The Update for the Day

Sadly, yesterday I learned that I am required to pay £2 to check a movie out of the library system here in Liverpool. Having 4 pence total on me right now, I unfortunately was not able to borrow the first "Sex in the City" movie. I did, however, check out books on how to learn both French and German. If I have a few extra minutes today, I hope to put some poetry books on reserve while I am here. I only get to have one escorted hour a day outside of the quack ward, so we'll see if I get around to it before being forced to return [without causing a scene refusal].

I sent this email message yesterday.

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from Squid Varilekova
to info@presstv.com

date Thu, Jul 29, 2010 at 11:08 AM
subject My internet access is so speculative that I could find no place to comment on your website itself.

Greetings,

I wanted to thank you for the interview with the President of Iran today. It was almost mythical in its ability to inform the people of this world. Please take care.

Words from my heart to your mind,
Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
a.k.a.
Squid Bedlam Varilekova

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"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again."

--Romeo
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Apparently, the message did not go through because I found this in my inbox today.


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Also, I am expecting a package to arrive anon. My mom just forwarded my debit card to me from my parents' address in the States. Here is the current tracking information for the USPS package. It should be here today.


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Current Track & Confirm e-mail information provided by the U.S. Postal Service.

Label Number: EG03 0678 042U S

Service Type: Express Mail PO-Add

Shipment Activity Location Date & Time
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International Dispatch UNITED STATES 07/27/10 6:32pm

Arrival UNITED STATES 07/27/10 6:29pm

Processed through Sort DES MOINES IA 50318 07/26/10 2:40pm
Facility

Acceptance DES MOINES IA 50309 07/26/10 12:20pm

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Other than all of that, the quack ward is slowly becoming more hospitable. The only worries I have left is the way the late night and early morning tea service puffs me out as if I am become bloated on drugs (or cyanide), the way I became injected with a 3-month stick of testosterone under my skin in a very female area of my body the last time I slept in the female only ward instead of a common area, the way I am sexually violated EVERY TIME I sleep in the female only ward, the fact my "doctor" has no medical degree, and the way the radiators in the TV lounge and Female Only Ward all bleed unbreathable air. I find myself walking around opening windows at night, so no one will suffocate. Also, my only incoming mail still comes only from my government-sent solicitor for medical malpractice (who still has not managed to have me sent home nor to my husband), the UKBA, the NHS, or my mother. All of my other mail, gifts, flowers, etc... never arrive or are all stolen if they do.


And now, three fun links!

We all have an electromagnetic field. (It is more common than most people realize.)
Here, we are the red pieces on the chess board. (Cute couple, huh?)
This is a cousin of mine in Hawaii. (Yeah, he has been working on sustainability of indigenous and non-invasive species for quite some time.)

Did Somebody Hussle My Husband?

Is my physical rescue not here yet because some false supporters ripped off my husband? If anybody says "Wait," or "Delay," they are part of the problem. Suss out the sources and activate the resuce operation. I would deal with them and this myself, but I spend my days locked into a still active torture facility. Please deal with this effectively and keep telling all locals to stay out of the rescuers', my heroes', way when they come to get me to safety in order to PREVENT all violence.

We all know that once I am removed from England, they will finally be stopped from committing international crimes concerning me. Until I am physically removed, every moment, every hour, every day I spend in here is another moment, another hour, another day of the British breaking international laws with me as the victim. My immediate physical removal from this situation and placement in a country that can actually guarantee my human rights in full is in the best interests of everybody... even the criminals. Sadly, they care so little of their own rights to take care of this themselves.

Now, I know this blog post is short, but I only have one hour here at the library today. Please take care, and thank you for reading.

I am online for an entire hour today!

I am back again here at the Toxteth library in Liverpool across the street from the torture facility. I am madly trying to catch up and get up to speed out here... get myself and others up to speed, that is.

My Body and I Generate Energy Like an Electric Eel when Necessary.

As a result, I have a higher necessary daily caloric intake than most people with my BMI. There is never enough food in this building for me. We get a cold breakfast at 8am. We get a hot lunch and a hot dinner at noon and 5pm, respectively, and then we get tea and coffee and cookies and toast at 10pm. Can ANY adult live on that low of a daily caloric intake? Every person in this facility with the freedom to leave the building on occassion goes out and buys more food with his or her own money.

Yes, my body generates energy in more visible quantities than most other people, but all that means around here is that I spend part of most days almost doubled over with hunger pains. I need to switch from the healthier foods I prefer to the ones with higher calories per unit volume. What I worry about most if I do that, though, is my nutritional intake.

I like the way healthy tastes... except for seafood... including freshwater. I know seafood is very healthy, but I have never liked its flavor. It's a personal quirk of mine. I used to waver on amphibious creatures like gecko, duck, or alligator that can sometimes live in or on water. I now take all amphibious creatures on a recipe by recipe basis.

If they pretend they cannot feed me enough untainted foodstuffs while in this building to constitute humane treatment due to any sort of lack of finances, they will learn that they do not want to talk money with me. How much money has the government of the UK spent on this campaign of terror against its own people already? How much money have they spent on personal persecution against me alone so far? I know they have the bookkeeping and deposit slips to prove their own culpability. Tell them not to test my abilities to bring down a terror regime with basic math.

A papertrail is called a trail for a reason. Clearly, the government around here cannot be trusted with its own people's taxes. Look where they actually spend them. Do they spend money on growing their own economy? Or do they spend money putting torture chips into people's ear canals in order to make and keep them podpeople? Somebody needs to break this government of its abilities and public permission to do nothing but oppress, harm, and torture its own population... not to mention its enslaved political hostages like myself.

Last night while pretending to be a medical facility, the night nurses refused to call for a doctor for me while I was enduring emergency-level pain. Wait, I thought we were in a medical facility; doesn't that mean there needs to be at least one doctor here at all times? They confirmed for all people able to witness that all patients here are actively denied ALL ACTUAL medical attention. When I confronted a member of the night staff myself this morning about why no doctor was sent for at all during the night, he told me in an angry voice something along the lines of (We all know I paraphrase but keep concepts correct.), "You lived so far without a doctor."

Huh, "Paul," thanks for the verbal confirmation that I am in a British government run torture facility operated and supervised by the Secret Service (domestic). We all knew that one already, but it was nice to finally see somebody acknowledge it to my face. I hope his stupidity at making me angry made its way into some sort of official report... with or without all of its accurate context.


THE OUTGOING MAIL UPDATE

My previously described mail for Mr. Jasper Fforde c/o his publishers in London will be in the outgoing mail from this building tomorrow morning. They pick up the mail here almost first thing. It is usually out the door by 8:30 AM. I have another batch of mail in the works. If I get enough dancing in, I should be able to have enough mental concentration afterwards in one place to also get an envelope in the mail to my dear, old friend in London named Mr. Samuel Shi c/o his magazine on Gough Square.

I met Samuel in a bar named Specs while he was in San Francisco in late 2006 for his dear old poet friend Sargon's funeral. Though very popular among Middle Eastern cultural figures in the English-speaking world, when I met him, he considered himself a better translator than poet or writer. The mission of Banipal Magazine, which he founded himself, was to create a cultural understanding between the Middle East and the rest of the world. From what I can tell, he has been very busy lately doing what he does best in this world.

As I said, I hope to have an envelope ready for him, too, to go out tomorrow morning. Otherwise, I will tell all of you when it does go out. With any luck, I will be allowed to deliver it in person once it is finished. Let's hope that a humane-enough, if not logical-enough, gesture by the current faschist, terrorist regime manifests itself as soon as possible and allows me out the door and into the arms of my home, San Francisco. So much healing needs to happen in this world, not just in me.

Still Compulsively Honest and Still Prone to Understatement: The Previous Post Continued -- They Somehow Cut me Off.

The behaviors of the nursing staff after all of this happened yesterday has been even more sad and pathetic than usual. They tried to make an open display that once on one day during my illegal incarceration here there was actually enough food for me to eat for one day. Not only was their effort to look like a nursing staff at all a sign of their complete incompetence, but their act of providing food was even incompetent in and of itself. It released more truth about the operating of this facility than they wanted made international knowledge.

The behaviors of fake patients in here with me has been mixed. Some of the fake patients have been coming around to just doing what is right instead of what they are controlled into doing. One has just decided to verbally abuse me, infiltrate my personal space supposedly casually around my lady parts, and insult me by pretending she doesn't do any of it. She calls herself Lucy. Another fake lady patient in here pretends that choosing foods to eat in front of me can turn me into either a lesbian or a ranting lunatic. I am worth so much more than half-backsided insults like these from anyone.

The behaviors of my fellow inmates has stayed absolutely spectacular.

After my plea to the local police for physical safety and for, at least, the human rights guaranteed to a human in police custody, there have been little signs of the police in here. This is an obvious sign that the local police are being denied even the chance to stick their heads in the door here in order to determine of anything needs to be done about preventing any public unrest. I wonder whose bad decision that one was.

Please, tell my dad that I asked the heads of Tesco to send my father's day card to him for me. Please also tell my mom to stop worrying so much. I WILL find my way back home to the US as soon as possible. I know she is worried about my physical safety while locked in here.

I chose not to sleep last night except for a 1.5 hours nap in a chair in the common area. If you were raped every time you slept in front of a television or even more violently when you would sleep in the bed they enforce that you sleep in, you would choose not to sleep as well. They have a tendency to come by and shut off the TVs before harming me when I sleep in front of them hoping for safety.


MY OUTGOING MAIL UPDATE

I am about to finish an envelope of mail to a Welsh author I have been trying to read while in here. If the complete barrage of tortures in here had not already almost completely stunted what I have left as an attention span, I might have already finished his second book in his Nursery Crime Division series by now. In the envelope with Mr. Jasper Fforde's letter, I am also including some mail for Mos Def, U2, Eddie Izzard, Liam Neeson, and the Fiennes siblings that I am asking him kindly to deliver for me. I trust that my mail always goes through to where it belongs.


THE GOVERNMENT OF THE UKs BIG THREE

Now, in recap, the three BIGGEST tortures and atrocities committed against my person while here in this clearly mislabeled torture facility still parading as a medical facility from slightly less evil to most evil:

1.) Pinpoint radiation torture that follows me through all parts of this building and walled in yard and that they particularly crank up when I do effective things to solve ANY world problems, especially my own internationally illegal incarceration here
2.) Rape and violent rape whenever I sleep
3.) Holding me down and sticking chemicals into my body with needles inserted into my beautiful backside in order to punish me for standing up for myself every time they push me into defending myself

The effects of their forced injections into me include these five things:
a.) Removal of the ability of my mind to think clearly
b.) If I even have the ability to form a thought, the injections remove my ability to articulate the thought into any form of human expression.
c.) Body contortions into inhuman shapes due to involuntary muscle contractions
d.) Demolition of my metabolism that leaves me with no appetite for food and a circulation so low that my ankles swell
e.) Disconnection between me and the energies of the natural world

Gladly, they have slowed down their abilities to locate enough cajones to inflict their non-medically used prescription-level injections on me as often as usual as of late.

One More Day, So Many More Atrocities Committed Against Me... Why Can't They at least Find New Ones to Use?

I caught wiff while here in this facility yesterday that the local medical community formed a Tribunal to make a decision of some sort about how to pretend to justify being able to physically detain me in this more than obvious torture facility for a longer period of time. They decided, apparently, that they should be allowed an extra sixty days of illegally incarcerating me while committing human rights atrocities against me in order to make a decision eventually on how to justify it all. That is, they want another sixty days to cause me (through their barrage of clearly defined tortures while simultaneously denying me all medical care) to have a complete medical breakdown in order to pretend they have a legal reason to keep me in a medical facility.

They must have filled the "Green Room" with medical professionals in order to accomplish this. Why didn't they allow me in to speak to me about my own health? I wasn't even supposed to be allowed to know that any of it ever happened. As a better questions, if enough actual psychiatrists were here to form a Tribunal at all, why didn't they just medically treat me? They were here in the building, anyway.

Oh, and what was their public justification for enforcing that I spend sixty more days in this literal torture facility? They documented the reason for requiring sixty more days of my illegal incarceration here as needing more time to justify AT ALL detaining me under a Section 3 of the Mental Health Act of 1983, and they justified needing more time on the fact they know so little about my (lack of) need for mental health care right now. Huh... But they were the ones refusing to allow any psychiatrist to assess me and the ones who denied me any ability to speak at the Tribunal myself.

I think the local medical community INVOLVED in the Tribunal have just deemed all of their conclusions completely non-binding, deemed themselves as NO authority on any of these topics, and deemed themselves as non-credible on all legal topics particularly those specialized in the medical field. All they had to do was their real jobs. Why would they even pretend that anyone would have ever fallen for it? I hope we have all of their names, addressed, and credentials.

Oddly, I have only granted them any permission to contact my "nearest relative" whom they themselves say is my mother, Mrs. Dinadar Albon Varilek, if I am present for all of their phone calls with her. This was, of course, in order to prevent any more government or medical officials from lying to her ever again. There has been a long history of corrupt government employees of various nations traumatizing my family by lying to them outright. I granted them such limited permission to contact my mom in a legal document of my own creation.

Speaking of which, I still just need one document signed by any psychiatrist involved in this situation in order to travel home to San Francisco. Signing this one document would only involve a psychiatrist's ability to assess whether or not I am capable of sitting in a chair with my seatbelt on. I write most of my legal documents, you see. This one says this:

I _[Insert name of MD here.]_ of _[Insert name of hospital or practice associated with the establish psychiatric doctor here.]_ as a medical doctor specialized in psychaitry do hereby deem through my area of professional expertise that the mental health of Tanya Hedelisa Albon Varilek a.k.a. Squid Bedlam Varilekova as fit to travel by airplane as soon as possible to her home city of San Francisco, California, United States of America.

Signature:
Printed Name:
Date:

Signature of Witness:
Printed Name:
Date:

I have given a few versions of the document detailed above to my medical malpractice lawyer here and to the staff of this facility. My lawyer is doing everything he can fathom to fix my detention here, and he is acting on these things as immediately as possible. He is a treasure this way.

The behaviors of the nursing staff after all of this

It was when the Maps of the Area Showed up Near this Computer for Anyone to Take...

... that it became so clear that my inmates in this torture facility are still without enough truth and reality to know why I am still locked in here at all. They actually think nobody knows where I am to be able to show up and help me. Clearly, they DO have enough reality to know how much help we need in here, though. To make them at least a little happier, I will explicitly tell you that I am here and still denied the ability to reach San Francisco to finally be able to heal...

Windsor House +44 0151 250 5300
40 Upper Parliament Street, Liverpool, L8 7LF

It shouldn't take a thalassocracy to get me to safety, but we have reached the point where I have agreed to "whatever immediate force necessary" myself to end my internationally criminal incarceration here. I am sure that the British people that include the nursing staff here would welcome the opportunity to no longer be able to choose to break international laws through their own conscious. More importantly, I am sure that the British people that include my inmates (also known as, the other patients denied medical care here) would welcome no longer feeling it is necessary to throw their own bodies between me and the source of the radiation torture to bring me at least what little physical safety they can give me by choice themselves in here. I have finally stopped announcing where the radiation comes from to stop them from doing that.

I used to have an inmate in here named Terry. I think he knows where concrete objects containing the radiation torture equipment that is outside of this facility, at least, are located. He might have been asked to build them himself before he was put in here. Terry is a great place to start on where to look for some of the equipment out there, anyway.

I am working on some more snail-mail. It just takes so much more concentration, now, than it used to for me to get these things done. And, I am CONSTANTLY hungry from how much my body has to heal itself these days on its own while I am in here. (Look at that! I am now being threatened by a very fake nurse who wants this computer immediately shut off.)