and my king, I know I am already the stepmother to a beautiful young lady and brave son, but I still want more kids. I am already thirty-five, so I am pushing the time limit on healthy children. Assuming I get a rescue in time, should we be making plans to freeze some of my eggs? I know Congress already tried to extend my bubble another ten years. Will I ever have a chance to have kids?
And, darling, I thought you would be here Monday night. Is everything okay?
P.S. I know how you feel.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Fiscal Cliff
Preface: Same as always… Make sure you favorite or bookmark frisco-squid.blogspot.com, so you can check this blog regularly for new posts. Please read and share them all.
Here is my latest blog post. Compromise is possible on the fiscal cliff in Washington, DC. But if I bring it, you will need to acknowledge my hard work.
Warren Buffet does not like paying a lower tax rate than his secretary. Here in the US, we have indexed income taxes, so Mr. Buffet's tax rate is only lower than his secretary's because he has income from places other than a paycheck for doing his job. Thusly, raising income taxes on the wealthy will not change Warren Buffet's tax rate, so that it is higher than his secretary's.
If you want to increase taxes on wealthy Americans, you have to index capital gains taxes. Many wealthy do not take a paycheck from a job. Their real income comes from capital gains, so they pay a lower tax rate on it than if it were a paycheck. Thusly, raising income tax will not raise revenue like raising the capital gains taxes on the wealthiest Americans would.
Congress, please try this on as a compromise. It is not an income tax increase. It is closing a loophole.
But you cannot just raise revenue, you have to cut spending, too. There is just far too much national debt for the spending to continue. I recommend no longer enforcing the bubble; that has wasted BILLIONS of taxpayer dollars, and for what? So Obama can destroy me from being an intelligent and benevolent force in the world any longer! Cutting this spending is a great place to start.
Also, we need to reform Social Security and Medicare. Note that I said reform not cut. We need to modernize them not to necessarily make them relevant in the current global economy but more to make them a healthy part of the new global economy. We need to prepare Social Security and Medicare for the future if we want them to survive.
And where is Obama during all of this? He is out on the road surrounding himself with people who love him laying out the things he is demanding and will not compromise on instead of sitting in his office in DC having the difficult talks necessary to solve this fiscal cliff problem. Instead of compromising on anything, Obama has drawn a line in the sand and left town. You cannot blame me; I did not vote for him.
As for my life, I am showing signs that Iowa under orders from Obama is destroying me. Saturday I had a break down and yelled at my mother about how horrible Des Moines is. She had offered to take me shopping, but all I could do was feel the hatred of all the people around me. The damage the torture and persecution causes me is showing.
This is from my current letter to my Sweetness...
...If all of this progress out there cannot get me any human rights in here, will anything be able to help me? The persecution just wears on me. I am the most shat upon person in US history. It has made me the most famous person on the planet. And a woman in this chocolate shop (In my safe haven chocolate shop, of all places!) asked me my name yesterday afternoon. It is not that I am ignored. It is that these people go out of their way to hurt me as much as possible!
...I work all day every day doing good in the world. I want nothing for myself but my full human rights back. (That is what the lawsuits are for. We level back-breaking punishments to get my human rights enforced.) Unrelenting persecution and slavery has made me famous, and the vicious locals refuse to acknowledge me and my suffering.
She asked me my name. She asked me my name! After everything I have suffered through because of obedient monsters like her, she caused me the further damage of claiming she didn't know who I was and pretending that I have never suffered unrelentingly in the public eye FOR FOUR YEARS!
...I exist. My suffering exists. I need to be acknowledged or the rules will destroy everything beautiful about me. I am a fellow human in this world. I deserve so much better than the way Iowa treats me. Yes, the unrelenting persecution does nothing but wear on me and damage me more every day.
It is not that these people do not recognize me. It is that they go out of their way to harm me. I suffer in the public eye. Pretending it does not happen just causes me that much more damage.
I am real. My suffering is real. The burden I bear in this world is real. The longer I am persecuted by Obama, the more damage he will cause me.
I do not believe anything will ever convince Iowa to treat me like a human. The best thing to do is save me from Iowa. Please save me from Obama and all of the inhumane and cruel monsters who do not have enough moral objections to his persecution, slavery, rape, and torture to save me themselves.
SynSyn, how is the legal action coming along? As long as the locals are obeying the rules and persecuting me, they are not broken from harming me yet. I have asked the world to instruct Iowans on how to behave around me to stop them from destroying me, but nothing has worked. Please do everything possible to save me. Thank you for every beautiful thing you do for me.
My beautiful world, make noise. Put the pressure on Washington to get me out of here and treated as a human before the persecution and torture takes away everything beautiful about me. I endure nothing but more and more damage every day in here. Something has to happen to save me. Please make noise, my beautiful world, make noise.
My brave rescuers, I understand everything you are sacrificing to save me. I will spend the rest of my life turning this world into the beautiful vision you fight for. I know the burden I carry. And I know it is no burden at all to serve a beautiful world with all my being for the rest of my life. Thank you for giving me the chance.
Sweetness, I am sensing a trend. I love the hat. I am so very glad to see you rocking out. Creating awareness takes many forms, and rock star is definitely one of them. I cannot wait for the days you and your guitar can make me dance.
P.S. ...miles to go before I sleep...
Here is my latest blog post. Compromise is possible on the fiscal cliff in Washington, DC. But if I bring it, you will need to acknowledge my hard work.
Warren Buffet does not like paying a lower tax rate than his secretary. Here in the US, we have indexed income taxes, so Mr. Buffet's tax rate is only lower than his secretary's because he has income from places other than a paycheck for doing his job. Thusly, raising income taxes on the wealthy will not change Warren Buffet's tax rate, so that it is higher than his secretary's.
If you want to increase taxes on wealthy Americans, you have to index capital gains taxes. Many wealthy do not take a paycheck from a job. Their real income comes from capital gains, so they pay a lower tax rate on it than if it were a paycheck. Thusly, raising income tax will not raise revenue like raising the capital gains taxes on the wealthiest Americans would.
Congress, please try this on as a compromise. It is not an income tax increase. It is closing a loophole.
But you cannot just raise revenue, you have to cut spending, too. There is just far too much national debt for the spending to continue. I recommend no longer enforcing the bubble; that has wasted BILLIONS of taxpayer dollars, and for what? So Obama can destroy me from being an intelligent and benevolent force in the world any longer! Cutting this spending is a great place to start.
Also, we need to reform Social Security and Medicare. Note that I said reform not cut. We need to modernize them not to necessarily make them relevant in the current global economy but more to make them a healthy part of the new global economy. We need to prepare Social Security and Medicare for the future if we want them to survive.
And where is Obama during all of this? He is out on the road surrounding himself with people who love him laying out the things he is demanding and will not compromise on instead of sitting in his office in DC having the difficult talks necessary to solve this fiscal cliff problem. Instead of compromising on anything, Obama has drawn a line in the sand and left town. You cannot blame me; I did not vote for him.
As for my life, I am showing signs that Iowa under orders from Obama is destroying me. Saturday I had a break down and yelled at my mother about how horrible Des Moines is. She had offered to take me shopping, but all I could do was feel the hatred of all the people around me. The damage the torture and persecution causes me is showing.
This is from my current letter to my Sweetness...
...If all of this progress out there cannot get me any human rights in here, will anything be able to help me? The persecution just wears on me. I am the most shat upon person in US history. It has made me the most famous person on the planet. And a woman in this chocolate shop (In my safe haven chocolate shop, of all places!) asked me my name yesterday afternoon. It is not that I am ignored. It is that these people go out of their way to hurt me as much as possible!
...I work all day every day doing good in the world. I want nothing for myself but my full human rights back. (That is what the lawsuits are for. We level back-breaking punishments to get my human rights enforced.) Unrelenting persecution and slavery has made me famous, and the vicious locals refuse to acknowledge me and my suffering.
She asked me my name. She asked me my name! After everything I have suffered through because of obedient monsters like her, she caused me the further damage of claiming she didn't know who I was and pretending that I have never suffered unrelentingly in the public eye FOR FOUR YEARS!
...I exist. My suffering exists. I need to be acknowledged or the rules will destroy everything beautiful about me. I am a fellow human in this world. I deserve so much better than the way Iowa treats me. Yes, the unrelenting persecution does nothing but wear on me and damage me more every day.
It is not that these people do not recognize me. It is that they go out of their way to harm me. I suffer in the public eye. Pretending it does not happen just causes me that much more damage.
I am real. My suffering is real. The burden I bear in this world is real. The longer I am persecuted by Obama, the more damage he will cause me.
I do not believe anything will ever convince Iowa to treat me like a human. The best thing to do is save me from Iowa. Please save me from Obama and all of the inhumane and cruel monsters who do not have enough moral objections to his persecution, slavery, rape, and torture to save me themselves.
SynSyn, how is the legal action coming along? As long as the locals are obeying the rules and persecuting me, they are not broken from harming me yet. I have asked the world to instruct Iowans on how to behave around me to stop them from destroying me, but nothing has worked. Please do everything possible to save me. Thank you for every beautiful thing you do for me.
My beautiful world, make noise. Put the pressure on Washington to get me out of here and treated as a human before the persecution and torture takes away everything beautiful about me. I endure nothing but more and more damage every day in here. Something has to happen to save me. Please make noise, my beautiful world, make noise.
My brave rescuers, I understand everything you are sacrificing to save me. I will spend the rest of my life turning this world into the beautiful vision you fight for. I know the burden I carry. And I know it is no burden at all to serve a beautiful world with all my being for the rest of my life. Thank you for giving me the chance.
Sweetness, I am sensing a trend. I love the hat. I am so very glad to see you rocking out. Creating awareness takes many forms, and rock star is definitely one of them. I cannot wait for the days you and your guitar can make me dance.
P.S. ...miles to go before I sleep...
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