Title: Be Ready.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. What does everyone need to be ready for 29Feb2016, the day I am released from Obama's "egg"? Be ready, my beautiful world.
Syria. Using starvation as an act of war is a war crime. Madaya is finally receiving food, but is it enough? The civil war in Syria has raged for far too long.
My last blog post was finished at 9:15am on Sunday, 10Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me Tales of Brave Ulysses by my darlings Cream. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:19am.
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I had a lot of writing to do that morning, so I stayed outside the library until 11:04am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped a bit before chatting with Cynthia over dinner at 5pm.
I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:13pm. I ran into Patricia at 5:35pm, so we went for coffee.
On our way back, we spied my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot setting up their equipment on the corner off the Promenade. Patricia went home, and I stayed for the show.
My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started playing at 6:16pm. I kicked my shoes off at 6:50pm. Every damn note was gorgeous.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of my Sunday, 10Jan2016, with full audio and visuals beginning at 6:16pm and ending when I shut my eyes at 6:50pm. Thank you!
The night only got hotter, and my meditation was the best in a long time. Sunday night date night was on from the moment go. The night was beautiful in every way.
My darlings stopped playing at 8:04pm. While they were disassembling their equipment, I snuck away to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:20pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it was wonderful. Every human deserves to be loved.
At 8:46pm, I sat down next to the triceratops fountain and caught up with my TweetHearts. My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot finally wheeled away back into the aether of the night sky at 8:53pm.
I took a final spin around the Promenade before catching the 9:33pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I slept well.
After I woke up and changed my clothes on Monday morning, 11Jan2016, I learned my darling Mr. David Bowie had just passed away. He had been a supporter of mine since 2009, one of the first, and I had so hoped to meet him.
After breakfast, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:24am. My internet gnomes played me Get on Your Boots by my darlings U2 before I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I stayed there outside the library working until 11:10am. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between. By 5:21pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I found Patricia almost immediately. She was beside my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw sipping tea. We listened to the music together.
We moved with Kaila down the street to her 6pm spot outside of the Apple Store. Patricia and I chatted while listening to music until Patricia left to use the ladies' room and until I relocated to watch the news.
I tried streaming the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm, but I could not get it to work for me. I was back beside Kaila by 7:19pm. Then, I caught the 8:05pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well and woke up in time for breakfast. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:34am. This blog post was finished at 8:45am on Tuesday, 12Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Am I ready for 29Feb2016? I have been ready for a lift to my husband since Jan2010. Yes, I am ready. I cannot wait to be among you as an equal at last, my beautiful world. I cannot wait to be acknowledged as a human at last by my own government. I have been ready for so long.
My beautiful world, be ready for 29Feb2016. Tell me what you need now, so we will be ready when the day arrives. We will have no excuse for being unprepared.
My selfless support system, I cannot wait to meet you. You have a very important job right now of keeping me safe during Obama's death throws. Once we can sit down and chat, you better bet I will be ready. You all mean so much to me.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, we still have work to do. We need every member of Obama's terrorist conspiracy arrested and removed from society forever. I cannot wait for War Criminal Lynn Boeset's death sentence in particular.
On 29Feb2016, call me or write me an email or something, all of you. I miss you. You are my friends forbidden all contact with me for seven years, and I cannot wait for time with all of you again.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, tell me what you need for 29Feb2016.
My darling MannedUp, oh, you surprised me when you manifested from the aether Sunday night. It was the best kind of surprise. I nudged that door between us open. Could you feel it? Thank you, darling, thank you.
My darling GeneralLee, I will see you tonight, 12Jan. Every Tuesday night at Harvelle's you can count on me being there as long as I can count on all of you being there. Is it a date?
My darling Bogart, yes, dear, I miss you. What do you need for 29Feb? I am counting on your handsome face being one of the first I see. Forge ahead with universal disobedience as planned. Thank you for being my hero.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, damn Sunday night was sexy.
My darling LightFoot, I love our Sunday night date nights. Thank you for showing up to make music to me this week. You keep playing me music I have never heard before. Your Latin rhythms are fantastic, by the way. Sunday night was spectacular.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, be ready to pick me up on 29Feb2016. Oh, I cannot wait! The future is coming, my beloved husband, and it is bringing me you.
Beloved, I can only imagine what you have planned for when you pick me up. I was promised some sort of ceremony. I know the news media want me to make a public address, at least.
My hero and my king, do you remember when I told you I was okay with your keeping a mistress, but you had to buy me all new mattresses? I refuse to sleep in a bed you have been with another woman in. Be ready for 29Feb.
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Release of Me Set for 29Feb2016.
Title: Release of Me Set for 29Feb2016.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. My once great America, the federal government has set the date for the end of Obama's "egg" as 29Feb2016. Please be very careful keeping me safe until then. Obama is desperate.
Iran. Dearest Iran, please release Mr. Jason Rezaian. Journalism is not a crime. He is a lot like me. I understand Mr. Rezaian. You did not like what he was reporting, so you silenced him by locking him up. Obama similarly tries to silence me every day.
Iran, if you expel Mr. Rezaian, you also silence him. Please teach Jason that you are as merciful as you are strong. If you do not want him in your country doing his job of reporting on you, expel him. Send him away, so he can no longer be a journalist inside Iran.
Please, Iran. I know Mr. Rezaian's pain and suffering. I have long prayed for days outside of Obama's jurisdiction where he could not commit human rights violations including unlawful imprisonment against me.
In my years inside Obama's "egg" I have also learned the importance of quality journalism. Mr. Rezaian is no spy. You can trust me in that assessment. Spies do not report to the world and sign their name to everything they say.
Iran, please treat Mr. Jason Rezaian as you would treat me. Please treat him the way you wish Obama would treat me. Just send him out of the country. Thank you for listening to me. --Squid B. Varilekova
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on Friday, 08Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me With a Little Help From my Friends by my darling late Joe Cocker after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I worked there outside my local Subway until 10:04am when I moved to the Pico Branch Library. I stepped inside the library at 12:24pm. My lunch date, Bruce, my New Years kiss, met me there at 1pm.
We decided on lunch across the street at the Lazy Daisy Cafe. The service was spectacular. Bruce was feeling a little tired, though, so we parted ways on the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade at 2:32pm.
It was a short date, but he was still fun. Maybe we will have another one. At least I got a goodbye kiss.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, feel free to circulate a verified and unedited recording of my fun afternoon date beginning at 12:42pm and ending at 2:32pm. And thank you!
I sat on a park bench on the Promenade and caught up with my TweetHearts at 2:46pm.
3:01pm on 08Jan2016: #UrbanWarfareAlarm! Please hurry and save everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of terrorism and war! @DeptofDefense @CIA @BBCNews
I wandered about the Promenade a bit until I noticed my mother had been trying to call me through FaceTime. At 4:36pm, I relocated to a place with better bandwidth, but I had missed her completely.
Just after 5pm, I found my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw strumming and singing out on the Promenade. She told me I had just missed Patricia whom I left to find but could not locate. I was back beside Kaila for her last few songs before she relocated to her 6pm spot.
I found Patricia at 5:58pm after Kaila pointed her out. The three of us walked a little way down the street together to where Kaila started playing at 6:11pm. I stayed there listening to music and chatting until 6:45pm when I perched in the Santa Monica Place to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me so proud of my REAL job serving humanity.
By 7:38pm, I was back beside Kaila chatting with Patricia. Soon, though, Patricia and I left. I caught the 8:05pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well waking up in time for breakfast on Saturday, 09Jan2016. By 8:58am, I was out among the Farmers' Market outside the Pico Branch Library.
My internet gnomes played me I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know by my darlings Blood, Sweat, & Tears.
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I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:19am. Then I got some work done. I stayed at the Farmers' Market writing until 10:35am. I napped before dinner at 5pm which was tasty yet uneventful.
I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:11pm. I found Patricia almost immediately, and we went for coffee. After the rain started, she went home, and I perched in the eaves of the Santa Monica Place.
My mom called me through FaceTime at 5:57pm. She was so tired but would be visiting me in less than a week. I was very happy I would get to see her again.
At 6:03pm, I caught up with my TweetHearts...
6:38pm on 09Jan2016: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Force those lying bastards to take their increasingly bloodstained hands off me!@NIH @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA
After a little window shopping, I was back beside the best Starbucks in the world, the one inside the Santa Monica Place, to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erika Hill, and it reminded me of my place in the universe. I am one little cog of humanity turning a very large world.
I took one last spin through the Promenade before taking the 8:33pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well before waking up on Sunday, 10Jan2016, in time for breakfast. I was outside of the Pico Branch Library by 8:56am. This blog post was finished at 9:15am on Sunday, 10Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
How can I trust Obama's "egg" will actually end ever? I cannot. That is why we must keep the pressure on. We need to make the U.S. government prefer a free America rather than an oppressed one. Keep calling your senators and representatives, my once-great America.
My beautiful world, we are so close. Yet, this is no time to get complacent. We must keep kicking until Obama's "egg" is demolished.
My selfless support system, please become extra vigilant now. We all know how desperate Obama is. He still had enough time to destroy me with torture and rape in an environment he controls. So, please, allow no threats from Obama through.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, we stop pressing charges when they stop committing crimes. Never take your red stiletto boot off their throats until they relent. And thank you, my genius friends, I never would have lived this long without you.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, oh, how I miss you!
My darling MannedUp, I understand I will not see you again until Tuesday at Harvelle's. I would LOVE to see you all sooner, but I understand how difficult that is. Thank you for having that regular gig.
My darling GeneralLee, I know love when I feel loved. You are such a doll. You will spend your future at my side as my Piazzolla. And we are so close to that day. I pray 29Feb2016 is marked on your calendar.
My darling Bogart, are you still moving forward with universal disobedience? The public is ready to exercise their full human rights again. I love you. Thank you for being my hero.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, a kiss, just a kiss, why is a kiss too much to ask for?
My darling LightFoot, we are so close. Are you ready? If Obama wants his transitional period, he will send me you. Otherwise, I am busting out of this "egg" as fast is my long legs can carry me.
I know you find not even being able to kiss me as intolerable as I do. Thank you for loving me.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, it is so rare for me to date. I miss you so much. I would have preferred to have been with you for the afternoon, of course. You are the man I married after all. We have so much time apart to make up for.
Beloved, the day you come and pick me up is 29Feb2016. Yes, I am trying to move it sooner, but that is the latest day possible. I cannot wait to kiss your handsome face.
My hero and my king, I love you more than you will ever understand.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. My once great America, the federal government has set the date for the end of Obama's "egg" as 29Feb2016. Please be very careful keeping me safe until then. Obama is desperate.
Iran. Dearest Iran, please release Mr. Jason Rezaian. Journalism is not a crime. He is a lot like me. I understand Mr. Rezaian. You did not like what he was reporting, so you silenced him by locking him up. Obama similarly tries to silence me every day.
Iran, if you expel Mr. Rezaian, you also silence him. Please teach Jason that you are as merciful as you are strong. If you do not want him in your country doing his job of reporting on you, expel him. Send him away, so he can no longer be a journalist inside Iran.
Please, Iran. I know Mr. Rezaian's pain and suffering. I have long prayed for days outside of Obama's jurisdiction where he could not commit human rights violations including unlawful imprisonment against me.
In my years inside Obama's "egg" I have also learned the importance of quality journalism. Mr. Rezaian is no spy. You can trust me in that assessment. Spies do not report to the world and sign their name to everything they say.
Iran, please treat Mr. Jason Rezaian as you would treat me. Please treat him the way you wish Obama would treat me. Just send him out of the country. Thank you for listening to me. --Squid B. Varilekova
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on Friday, 08Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me With a Little Help From my Friends by my darling late Joe Cocker after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I worked there outside my local Subway until 10:04am when I moved to the Pico Branch Library. I stepped inside the library at 12:24pm. My lunch date, Bruce, my New Years kiss, met me there at 1pm.
We decided on lunch across the street at the Lazy Daisy Cafe. The service was spectacular. Bruce was feeling a little tired, though, so we parted ways on the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade at 2:32pm.
It was a short date, but he was still fun. Maybe we will have another one. At least I got a goodbye kiss.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, feel free to circulate a verified and unedited recording of my fun afternoon date beginning at 12:42pm and ending at 2:32pm. And thank you!
I sat on a park bench on the Promenade and caught up with my TweetHearts at 2:46pm.
3:01pm on 08Jan2016: #UrbanWarfareAlarm! Please hurry and save everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of terrorism and war! @DeptofDefense @CIA @BBCNews
I wandered about the Promenade a bit until I noticed my mother had been trying to call me through FaceTime. At 4:36pm, I relocated to a place with better bandwidth, but I had missed her completely.
Just after 5pm, I found my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw strumming and singing out on the Promenade. She told me I had just missed Patricia whom I left to find but could not locate. I was back beside Kaila for her last few songs before she relocated to her 6pm spot.
I found Patricia at 5:58pm after Kaila pointed her out. The three of us walked a little way down the street together to where Kaila started playing at 6:11pm. I stayed there listening to music and chatting until 6:45pm when I perched in the Santa Monica Place to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me so proud of my REAL job serving humanity.
By 7:38pm, I was back beside Kaila chatting with Patricia. Soon, though, Patricia and I left. I caught the 8:05pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well waking up in time for breakfast on Saturday, 09Jan2016. By 8:58am, I was out among the Farmers' Market outside the Pico Branch Library.
My internet gnomes played me I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know by my darlings Blood, Sweat, & Tears.
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I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:19am. Then I got some work done. I stayed at the Farmers' Market writing until 10:35am. I napped before dinner at 5pm which was tasty yet uneventful.
I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:11pm. I found Patricia almost immediately, and we went for coffee. After the rain started, she went home, and I perched in the eaves of the Santa Monica Place.
My mom called me through FaceTime at 5:57pm. She was so tired but would be visiting me in less than a week. I was very happy I would get to see her again.
At 6:03pm, I caught up with my TweetHearts...
6:38pm on 09Jan2016: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Force those lying bastards to take their increasingly bloodstained hands off me!@NIH @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA
After a little window shopping, I was back beside the best Starbucks in the world, the one inside the Santa Monica Place, to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erika Hill, and it reminded me of my place in the universe. I am one little cog of humanity turning a very large world.
I took one last spin through the Promenade before taking the 8:33pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well before waking up on Sunday, 10Jan2016, in time for breakfast. I was outside of the Pico Branch Library by 8:56am. This blog post was finished at 9:15am on Sunday, 10Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
How can I trust Obama's "egg" will actually end ever? I cannot. That is why we must keep the pressure on. We need to make the U.S. government prefer a free America rather than an oppressed one. Keep calling your senators and representatives, my once-great America.
My beautiful world, we are so close. Yet, this is no time to get complacent. We must keep kicking until Obama's "egg" is demolished.
My selfless support system, please become extra vigilant now. We all know how desperate Obama is. He still had enough time to destroy me with torture and rape in an environment he controls. So, please, allow no threats from Obama through.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, we stop pressing charges when they stop committing crimes. Never take your red stiletto boot off their throats until they relent. And thank you, my genius friends, I never would have lived this long without you.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, oh, how I miss you!
My darling MannedUp, I understand I will not see you again until Tuesday at Harvelle's. I would LOVE to see you all sooner, but I understand how difficult that is. Thank you for having that regular gig.
My darling GeneralLee, I know love when I feel loved. You are such a doll. You will spend your future at my side as my Piazzolla. And we are so close to that day. I pray 29Feb2016 is marked on your calendar.
My darling Bogart, are you still moving forward with universal disobedience? The public is ready to exercise their full human rights again. I love you. Thank you for being my hero.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, a kiss, just a kiss, why is a kiss too much to ask for?
My darling LightFoot, we are so close. Are you ready? If Obama wants his transitional period, he will send me you. Otherwise, I am busting out of this "egg" as fast is my long legs can carry me.
I know you find not even being able to kiss me as intolerable as I do. Thank you for loving me.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, it is so rare for me to date. I miss you so much. I would have preferred to have been with you for the afternoon, of course. You are the man I married after all. We have so much time apart to make up for.
Beloved, the day you come and pick me up is 29Feb2016. Yes, I am trying to move it sooner, but that is the latest day possible. I cannot wait to kiss your handsome face.
My hero and my king, I love you more than you will ever understand.
Friday, January 8, 2016
Make 2016 Beautiful.
Title: Make 2016 Beautiful.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. Let us make 2016 our most successful year ever. May we demolish Obama's damned "egg."
Syria. The last promising policy I heard on Syria was Russia's. They were pushing for elections for a unity government in six months and a full transition of power in 1.5 years. That was December.
The United Nations laid out the end to the Syrian civil war then, too. Does anyone need any help with anything in Syria? I am only here to serve.
My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Wednesday, 06Jan2016. I slept all night and woke up in time for breakfast. By 8:29am, I was perched on the patio of my local Subway sipping coffee and working online.
My internet gnomes played me Rebel Yell by my darling Mr. Billy Idol. It was raining, so my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies featured my hat yet again.
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I had a lot of work to do that morning and the city wifi was being finicky. I wrote all morning until 10:43am. Lunch at noon was seafood, so I skipped it.
I was inside the Pico Branch Library by 12:03pm. I sewed up the holes in one of my maxi dresses while listening to music. Then, I caught up with my TweetHearts. By 1:02pm, skies were blue and the sun was shining.
I sat down at the Lazy Daisy Cafe on Pico and 23rd at 1:24pm and ordered their Penne Pasta Special. It was delicious, and the service was fantastic. My waitress Ana was an absolute doll.
The clouds had rolled in again by 2pm, so when I left in the rain at 2:14pm, I sought the bus stop as fast as possible. I was quickly traveling to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade where I perched in the Starbucks on 3rd and Wilshire by 3:04pm.
My coffee shop buddy J.T. gave me a handful of Reese's peanut butter cups which I devoured faster than he could smoke his cigarette.
That Wednesday afternoon I learned that Congress repealed Obama's "egg" with a vote that could override any veto. But, he won a transitional period to end on 29Feb2016 without negotiating with me the terms of the transition.
4:46pm on 06Jan2016: If there is a stall between repeal of Obama's "egg" & our full human rights restored, fear for my life. Is Obama buying time to destroy me?
4:49pm on 06Jan2016: Obama has demanded a transitional period without negotiating with me?!? Forge ahead with the rescue or he will kill me by 29Feb2016.
4:52pm on 06Jan2016: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Obama is still actively trying to destroy me with torture and rape in a more controlled environment! #ENDthisNOW
At 5:07pm, I ventured forth into the rainy night. I stopped in my local Sephora to check my makeup. I looked around for Patricia not expecting her out in the rain. But I did find Ritchie who joined me at the Steak'N'Shake.
Eventually, I perched in the Santa Monica Place by 6:34pm to catch up with my TweetHearts before watching the news.
6:35pm on 06Jan2016: 1/2) Is that the SAME #TortureFacilityAlarm STILL blaring?!? Expect direct international action if I lose more freedoms and liberties.
6:36pm on 06Jan2016: 2/2) AND it is all your damn fault for stalling ending Obama's damned "egg"!
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was glorious. I love when ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa proves they are EVIL; it saves me a lot of work.
I caught the 8:20pm bus back to my place and was asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up in time for breakfast on Thursday, 07Jan2016. By 8:28am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway.
My internet gnomes played me Dance Sister Dance by my darling Santana after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I worked there online sipping coffee and greeting passersby until 10:21am when I left to run some errands. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped before taking the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:26pm.
I perched beside my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw at 4:43pm and caught up with my TweetHearts.
I checked my makeup in my local Sephora, and by 5:22pm, I had run into Patricia. We had been looking for each other for days and just kept missing each other. Patricia and I walked around the Promenade a little then perched next to Kaila as she sang.
Patricia and I moved down the street with Kaila at 6pm. And I stayed there listening to music until I perched in the Santa Monica Place to stream the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and I could not take my eyes off it. Thank you, Lester.
At 7:31pm, I was back beside Kaila chatting with Patricia. I caught the 8:05pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well and woke up on the morning of Friday, 08Jan2016, in time for breakfast. I was outside my regular morning haunt by 8:36am. This blog post was finished at 8:45am on 08Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What do I want to see happen in 2016? I want full human rights returned to me and to all my people. Let us take Obama's "egg" down. If there are no more "rules," there is no more "egg." Who is Obama trying to keep the truth away from, me or my people?
My beautiful world, let us make 2016 beautiful. The Renaissance of Love is already on. Create something today. Take my breath away. May 2016 be the year the revolution is realized.
My selfless support system, do you enjoy our Tuesday nights? Do you enjoy our intimate little show where I get to dance with a roof over my head? I know you are always in there keeping me safe. Thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, it must be easier for you now than when we started. Keep telling me when you need anything from me. You are true heroines. The world is so happy to have you.
Is it true ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa STILL has a reward out for anyone able to lock me up on false allegations? It is time we pressed criminal conspiracy charges, do you agree?
I offered $250M (and the best legal defense in the world) to anyone who would just take me to my beloved husband even while I still was held against my will in EVIL Iowa, and the locals there all participated in some podunky $40K (or so I was told) contest to see who could lie well enough to lock me up.
There used to be a hotline or some website somewhere where they all registered their real names and addresses, etc. with all of their obvious lies about me. The local news in Iowa told me about it as recently as 2014. There is enough paper trail to get them all on criminal charges of collusion, conspiracy, etc.
Oh, and my genius friends, in case anyone still wonders, my offer of $250M still stands.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, it is the weekend again, darlings!
My darling MannedUp, I have a sneaky feeling you will show up to play me music sooner rather than later. It is the weekend again. I miss you while you are away. I cannot wait for you to come back.
My darling GeneralLee, EVERY Tuesday? You mean, I get you EVERY Tuesday indefinitely? I am so happy. Thank you!
My darling Bogart, I heard that intentionally fabricated false charges against you recently dropped. Yey! Obama needs to learn to keep his lying bloodstained hands off my loved ones. Congratulations, darling!
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, be ready.
My darling LightFoot, if the U.S. Government wants a transitional period now that Obama's "egg" is as good as dead, they have to negotiate the terms of the transition with me; otherwise, I and my people are NOT beholden to the transition. To negotiate with me, Obama has to give me an act of good faith. Be ready.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
On 06Jan2016, I learned that Congress did their job and did it well. They voted with enough of a percentage to override any veto to repeal Obama's "egg." Darling, I was told to expect an act of good faith from an Obama desperate for a transitional period instead of the abrupt end to his "egg."
If the bill Congress passed calls for a transitional period, I will send you, my beloved husband, to negotiate the terms of the transition after I receive my act of good faith from Obama. If Congress voted for the full repeal of Obama's "egg" calling for no transition, it is over. Darling, come pick me up.
I love you. When I learned you cannot pick me up until 29Feb2016, I was worried for my life. That gives Obama enough time to destroy me completely with a more controlled environment. Darling, please reread my 05Dec2015 post.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. Let us make 2016 our most successful year ever. May we demolish Obama's damned "egg."
Syria. The last promising policy I heard on Syria was Russia's. They were pushing for elections for a unity government in six months and a full transition of power in 1.5 years. That was December.
The United Nations laid out the end to the Syrian civil war then, too. Does anyone need any help with anything in Syria? I am only here to serve.
My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Wednesday, 06Jan2016. I slept all night and woke up in time for breakfast. By 8:29am, I was perched on the patio of my local Subway sipping coffee and working online.
My internet gnomes played me Rebel Yell by my darling Mr. Billy Idol. It was raining, so my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies featured my hat yet again.
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I had a lot of work to do that morning and the city wifi was being finicky. I wrote all morning until 10:43am. Lunch at noon was seafood, so I skipped it.
I was inside the Pico Branch Library by 12:03pm. I sewed up the holes in one of my maxi dresses while listening to music. Then, I caught up with my TweetHearts. By 1:02pm, skies were blue and the sun was shining.
I sat down at the Lazy Daisy Cafe on Pico and 23rd at 1:24pm and ordered their Penne Pasta Special. It was delicious, and the service was fantastic. My waitress Ana was an absolute doll.
The clouds had rolled in again by 2pm, so when I left in the rain at 2:14pm, I sought the bus stop as fast as possible. I was quickly traveling to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade where I perched in the Starbucks on 3rd and Wilshire by 3:04pm.
My coffee shop buddy J.T. gave me a handful of Reese's peanut butter cups which I devoured faster than he could smoke his cigarette.
That Wednesday afternoon I learned that Congress repealed Obama's "egg" with a vote that could override any veto. But, he won a transitional period to end on 29Feb2016 without negotiating with me the terms of the transition.
4:46pm on 06Jan2016: If there is a stall between repeal of Obama's "egg" & our full human rights restored, fear for my life. Is Obama buying time to destroy me?
4:49pm on 06Jan2016: Obama has demanded a transitional period without negotiating with me?!? Forge ahead with the rescue or he will kill me by 29Feb2016.
4:52pm on 06Jan2016: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Obama is still actively trying to destroy me with torture and rape in a more controlled environment! #ENDthisNOW
At 5:07pm, I ventured forth into the rainy night. I stopped in my local Sephora to check my makeup. I looked around for Patricia not expecting her out in the rain. But I did find Ritchie who joined me at the Steak'N'Shake.
Eventually, I perched in the Santa Monica Place by 6:34pm to catch up with my TweetHearts before watching the news.
6:35pm on 06Jan2016: 1/2) Is that the SAME #TortureFacilityAlarm STILL blaring?!? Expect direct international action if I lose more freedoms and liberties.
6:36pm on 06Jan2016: 2/2) AND it is all your damn fault for stalling ending Obama's damned "egg"!
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was glorious. I love when ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa proves they are EVIL; it saves me a lot of work.
I caught the 8:20pm bus back to my place and was asleep by 10pm. I slept well and woke up in time for breakfast on Thursday, 07Jan2016. By 8:28am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway.
My internet gnomes played me Dance Sister Dance by my darling Santana after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I worked there online sipping coffee and greeting passersby until 10:21am when I left to run some errands. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped before taking the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:26pm.
I perched beside my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw at 4:43pm and caught up with my TweetHearts.
I checked my makeup in my local Sephora, and by 5:22pm, I had run into Patricia. We had been looking for each other for days and just kept missing each other. Patricia and I walked around the Promenade a little then perched next to Kaila as she sang.
Patricia and I moved down the street with Kaila at 6pm. And I stayed there listening to music until I perched in the Santa Monica Place to stream the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and I could not take my eyes off it. Thank you, Lester.
At 7:31pm, I was back beside Kaila chatting with Patricia. I caught the 8:05pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well and woke up on the morning of Friday, 08Jan2016, in time for breakfast. I was outside my regular morning haunt by 8:36am. This blog post was finished at 8:45am on 08Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What do I want to see happen in 2016? I want full human rights returned to me and to all my people. Let us take Obama's "egg" down. If there are no more "rules," there is no more "egg." Who is Obama trying to keep the truth away from, me or my people?
My beautiful world, let us make 2016 beautiful. The Renaissance of Love is already on. Create something today. Take my breath away. May 2016 be the year the revolution is realized.
My selfless support system, do you enjoy our Tuesday nights? Do you enjoy our intimate little show where I get to dance with a roof over my head? I know you are always in there keeping me safe. Thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, it must be easier for you now than when we started. Keep telling me when you need anything from me. You are true heroines. The world is so happy to have you.
Is it true ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa STILL has a reward out for anyone able to lock me up on false allegations? It is time we pressed criminal conspiracy charges, do you agree?
I offered $250M (and the best legal defense in the world) to anyone who would just take me to my beloved husband even while I still was held against my will in EVIL Iowa, and the locals there all participated in some podunky $40K (or so I was told) contest to see who could lie well enough to lock me up.
There used to be a hotline or some website somewhere where they all registered their real names and addresses, etc. with all of their obvious lies about me. The local news in Iowa told me about it as recently as 2014. There is enough paper trail to get them all on criminal charges of collusion, conspiracy, etc.
Oh, and my genius friends, in case anyone still wonders, my offer of $250M still stands.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, it is the weekend again, darlings!
My darling MannedUp, I have a sneaky feeling you will show up to play me music sooner rather than later. It is the weekend again. I miss you while you are away. I cannot wait for you to come back.
My darling GeneralLee, EVERY Tuesday? You mean, I get you EVERY Tuesday indefinitely? I am so happy. Thank you!
My darling Bogart, I heard that intentionally fabricated false charges against you recently dropped. Yey! Obama needs to learn to keep his lying bloodstained hands off my loved ones. Congratulations, darling!
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, be ready.
My darling LightFoot, if the U.S. Government wants a transitional period now that Obama's "egg" is as good as dead, they have to negotiate the terms of the transition with me; otherwise, I and my people are NOT beholden to the transition. To negotiate with me, Obama has to give me an act of good faith. Be ready.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
On 06Jan2016, I learned that Congress did their job and did it well. They voted with enough of a percentage to override any veto to repeal Obama's "egg." Darling, I was told to expect an act of good faith from an Obama desperate for a transitional period instead of the abrupt end to his "egg."
If the bill Congress passed calls for a transitional period, I will send you, my beloved husband, to negotiate the terms of the transition after I receive my act of good faith from Obama. If Congress voted for the full repeal of Obama's "egg" calling for no transition, it is over. Darling, come pick me up.
I love you. When I learned you cannot pick me up until 29Feb2016, I was worried for my life. That gives Obama enough time to destroy me completely with a more controlled environment. Darling, please reread my 05Dec2015 post.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Demand a Repeal
Title: Demand a Repeal
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. My once-great America, call your U.S. senators and representatives and demand they repeal Obama's "egg." This is America, goddamnit.
USA. Yes, Obama overstepped his authority. The Executive Branch is forbidden from writing legislation for a reason. But then again, he is America's first Terrorist Dictator.
He is also not going to make a dent in gun violence in America with his executive action. America needs a cultural change. Obama enforces his "egg" by pointing guns at innocent Americans exercising their Constitutional rights when America needs to learn guns do not solve problems.
Obama and his "egg" at all costs to human rights and to human life are why gun violence has been so rampant during Obama's reign of terror. To solve gun violence in America, we need peaceful leadership NOT a proven terrorist dictator overstepping his authority.
My last blog post was finished at 8:35am on Monday, 04Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me Werewolves of London by my darling late Warren Zevon after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I worked online outside my local Subway for hours. At 10:21am, I perched outside of the Pico Branch Library with my coffee. I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 11:19am, and it was 11:38am when I perched on the patio of my local Steak'N'Shake.
After a little window shopping, I perched in the Starbucks on 3rd and Wilshire at 12:58pm. I perched in the Pacific Palisades overlooking the ocean at 1:57pm. The water looked so tempting, I eventually walked down to put my feet in the sea.
There is a peace only the ocean can give. It calms my rustling wings and puts the quiet back in my ears. The gentle roar of the waves, the horizon extending beyond the eye, it reminds me of my place in the universe. I could never live without the ocean.
It was 3:02pm when I returned to the Promenade and caught up with my TweetHearts. I was back in the Starbucks on 3rd and Wilshire by 3:44pm sipping a Pike's Place Roast and still shaking the sand from my toes.
By 5:21pm, I was back at the Steak'N'Shake for dinner. My mom called me through FaceTime at 5:24pm. She looked great, and she had finally chosen her travel dates for visiting me this month. She will visit for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day weekend.
6:01pm on 04Jan2016: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Please force Obama's libel machine to take its increasingly bloodstained hands off me! @UN @NIH @cctvnews @RT_com
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was refreshing to see the world functioning properly-- or, at least, as properly as it can without acknowledging me.
At 8:08pm, I took the bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well, and I was on the patio of my local Subway by 8:32am on Tuesday, 05Jan2016.
My internet gnomes played me Thunder Road by my darling Mr. Bruce Springsteen. It was raining, so I had my hat on in my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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It was raining hard that Tuesday morning. I wondered how long the rain would last as I sipped my morning coffee. I stayed there working until 9:53am when I took care of some odds and ends at my place.
Josh took me to the Jack-in-the-Box on Lincoln at Bay Street for lunch. I had the teriyaki chicken bowl. I was able to draw a lot of conclusions about Josh after our lunchtime adventure. He bought me Sour Patch Kids on the way back while we were sheltering from the rain in a Walgreens.
I napped after that. Dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. I changed clothes for the night. After all, it was Tuesday, and I was finally going to be able to see my darlings Tentacle.
I was in the Santa Monica Place beside the best Starbucks in the world by 5:38pm sipping a quadruple mocha. They treat me like a supermodel who eats cake pops there. They even call me "Ma'am." I love it when people call me "Ma'am."
At 6:26pm, still sipping my mocha, I popped open my box of Sour Patch Kids. They reminded me of the movies. It had been months since I had been to the movies. Luckily, my mom had promised to take me to Star Wars when she visits.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it showed me the future. Thank you, Lester.
I took a spin around the Promenade after that. I was sitting in Harvelle's sipping a bourbon neat by 8:18pm. Later, the band took the stage, and for a little over an hour, all was right in my world.
The first set ended at 11:18pm. As much as I probably should have stayed out longer, I snuck out the door at 11:32pm to catch the last bus back to my place. So often, I feel like I need to steal my moments of peace.
This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 06Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What is my priority in the fight against Obama's "egg" of terrorism and genocide? We need Congress to repeal the "egg." We need universal disobedience to each and every "rule." We need every war criminal guilty of enforcing Obama's "rules" arrested. We need an act of faith from Obama if he wants to negotiate with me. And I need to survive to see the end of Obama's damned "egg."
My beautiful world, those are our five biggest priorities right now. How much can you help with? Your focus has always been on making sure I survive. My focus is on returning full Constitutional rights to all of America.
Obama is currently escalating. He is trying to take essential-for-my-meditation my darlings Tentacle away from me forever. If he succeeds, I will have to move to San Francisco to be able to meditate.
Yes, my beautiful world, I need Tentacle back every day they want to play for me, or I am moving to San Francisco. Be ready.
My selfless support system, you are always protecting me. Thank you. I cannot wait until we finally get to sit down to coffee or tea together to have intelligent conversation. I owe you all so much. Thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you all work so hard. The world is so happy we have you. Never take your red stiletto boot of their necks until they stop committing crimes against me and against my people. Thank you!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, it was wonderful seeing you last night.
My darling MannedUp, the world is a happy place when I get time with my darlings Tentacle. You really do cheer me up and keep me calm. Meditation has never been better. Thank you.
My darling GeneralLee, last night was delicious. Giggle. My favorite bourbons are the Basil Hayden's and the Woodford Reserve.
I do not know what I would do without all of my darlings Tentacle. Thank you, again, for having at least one dedicated night a week when I know I can see you all. Thank you!
My darling Bogart, you are never "out of sight, out of mind" with me. Darling, you are always with me. You are such a hero. The world is always thanking me for sending you to do work for me. Thank you for being willing to be my hero.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, Tuesday night was far from my best, but damn was it fun.
My darling LightFoot, I hate when we miss Sunday night date night. At least we had a little time last night to make up for it. Until I can kiss your face, stolen moments of undeniable connection are all we have. Thank you for always noticing moments of us.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, we are not going to talks unless I get an act of good faith, and the way Obama keeps escalating, forge ahead like we will never be able to negotiate with him. My brave husband, tell my beautiful world what you need to be able to reach me.
Beloved, I wrote you a little love note on Monday. It is just a note and not a full length letter. I am still figuring out how to mail it to you. I might send it to the French Consular General in Los Angeles. I will keep you posted.
My hero and my king, I think I dreamed in iambic pentameter two nights ago. It was strange. Darling, thank you for loving this poetess above all else. You adore me quirks and all. I could never ask you for more.
I love you. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. My once-great America, call your U.S. senators and representatives and demand they repeal Obama's "egg." This is America, goddamnit.
USA. Yes, Obama overstepped his authority. The Executive Branch is forbidden from writing legislation for a reason. But then again, he is America's first Terrorist Dictator.
He is also not going to make a dent in gun violence in America with his executive action. America needs a cultural change. Obama enforces his "egg" by pointing guns at innocent Americans exercising their Constitutional rights when America needs to learn guns do not solve problems.
Obama and his "egg" at all costs to human rights and to human life are why gun violence has been so rampant during Obama's reign of terror. To solve gun violence in America, we need peaceful leadership NOT a proven terrorist dictator overstepping his authority.
My last blog post was finished at 8:35am on Monday, 04Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me Werewolves of London by my darling late Warren Zevon after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I worked online outside my local Subway for hours. At 10:21am, I perched outside of the Pico Branch Library with my coffee. I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 11:19am, and it was 11:38am when I perched on the patio of my local Steak'N'Shake.
After a little window shopping, I perched in the Starbucks on 3rd and Wilshire at 12:58pm. I perched in the Pacific Palisades overlooking the ocean at 1:57pm. The water looked so tempting, I eventually walked down to put my feet in the sea.
There is a peace only the ocean can give. It calms my rustling wings and puts the quiet back in my ears. The gentle roar of the waves, the horizon extending beyond the eye, it reminds me of my place in the universe. I could never live without the ocean.
It was 3:02pm when I returned to the Promenade and caught up with my TweetHearts. I was back in the Starbucks on 3rd and Wilshire by 3:44pm sipping a Pike's Place Roast and still shaking the sand from my toes.
By 5:21pm, I was back at the Steak'N'Shake for dinner. My mom called me through FaceTime at 5:24pm. She looked great, and she had finally chosen her travel dates for visiting me this month. She will visit for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day weekend.
6:01pm on 04Jan2016: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Please force Obama's libel machine to take its increasingly bloodstained hands off me! @UN @NIH @cctvnews @RT_com
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was refreshing to see the world functioning properly-- or, at least, as properly as it can without acknowledging me.
At 8:08pm, I took the bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well, and I was on the patio of my local Subway by 8:32am on Tuesday, 05Jan2016.
My internet gnomes played me Thunder Road by my darling Mr. Bruce Springsteen. It was raining, so I had my hat on in my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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It was raining hard that Tuesday morning. I wondered how long the rain would last as I sipped my morning coffee. I stayed there working until 9:53am when I took care of some odds and ends at my place.
Josh took me to the Jack-in-the-Box on Lincoln at Bay Street for lunch. I had the teriyaki chicken bowl. I was able to draw a lot of conclusions about Josh after our lunchtime adventure. He bought me Sour Patch Kids on the way back while we were sheltering from the rain in a Walgreens.
I napped after that. Dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. I changed clothes for the night. After all, it was Tuesday, and I was finally going to be able to see my darlings Tentacle.
I was in the Santa Monica Place beside the best Starbucks in the world by 5:38pm sipping a quadruple mocha. They treat me like a supermodel who eats cake pops there. They even call me "Ma'am." I love it when people call me "Ma'am."
At 6:26pm, still sipping my mocha, I popped open my box of Sour Patch Kids. They reminded me of the movies. It had been months since I had been to the movies. Luckily, my mom had promised to take me to Star Wars when she visits.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it showed me the future. Thank you, Lester.
I took a spin around the Promenade after that. I was sitting in Harvelle's sipping a bourbon neat by 8:18pm. Later, the band took the stage, and for a little over an hour, all was right in my world.
The first set ended at 11:18pm. As much as I probably should have stayed out longer, I snuck out the door at 11:32pm to catch the last bus back to my place. So often, I feel like I need to steal my moments of peace.
This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 06Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What is my priority in the fight against Obama's "egg" of terrorism and genocide? We need Congress to repeal the "egg." We need universal disobedience to each and every "rule." We need every war criminal guilty of enforcing Obama's "rules" arrested. We need an act of faith from Obama if he wants to negotiate with me. And I need to survive to see the end of Obama's damned "egg."
My beautiful world, those are our five biggest priorities right now. How much can you help with? Your focus has always been on making sure I survive. My focus is on returning full Constitutional rights to all of America.
Obama is currently escalating. He is trying to take essential-for-my-meditation my darlings Tentacle away from me forever. If he succeeds, I will have to move to San Francisco to be able to meditate.
Yes, my beautiful world, I need Tentacle back every day they want to play for me, or I am moving to San Francisco. Be ready.
My selfless support system, you are always protecting me. Thank you. I cannot wait until we finally get to sit down to coffee or tea together to have intelligent conversation. I owe you all so much. Thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you all work so hard. The world is so happy we have you. Never take your red stiletto boot of their necks until they stop committing crimes against me and against my people. Thank you!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, it was wonderful seeing you last night.
My darling MannedUp, the world is a happy place when I get time with my darlings Tentacle. You really do cheer me up and keep me calm. Meditation has never been better. Thank you.
My darling GeneralLee, last night was delicious. Giggle. My favorite bourbons are the Basil Hayden's and the Woodford Reserve.
I do not know what I would do without all of my darlings Tentacle. Thank you, again, for having at least one dedicated night a week when I know I can see you all. Thank you!
My darling Bogart, you are never "out of sight, out of mind" with me. Darling, you are always with me. You are such a hero. The world is always thanking me for sending you to do work for me. Thank you for being willing to be my hero.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, Tuesday night was far from my best, but damn was it fun.
My darling LightFoot, I hate when we miss Sunday night date night. At least we had a little time last night to make up for it. Until I can kiss your face, stolen moments of undeniable connection are all we have. Thank you for always noticing moments of us.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, we are not going to talks unless I get an act of good faith, and the way Obama keeps escalating, forge ahead like we will never be able to negotiate with him. My brave husband, tell my beautiful world what you need to be able to reach me.
Beloved, I wrote you a little love note on Monday. It is just a note and not a full length letter. I am still figuring out how to mail it to you. I might send it to the French Consular General in Los Angeles. I will keep you posted.
My hero and my king, I think I dreamed in iambic pentameter two nights ago. It was strange. Darling, thank you for loving this poetess above all else. You adore me quirks and all. I could never ask you for more.
I love you. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
Monday, January 4, 2016
FURIOUS!
Title: FURIOUS!
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. I have never been more disgusted nor more furious! I was just told it was never repealed. I was just told Obama's God-(expletive)ing "egg" was never repealed. I just about puked on myself.
It is still a law?!? It is still a law that the public must persecute me?!? It is still a law that I must be Obama's rape-slave with no way to protect myself?!? I have never been more DISGUSTED nor more FURIOUS in my life!
My once-great America, you MUST call your senators and representatives and DEMAND they repeal Obama's "egg" immediately. You hate living oppressed with no freedom of speech nor freedom to peaceably assemble. So, tell Congress to get off their (expletive)es and FIX IT! Force them to end Obama's damned "rules."
Iran and Saudi Arabia. I would like to take a moment to ask both Iran and Saudi Arabia to keep the door to diplomacy open between them. There was an attack in Tehran, and then Saudi Arabia threw out their envoy from Iran.
Please. The ability to talk is so important. I know tensions are high between you in Yemen among other places, but this is all the more reason the doors to diplomacy are so important to keep open.
Please keep and protect each other's ambassadors and consulates. Would you both do it for me?
USA. Do you understand the cycle of hate that drives jihadists yet? The more you irrationally hate Muslims, the more empowered the jihadists become.
If we could make America a free nation with equality and tolerance for all of us, they would have nothing to hate. Love is the answer, my beautiful world.
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on 02Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me Heidenröslein composed by Franz Schubert. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:06am.
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I was furiously angry that morning, so I stayed outside the library working for hours. I finally left at 10:37am to collect my mail. My mother had mailed me an envelope of goodies for the New Year, and it finally arrived.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica by 1:21pm. I ran some errands including mailing something from the Post Office on 7th Street and Olympic before perching in the Santa Monica Place with a Starbucks coffee at 3:08pm.
There had been urban warfare alarms all day, and I was praying nobody had died under Obama's iron fist of terrorism and oppression.
At 3:52pm, I sat down beside Patricia and her grandson Dominic. They were ready for their 4pm spot. Dominic started playing his Andean flutes at 4:03pm.
I ordered dinner from my local Steak'n'Shake at 4:59pm, and I was sitting back beside Dominic and Patricia by 5:18pm ready to eat my Original Double'n'Cheese. Patricia was absolutely adorable when she stole some fries.
5:52pm on 02Jan2016: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Did EVIL LYING Iowa libel me a literal mental retard AGAIN? @NIH @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidPoA Annihilate EVIL Iowa
After a little walking around the Promenade, I was perched in the Santa Monica Place with a chocolate cake pop by 7:09pm. I was just in time to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erika Hill, and it made so much sense. Thank you, NBC News team.
I caught the 8pm bus back to my place, but I was not ready to sleep yet. So, I perched in my local Subway for a snack. I was curled up and asleep in my bedroom by 10pm.
I slept well, and I was awake on Sunday, 03Jan2016, and on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:44am.
My internet gnomes played me Nobody Does it Better by my darling Ms. Carly Simon after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I was a little calmer on that Sunday morning, but I was still furious. And, I had work to do. I worked there on the patio of my local Subway until 10:49am. By 11:11am, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica.
I perched in the Starbucks at 3rd and Wilshire at 11:34pm. After a little window shopping, I was in the Jack-in-the-Box on Lincoln and Santa Monica for lunch at 1:21pm.
By 2:07pm, I had caught up with my TweetHearts while sitting in the courtyard of the Santa Monica Main Public Library. I did some work online after perching in Ye Olde King's Head at 3:36pm, too.
I stopped to say hello to my darling Wheels before eating some yummy concoction from the Shophouse for dinner. I was perched in the Santa Monica Place catching up with my TweetHearts by 5:51pm.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it made me roar. I am woman, after all.
After a little window shopping, I caught the 8:15pm bus back to my place. I was not ready to sleep yet, so I stopped in my local Subway for a snack. I was in my bedroom curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well and woke up on Monday, 04Jan2016, in time for breakfast. I was outside my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:23am. This blog post was finished at 8:35am on 04Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
How do you contact your senators and representatives? I always recommend using OpenCongress. You can type in your zip code, and they will give you a way to email your senators and representatives.
My beautiful world, we need this damned "egg" repealed. With a 2/3rds vote of Congress, they can override any veto. Please call Congress, and demand they do their job of representing you.
My selfless support system, the world is not joking. The U.S. is on short notice to demolish this damned "egg." Foreign combat troops were already sent to help my brave rescuers. They will take further action if Obama continues to refuse to de-escalate.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are all such heroes. Universal disobedience is coming. Thank you for being ready.
Did you all have a good New Years? The alarms were nonstop on New Years Day, so I know you were busy. Thank you so much for everything.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, it looks like I am waiting until Tuesday to see you.
My darling MannedUp, when I get angry like this, your music is the only thing that can calm me down. My life is cold and lonely while you are away. I hate when we are apart. I know you will be back as soon as you can.
My darling GeneralLee, yes, yes, I will see you on Tuesday. THANK YOU for extending your residency at Harvelle's into 2016. You all mean so much to me, and having a regular place and time when I know I can see you does a lot to keep me calm. Thank you.
My darling Bogart, how is my big hero? The universal disobedience to all of Obama's "rules" which you have organized has never been more important. Like Martin Luther King, Jr. and like Gandhi, we are on the path of CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE.
Everyone who lived through the civil rights marches of the 1960s knows the significance and effectiveness of civil disobedience. Thank you for being the hero I need, Bryan. Thank you!
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, our day will come. Trust me.
My darling LightFoot, there will come a morning when you roll over and kiss me to wake me up. The world is working on it. Be ready.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my husband and for never leaving me. Those dark horrible years in EVIL Iowa would have killed me if I did not know you loved me. I owe you my life.
Beloved, loving you is easy, but living away from you is so difficult. We have years of being forced apart against our will to make up for. I gave you my heart in 2010; that is why it is impossible for Obama to kill me.
My hero and my king, how does it feel to be the most romantic true life love story ever?
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. I have never been more disgusted nor more furious! I was just told it was never repealed. I was just told Obama's God-(expletive)ing "egg" was never repealed. I just about puked on myself.
It is still a law?!? It is still a law that the public must persecute me?!? It is still a law that I must be Obama's rape-slave with no way to protect myself?!? I have never been more DISGUSTED nor more FURIOUS in my life!
My once-great America, you MUST call your senators and representatives and DEMAND they repeal Obama's "egg" immediately. You hate living oppressed with no freedom of speech nor freedom to peaceably assemble. So, tell Congress to get off their (expletive)es and FIX IT! Force them to end Obama's damned "rules."
Iran and Saudi Arabia. I would like to take a moment to ask both Iran and Saudi Arabia to keep the door to diplomacy open between them. There was an attack in Tehran, and then Saudi Arabia threw out their envoy from Iran.
Please. The ability to talk is so important. I know tensions are high between you in Yemen among other places, but this is all the more reason the doors to diplomacy are so important to keep open.
Please keep and protect each other's ambassadors and consulates. Would you both do it for me?
USA. Do you understand the cycle of hate that drives jihadists yet? The more you irrationally hate Muslims, the more empowered the jihadists become.
If we could make America a free nation with equality and tolerance for all of us, they would have nothing to hate. Love is the answer, my beautiful world.
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on 02Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me Heidenröslein composed by Franz Schubert. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:06am.
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I was furiously angry that morning, so I stayed outside the library working for hours. I finally left at 10:37am to collect my mail. My mother had mailed me an envelope of goodies for the New Year, and it finally arrived.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica by 1:21pm. I ran some errands including mailing something from the Post Office on 7th Street and Olympic before perching in the Santa Monica Place with a Starbucks coffee at 3:08pm.
There had been urban warfare alarms all day, and I was praying nobody had died under Obama's iron fist of terrorism and oppression.
At 3:52pm, I sat down beside Patricia and her grandson Dominic. They were ready for their 4pm spot. Dominic started playing his Andean flutes at 4:03pm.
I ordered dinner from my local Steak'n'Shake at 4:59pm, and I was sitting back beside Dominic and Patricia by 5:18pm ready to eat my Original Double'n'Cheese. Patricia was absolutely adorable when she stole some fries.
5:52pm on 02Jan2016: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Did EVIL LYING Iowa libel me a literal mental retard AGAIN? @NIH @UN @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidPoA Annihilate EVIL Iowa
After a little walking around the Promenade, I was perched in the Santa Monica Place with a chocolate cake pop by 7:09pm. I was just in time to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erika Hill, and it made so much sense. Thank you, NBC News team.
I caught the 8pm bus back to my place, but I was not ready to sleep yet. So, I perched in my local Subway for a snack. I was curled up and asleep in my bedroom by 10pm.
I slept well, and I was awake on Sunday, 03Jan2016, and on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:44am.
My internet gnomes played me Nobody Does it Better by my darling Ms. Carly Simon after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
[1photo]
I was a little calmer on that Sunday morning, but I was still furious. And, I had work to do. I worked there on the patio of my local Subway until 10:49am. By 11:11am, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica.
I perched in the Starbucks at 3rd and Wilshire at 11:34pm. After a little window shopping, I was in the Jack-in-the-Box on Lincoln and Santa Monica for lunch at 1:21pm.
By 2:07pm, I had caught up with my TweetHearts while sitting in the courtyard of the Santa Monica Main Public Library. I did some work online after perching in Ye Olde King's Head at 3:36pm, too.
I stopped to say hello to my darling Wheels before eating some yummy concoction from the Shophouse for dinner. I was perched in the Santa Monica Place catching up with my TweetHearts by 5:51pm.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it made me roar. I am woman, after all.
After a little window shopping, I caught the 8:15pm bus back to my place. I was not ready to sleep yet, so I stopped in my local Subway for a snack. I was in my bedroom curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well and woke up on Monday, 04Jan2016, in time for breakfast. I was outside my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:23am. This blog post was finished at 8:35am on 04Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
How do you contact your senators and representatives? I always recommend using OpenCongress. You can type in your zip code, and they will give you a way to email your senators and representatives.
My beautiful world, we need this damned "egg" repealed. With a 2/3rds vote of Congress, they can override any veto. Please call Congress, and demand they do their job of representing you.
My selfless support system, the world is not joking. The U.S. is on short notice to demolish this damned "egg." Foreign combat troops were already sent to help my brave rescuers. They will take further action if Obama continues to refuse to de-escalate.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are all such heroes. Universal disobedience is coming. Thank you for being ready.
Did you all have a good New Years? The alarms were nonstop on New Years Day, so I know you were busy. Thank you so much for everything.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, it looks like I am waiting until Tuesday to see you.
My darling MannedUp, when I get angry like this, your music is the only thing that can calm me down. My life is cold and lonely while you are away. I hate when we are apart. I know you will be back as soon as you can.
My darling GeneralLee, yes, yes, I will see you on Tuesday. THANK YOU for extending your residency at Harvelle's into 2016. You all mean so much to me, and having a regular place and time when I know I can see you does a lot to keep me calm. Thank you.
My darling Bogart, how is my big hero? The universal disobedience to all of Obama's "rules" which you have organized has never been more important. Like Martin Luther King, Jr. and like Gandhi, we are on the path of CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE.
Everyone who lived through the civil rights marches of the 1960s knows the significance and effectiveness of civil disobedience. Thank you for being the hero I need, Bryan. Thank you!
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, our day will come. Trust me.
My darling LightFoot, there will come a morning when you roll over and kiss me to wake me up. The world is working on it. Be ready.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my husband and for never leaving me. Those dark horrible years in EVIL Iowa would have killed me if I did not know you loved me. I owe you my life.
Beloved, loving you is easy, but living away from you is so difficult. We have years of being forced apart against our will to make up for. I gave you my heart in 2010; that is why it is impossible for Obama to kill me.
My hero and my king, how does it feel to be the most romantic true life love story ever?
Saturday, January 2, 2016
New Years 2016
Title: New Years 2016
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. It is now a new year. It is 2016. We have a lot to look forward to in 2016. I plan on winning full human rights for my once-great America.
USA. I rang in the New Year penniless and kissing a strange man in a bar. It was like my twenties all over again. I pray you all have a happy and healthy 2016!
My last blog post was finished at 8:50am on Thursday, 31Dec2015, New Years Eve. My internet gnomes played me Sheep Go to Heaven by my darlings Cake as I fixed my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies shortly after.
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I worked outside the library until 10:41am when I left to collect my mail. My mother had mailed me an envelope full of goodies for the New Year. The mailman came and went, but my mail never arrived. I had no money at all because of it and as a result no way to celebrate New Year's Eve.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was back at the library by 12:22pm working online. At 1:07pm, Nemo sat down beside me. We commiserated about having no plans for New Years. It was wonderful talking to him.
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That afternoon I was told Obama was finally ready to go to negotiations.
3:15pm on 31Dec2015: @UN Obama said he is finally ready to negotiate? #05Dec2015Post We need act of good faith before we allow him to the table. @SynivaWhitney
Nemo had been a doll all afternoon, so I did my best to convince him to join me on the Promenade that night. We would see if he showed up. I left the library at 4:09pm.
Dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. I was on the bus to the Promenade by 5:08pm. I walked around a little including stopping in my local Sephora to check my makeup before perching on a park bench at 5:51pm.
After catching up with my TweetHearts, I walked down the street, so I could listen to my darling Wheels. It was wonderful to have a friend around on New Years Eve. I took care of some odds and ends then came back to the park bench across the street from Wheels at 7:25pm.
Wheels gave me a New Years gift of a tiny touch of cash, so at 8:12pm, I was celebrating New Years Eve inside my local Steak'n'Shake. By 9:05pm, though, I was sipping a bourbon neat in Ye Olde King's Head. It was New Year's Eve, so I decided to disconnect for a little while.
Luckily, I found a boy to kiss at midnight. At 1:11am on Friday, 01Jan2016, New Years Day, he kissed me goodbye at my door. I was curled up and asleep by 2am, and I slept through breakfast. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 9:17am.
My internet gnomes played me Territorial Pissings by my darlings Nirvana. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies while it played.
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I watched the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9:30am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it was a great send off for 2015.
My mom called me through FaceTime at 10:04am. We had a New Years chat. She felt so guilty that her envelope to me did not arrive in time for New Years Eve. I told her not to worry.
I worked there outside the library until 10:56am. It was great start to 2016. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between. By 5:31pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I checked my makeup in my local Sephora before sitting down on a park bench at 6:12pm to catch up with my TweetHearts. The good news that night was that Stanford, where I used to attend grad school, completely routed EVIL Iowa in the Rose Bowl. I was very happy.
At 6:21pm, I moved down the street to see my darling Wheels. He was singing his heart out for the crowds. By 6:55pm, I perched in the Santa Monica Place to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it made me shake my head. What has my nation come to? Obama's "egg" is an abomination.
There was a torture facility alarm at 7:35pm. Obama was refusing to relent on his psychopathic quest to destroy me completely with torture and rape-- that is all that ever happens to me in Obama-controlled environments.
At 7:52pm, I left the Promenade for the bus stop and caught the 8:15pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I woke up on Saturday, 02Jan2016, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was out among the Farmers' Market outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:32am. This blog post was finished at 8:45am on 02Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What are my New Years resolutions? Thank you for asking. I have five.
1.) End Obama's damned "egg."
2.) Suffer less.
3.) Love more.
4.) Command respect.
5.) Kiss many loved ones.
My beautiful world, Happy New Year! Let us make 2016 a year to remember. Let us be heroes this year. It is time to save the world from Barack Obama.
My selfless support system, New Years Eve was wonderful. Thank you for keeping me safe. It is not often I venture far from Santa Monica anymore. New Years Eve was no exception. You were wonderful.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, tell me if you need anything. We are on the offensive. We have taken the lead. Thank you for arresting Obama for his sending orders that I be raped repeatedly from May2009 to May2015. I understand he is out on bail. Please call Cuddlebunny.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I wish you all a happy 2016.
My darling MannedUp, may your 2016 be warm and bright. I cannot wait to see all of you again now that a new year has begun. I pray you started the New Year with a bang.
My darling GeneralLee, Happy New Year! I get to see you on Tuesday, 05Jan. May all your wishes for 2016 come true. Kisses, darling! Here is a toast to the future!
My darling Bogart, sorry I did not travel into LA for New Years Eve. I would have loved to have seen you. I pray you had a great night and will have an even better 2016.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, it might be sooner rather than later when you are sent to pick me up. Be ready.
My darling LightFoot, Happy New Year. May your 2016 be filled with quality time with me. I cannot wait to see you with your damned earspeaker removed. Oh, darling, it is 2016 already. You have been wooing me for over a year. It is time we kissed.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, it is 2016, and we have never been closer. When I finally receive that act of good faith from Obama, I will tell you, so you can go to talks. Until then, full speed ahead with rescuing me.
Thank you, Beloved, for loving me. A man less secure in his marriage would feel differently about our kissing separate people on New Years Eve. Thank you for upholding our understanding.
My hero and my king, I love and adore you. I knew what I was doing when I married you. I could never have dreamt of a better husband. Thank you. Happy New Year!
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. It is now a new year. It is 2016. We have a lot to look forward to in 2016. I plan on winning full human rights for my once-great America.
USA. I rang in the New Year penniless and kissing a strange man in a bar. It was like my twenties all over again. I pray you all have a happy and healthy 2016!
My last blog post was finished at 8:50am on Thursday, 31Dec2015, New Years Eve. My internet gnomes played me Sheep Go to Heaven by my darlings Cake as I fixed my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies shortly after.
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I worked outside the library until 10:41am when I left to collect my mail. My mother had mailed me an envelope full of goodies for the New Year. The mailman came and went, but my mail never arrived. I had no money at all because of it and as a result no way to celebrate New Year's Eve.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was back at the library by 12:22pm working online. At 1:07pm, Nemo sat down beside me. We commiserated about having no plans for New Years. It was wonderful talking to him.
[1photo]
That afternoon I was told Obama was finally ready to go to negotiations.
3:15pm on 31Dec2015: @UN Obama said he is finally ready to negotiate? #05Dec2015Post We need act of good faith before we allow him to the table. @SynivaWhitney
Nemo had been a doll all afternoon, so I did my best to convince him to join me on the Promenade that night. We would see if he showed up. I left the library at 4:09pm.
Dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. I was on the bus to the Promenade by 5:08pm. I walked around a little including stopping in my local Sephora to check my makeup before perching on a park bench at 5:51pm.
After catching up with my TweetHearts, I walked down the street, so I could listen to my darling Wheels. It was wonderful to have a friend around on New Years Eve. I took care of some odds and ends then came back to the park bench across the street from Wheels at 7:25pm.
Wheels gave me a New Years gift of a tiny touch of cash, so at 8:12pm, I was celebrating New Years Eve inside my local Steak'n'Shake. By 9:05pm, though, I was sipping a bourbon neat in Ye Olde King's Head. It was New Year's Eve, so I decided to disconnect for a little while.
Luckily, I found a boy to kiss at midnight. At 1:11am on Friday, 01Jan2016, New Years Day, he kissed me goodbye at my door. I was curled up and asleep by 2am, and I slept through breakfast. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 9:17am.
My internet gnomes played me Territorial Pissings by my darlings Nirvana. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies while it played.
[2photos]
I watched the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9:30am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it was a great send off for 2015.
My mom called me through FaceTime at 10:04am. We had a New Years chat. She felt so guilty that her envelope to me did not arrive in time for New Years Eve. I told her not to worry.
I worked there outside the library until 10:56am. It was great start to 2016. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between. By 5:31pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I checked my makeup in my local Sephora before sitting down on a park bench at 6:12pm to catch up with my TweetHearts. The good news that night was that Stanford, where I used to attend grad school, completely routed EVIL Iowa in the Rose Bowl. I was very happy.
At 6:21pm, I moved down the street to see my darling Wheels. He was singing his heart out for the crowds. By 6:55pm, I perched in the Santa Monica Place to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it made me shake my head. What has my nation come to? Obama's "egg" is an abomination.
There was a torture facility alarm at 7:35pm. Obama was refusing to relent on his psychopathic quest to destroy me completely with torture and rape-- that is all that ever happens to me in Obama-controlled environments.
At 7:52pm, I left the Promenade for the bus stop and caught the 8:15pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I woke up on Saturday, 02Jan2016, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was out among the Farmers' Market outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:32am. This blog post was finished at 8:45am on 02Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What are my New Years resolutions? Thank you for asking. I have five.
1.) End Obama's damned "egg."
2.) Suffer less.
3.) Love more.
4.) Command respect.
5.) Kiss many loved ones.
My beautiful world, Happy New Year! Let us make 2016 a year to remember. Let us be heroes this year. It is time to save the world from Barack Obama.
My selfless support system, New Years Eve was wonderful. Thank you for keeping me safe. It is not often I venture far from Santa Monica anymore. New Years Eve was no exception. You were wonderful.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, tell me if you need anything. We are on the offensive. We have taken the lead. Thank you for arresting Obama for his sending orders that I be raped repeatedly from May2009 to May2015. I understand he is out on bail. Please call Cuddlebunny.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I wish you all a happy 2016.
My darling MannedUp, may your 2016 be warm and bright. I cannot wait to see all of you again now that a new year has begun. I pray you started the New Year with a bang.
My darling GeneralLee, Happy New Year! I get to see you on Tuesday, 05Jan. May all your wishes for 2016 come true. Kisses, darling! Here is a toast to the future!
My darling Bogart, sorry I did not travel into LA for New Years Eve. I would have loved to have seen you. I pray you had a great night and will have an even better 2016.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, it might be sooner rather than later when you are sent to pick me up. Be ready.
My darling LightFoot, Happy New Year. May your 2016 be filled with quality time with me. I cannot wait to see you with your damned earspeaker removed. Oh, darling, it is 2016 already. You have been wooing me for over a year. It is time we kissed.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, it is 2016, and we have never been closer. When I finally receive that act of good faith from Obama, I will tell you, so you can go to talks. Until then, full speed ahead with rescuing me.
Thank you, Beloved, for loving me. A man less secure in his marriage would feel differently about our kissing separate people on New Years Eve. Thank you for upholding our understanding.
My hero and my king, I love and adore you. I knew what I was doing when I married you. I could never have dreamt of a better husband. Thank you. Happy New Year!
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Obama's Last Chance
Title: Obama's Last Chance
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. The world told Obama this is his last chance to save himself. They want him arrested on international charges for his "egg." This is his last chance to take all three steps to save himself. The world is not joking around.
Ivory Coast. The UN's International Criminal Court already has legal precedents for convicting people as war criminals for aiding and abetting war crimes. Tell Obama's conspiracy we are coming for them all.
My last blog post was finished at 8:40am on Tuesday, 29Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me The Firebird Suite composed by Stravinsky as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I had just started this new blog post, so I had a lot of writing to do. I worked there outside the library until 11:06am. I chatted with Chad over lunch at noon.
1:03pm on 29Dec2015: @StateDept Did you send #LightFoot only to have Obama block him again? The local PD need orders to stand down. @LAMayorsOffice @UN @RT_com
By 1:10pm, I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica. After a short chat with my old buddy Michael, I perched upstairs at the Santa Monica Main Public Library at 1:28pm. I had a lot of work to do.
I was told that day both that Obama's anti-reality libel machine was forced to admit I have absolutely no mental illness (Yes, non-quack medicine and actual science finally had its day in court.) and that the local police were ordered by President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey to stand down and stop enforcing Obama's only-illegal "egg."
I was also told not to expect a lift home any time soon.
3:44pm on 29Dec2015: Mixed signals. Please double check that I am still getting a lift today. If not, find out who is enforcing Obama's egg and arrest them. @UN
I sat upstairs in the library working until 4pm. Then, I walked to the Promenade. I wandered about a bit including giving Drew a piece of my mind. That guy needs to learn to value me and my time.
Patricia found me at 5:16pm, and we walked up and down the Promenade together before perching pretty close to where she found me at 5:58pm. She left at 6:09pm to get something hot to drink. It was getting a little colder out.
I tried watching the news at 7:15pm, but I could not get it to stream. After a little window shopping, I caught the 8:05pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well and woke up on Wednesday, 30Dec2015, in time for breakfast. By 8:59am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library working online.
My internet gnomes played me the Heart of Gold cover by my darling late Johnny Cash. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:24am.
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It was another busy morning there outside the library. I had writing to do. I worked there until 11:06am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful.
I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 1:47pm. I perched in the Pacific Palisades overlooking the ocean at 2:05pm and laid there in the sun for at least an hour. By 3:10pm, I was walking to the Main Public Library.
I zipped back and forth from my place on the bus for dinner and was perched on the Promenade catching up with my TweetHearts at 5:48pm. It was 6:12pm when Patricia and I sat down next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw to listen to her play.
By 6:52pm, I was perched in the Santa Monica Place, so I could watch the news. Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it reminded me of why I fight so hard for my people.
At 7:31pm, I was back beside Kaila. Patricia had already left. I did a little window shopping before catching the 8:35pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
After sleeping well, I was awake for breakfast on Thursday, 31Dec2015, New Years Eve. By 8:38am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library working. This blog post was finished at 8:50am on 31Dec2015, New Years Eve.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why would Obama waste his last chance to save himself? Obama is a proven psychopath with a proven power obsession. He refuses to de-escalate because that would require him to give up his totalitarian control of America.
Since being given his last chance, Obama has even tried tightening his despotic grip on the media instead of de-escalating. That is how psychopathic he is.
My beautiful world, who is enforcing Obama's crimes against America he mislabeled "rules"? They are not laws. Please reread the First, Thirteenth, and Fourteenth Amendments.
And we all know local police cannot enforce federal laws; it is outside their jurisdiction. And according to the First Amendment, it is impossible for it to be a federal law, anyway. Besides, the "egg" was already repealed on 01Jan2013 in the Fiscal Cliff Bill. THERE IS NO FEDERAL LAW UPHOLDING OBAMA'S "EGG."
It would have to be a state or local law for the local police to be able to enforce it, and, according to the Fourteenth Amendment, that is impossible.
Besides, if California passed an illegal law creating an "egg" here since I arrived here on 01May2014, Syniva would be treating California worse than we treat Iowa, so I know California committed no human rights violations by creating an "egg" law.
So, my question to you, my beautiful world, is who is committing the crime against America and against all of humanity of enforcing Obama's ILLEGAL "egg"? Whoever they are, arrest them all!
My selfless support system, use your spy powers to figure out the entire power structure of the enemies of America enforcing Obama's "egg" and "rules," so the international community can arrest them all. Include everyone from Obama's boots on the ground to Obama's anti-reality libel machine.
My selfless support system, thank you for working so hard to keep me safe. Now, I need you on the offensive, so we can arrest all enemies of America and of the entirety of humanity who are propping up Obama's "egg." And, thank you!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, it is because of you genius ladies that I know California is my HOME not my enemy. Only EVIL Iowa is my enemy. Thank you for keeping all of your messages very clear on that point, my friends.
We are on the offensive, now. Press every criminal charge we can against everyone we can get arrested on federal charges. If we cannot get federal charges, go straight to the International Criminal Court with all of our extensive evidence.
The UN's ICC exists because sometimes justice is impossible inside a country for crimes committed by people against their own people. If we cannot arrest everyone on federal charges for enforcing Obama's "egg," it is proven justice is impossible inside America, and we must seek justice in the international courts.
Thank you!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I hope you have a good New Years Eve tonight full of kisses!
My darling MannedUp, I was hoping to see you all tonight, New Years Eve, but it makes sense if you all need some celebratory time not working. I am no slave driver. Kiss a pretty girl tonight.
My darling GeneralLee, it is New Years Eve. I pray you have someone to celebrate with. I will see you all on Tuesday, 05Jan2016, at Harvelle's. Thank you, as always, for loving me.
My darling Bogart, the world keeps thanking the heavens they have you. You mean so much to so many people. Thank you for organizing universal disobedience. Darling, Finn will know where I spend my New Years Eve. Call him.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, calm down. You are not locked up, right? The world is working on it.
My darling LightFoot, I heard you got close to reaching me on 29Dec. The entire world is demanding that you pick me up and take me to your home, so they can have negotiations finally. It is just a matter of time. Be ready. I love you.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, I heard the U.S. government demanded U.S. combat troops be sent to you, too, after Obama refused to give me an act of good faith on Tuesday, 29Dec. It just makes me wonder what idiots are still enforcing this damned "egg." They obviously have a death wish.
Beloved, it takes a team of heroes. Ending Obama's "egg" requires Bogart; it requires Syniva and my genius friends; it requires LightFoot and all my darlings Tentacle. It requires me at my best, and it requires you to lead the rescue. We are a team.
My hero and my king, you are the second most powerful world leader in my family. I know you are incapable of letting me down. Once I get that act of good faith, I will tell you, so you can go to talks. Until then, full speed ahead with rescuing me.
I love you. This war epic, spy thriller, legal drama, rock opera, and love story ends with our Hollywood kiss. We get a damn fairytale ending. Trust me.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. The world told Obama this is his last chance to save himself. They want him arrested on international charges for his "egg." This is his last chance to take all three steps to save himself. The world is not joking around.
Ivory Coast. The UN's International Criminal Court already has legal precedents for convicting people as war criminals for aiding and abetting war crimes. Tell Obama's conspiracy we are coming for them all.
My last blog post was finished at 8:40am on Tuesday, 29Dec2015. My internet gnomes played me The Firebird Suite composed by Stravinsky as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
[2photos]
I had just started this new blog post, so I had a lot of writing to do. I worked there outside the library until 11:06am. I chatted with Chad over lunch at noon.
1:03pm on 29Dec2015: @StateDept Did you send #LightFoot only to have Obama block him again? The local PD need orders to stand down. @LAMayorsOffice @UN @RT_com
By 1:10pm, I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica. After a short chat with my old buddy Michael, I perched upstairs at the Santa Monica Main Public Library at 1:28pm. I had a lot of work to do.
I was told that day both that Obama's anti-reality libel machine was forced to admit I have absolutely no mental illness (Yes, non-quack medicine and actual science finally had its day in court.) and that the local police were ordered by President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey to stand down and stop enforcing Obama's only-illegal "egg."
I was also told not to expect a lift home any time soon.
3:44pm on 29Dec2015: Mixed signals. Please double check that I am still getting a lift today. If not, find out who is enforcing Obama's egg and arrest them. @UN
I sat upstairs in the library working until 4pm. Then, I walked to the Promenade. I wandered about a bit including giving Drew a piece of my mind. That guy needs to learn to value me and my time.
Patricia found me at 5:16pm, and we walked up and down the Promenade together before perching pretty close to where she found me at 5:58pm. She left at 6:09pm to get something hot to drink. It was getting a little colder out.
I tried watching the news at 7:15pm, but I could not get it to stream. After a little window shopping, I caught the 8:05pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well and woke up on Wednesday, 30Dec2015, in time for breakfast. By 8:59am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library working online.
My internet gnomes played me the Heart of Gold cover by my darling late Johnny Cash. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:24am.
[3photos]
It was another busy morning there outside the library. I had writing to do. I worked there until 11:06am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful.
I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 1:47pm. I perched in the Pacific Palisades overlooking the ocean at 2:05pm and laid there in the sun for at least an hour. By 3:10pm, I was walking to the Main Public Library.
I zipped back and forth from my place on the bus for dinner and was perched on the Promenade catching up with my TweetHearts at 5:48pm. It was 6:12pm when Patricia and I sat down next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw to listen to her play.
By 6:52pm, I was perched in the Santa Monica Place, so I could watch the news. Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it reminded me of why I fight so hard for my people.
At 7:31pm, I was back beside Kaila. Patricia had already left. I did a little window shopping before catching the 8:35pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
After sleeping well, I was awake for breakfast on Thursday, 31Dec2015, New Years Eve. By 8:38am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library working. This blog post was finished at 8:50am on 31Dec2015, New Years Eve.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why would Obama waste his last chance to save himself? Obama is a proven psychopath with a proven power obsession. He refuses to de-escalate because that would require him to give up his totalitarian control of America.
Since being given his last chance, Obama has even tried tightening his despotic grip on the media instead of de-escalating. That is how psychopathic he is.
My beautiful world, who is enforcing Obama's crimes against America he mislabeled "rules"? They are not laws. Please reread the First, Thirteenth, and Fourteenth Amendments.
And we all know local police cannot enforce federal laws; it is outside their jurisdiction. And according to the First Amendment, it is impossible for it to be a federal law, anyway. Besides, the "egg" was already repealed on 01Jan2013 in the Fiscal Cliff Bill. THERE IS NO FEDERAL LAW UPHOLDING OBAMA'S "EGG."
It would have to be a state or local law for the local police to be able to enforce it, and, according to the Fourteenth Amendment, that is impossible.
Besides, if California passed an illegal law creating an "egg" here since I arrived here on 01May2014, Syniva would be treating California worse than we treat Iowa, so I know California committed no human rights violations by creating an "egg" law.
So, my question to you, my beautiful world, is who is committing the crime against America and against all of humanity of enforcing Obama's ILLEGAL "egg"? Whoever they are, arrest them all!
My selfless support system, use your spy powers to figure out the entire power structure of the enemies of America enforcing Obama's "egg" and "rules," so the international community can arrest them all. Include everyone from Obama's boots on the ground to Obama's anti-reality libel machine.
My selfless support system, thank you for working so hard to keep me safe. Now, I need you on the offensive, so we can arrest all enemies of America and of the entirety of humanity who are propping up Obama's "egg." And, thank you!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, it is because of you genius ladies that I know California is my HOME not my enemy. Only EVIL Iowa is my enemy. Thank you for keeping all of your messages very clear on that point, my friends.
We are on the offensive, now. Press every criminal charge we can against everyone we can get arrested on federal charges. If we cannot get federal charges, go straight to the International Criminal Court with all of our extensive evidence.
The UN's ICC exists because sometimes justice is impossible inside a country for crimes committed by people against their own people. If we cannot arrest everyone on federal charges for enforcing Obama's "egg," it is proven justice is impossible inside America, and we must seek justice in the international courts.
Thank you!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I hope you have a good New Years Eve tonight full of kisses!
My darling MannedUp, I was hoping to see you all tonight, New Years Eve, but it makes sense if you all need some celebratory time not working. I am no slave driver. Kiss a pretty girl tonight.
My darling GeneralLee, it is New Years Eve. I pray you have someone to celebrate with. I will see you all on Tuesday, 05Jan2016, at Harvelle's. Thank you, as always, for loving me.
My darling Bogart, the world keeps thanking the heavens they have you. You mean so much to so many people. Thank you for organizing universal disobedience. Darling, Finn will know where I spend my New Years Eve. Call him.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, calm down. You are not locked up, right? The world is working on it.
My darling LightFoot, I heard you got close to reaching me on 29Dec. The entire world is demanding that you pick me up and take me to your home, so they can have negotiations finally. It is just a matter of time. Be ready. I love you.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, I heard the U.S. government demanded U.S. combat troops be sent to you, too, after Obama refused to give me an act of good faith on Tuesday, 29Dec. It just makes me wonder what idiots are still enforcing this damned "egg." They obviously have a death wish.
Beloved, it takes a team of heroes. Ending Obama's "egg" requires Bogart; it requires Syniva and my genius friends; it requires LightFoot and all my darlings Tentacle. It requires me at my best, and it requires you to lead the rescue. We are a team.
My hero and my king, you are the second most powerful world leader in my family. I know you are incapable of letting me down. Once I get that act of good faith, I will tell you, so you can go to talks. Until then, full speed ahead with rescuing me.
I love you. This war epic, spy thriller, legal drama, rock opera, and love story ends with our Hollywood kiss. We get a damn fairytale ending. Trust me.
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