Philocracy

I do not write pornography. They published that book in my name completely against my will for many reasons. Is it not sick when they ruin my brand and create libel like that just to be able to justify the libel they already spread about me, their sexual harassment of me, and their human rights violations against me including forced prostitution? I was forbidden from knowing it ever happened, but it created an environment for me that was so hostile that it became easy for me to figure out. It also allowed them to raise money for further funding these crimes against me.

Please remember that Obama forbids me from having any sustainable income; that is why no publishers have ever accepted my actually writing. We all know it would sell like gangbusters. I have sent some copies around digitally, though, with a request to publish them without my knowledge. Look for Whiskeyless Fictions and the final version of Infamy including its official endnote among anything else they deem worthy of publishing.

If they can libel and harass me by publishing pornography in my name against my will without my knowledge, then we can publish my actually writing globally without my knowledge. I am hoping all proceeds go to fighting Obama, fighting to free America from Obama’s oppression, fighting to rescue me, fighting to get the truth to the masses, the SuperPAC that enables most of this, and of course to financially compensate anyone who helps me in this unrelenting fight. Please tell me my BFF Syniva, my stylist Evilia, and my personal assistant (Is it you, Finn?) are getting paid out of the SuperPAC or some other source of funds for the cause.

At least, I think Evilia has already been hired as my stylist. We are forbidden from communicating, so I have no idea. All of the shoes, the clothes, the handbags, the jewellery, etc. that designers wish they could give me have to go somewhere. I am not allowed new clothes and have to beg to get a hold of unbroken shoes, so we all know their gifts are not coming to me.

I must now also bring attention to Evo. ‘The fastest car in the world?’ you ask. No, I mean Mr. Evo Terra, the CEO of podiobooks.com. Seventy-five percent of all donations given to podiobooks in return for downloading any particular book goes to the author of that book, and the remaining twenty-five percent goes to maintaining their servers, paying their staff, etc. Please ask Mr. Terra why I am forbidden from receiving ANY forms of donations made to podiobooks for Infamy. Also ask him who forbids it. It is not his fault. He would if he could.

Yes, Obama forbids me any and all income. In 2010, the courts concerning Social Security awarded me disability income because, among other things, I have spy equipment in my head that Obama forbids me from ever getting removed. What kind of job could I have with spy equipment in my head? What kind of corporate secret, trade secret, or even customer confidentiality could I ever maintain?

In defence of Social Security deeming me disabled, it is their job to make sure the unemployable can support themselves. The decision happened in a court. The government messed with my paperwork before hand in order to try to prevent it from going through, and Obama made sure I still would not be able to support myself with that income by instructing my father and the Polk County District Courts to break the law to take it away from me with an illegal adult guardianship.

I earned over $25,000 in disability income last year, but because of my father, Iowa, and their crimes against me, I was only permitted control of about $5,000 to live on. The rest of it sits in a bank account only accessible by my father.

This is why I never have clothes. This is why all of my shoes are broken. This is why I cannot get my broken iPad fixed. This is how I am trapped in a place that enforces human rights violations against me with no way to reach the rescuers who are literally dying trying to set me free from all of this.

You all also need to ask yourselves why you allowed yourselves to become brainwashed before you ever humor a thought that I am lazy. Just staying alive in here is a full-time job. I also never stop consuming information, processing it, and disseminating it. Maintaining the truth about myself through all media possible is probably the largest way my time gets consumed when I would much rather be spending it on solving the world’s larger problems. I find my picking up all of Obama’s neglected responsibilities in caring for his own citizens and in leading the world largely thankless and ignored.

I think all day. I talk all day. I type all day. I watch out for death all day. I scream for help for my rescuers all day. I love and care for humanity all day. I solve problems all day. Sometimes I get to meditate. Sometimes I catch criminals. Sometimes I get to sneak in a phone call to a dear friend who always cheers me up. I do not get down time. Lazy? I am not lazy. The people expecting someone else to do all the work setting me free are the ones who are lazy.

It looks like Obama and his conspirators are recycling even more old libel than that, though. Among other things, they are trying to pretend I am dead again. Hello? Hi! Yeah, I am very much not dead. We both get to press charges for libel if you ever claim my husband killed me, and I kick ass and take names every time anyone ever claims I am a replacement for myself. No one anywhere for any reason would ever choose to be as abused by the public as I am.

Obama, his conspirators, and his non-benevolent hackers woke me up with a fake interrogation one morning. Criminally pretending that I was a replacement for myself, they had the electrobeams they irradiate me with cranked past torture-level while repeatedly asking me my name. Who do they think they are fooling? They already have absolutely no credibility, so why do they even try spewing anything negative about me at all anymore? And why did they ever think they would ever get away with all of this? Damn morons.

I caught another one today. Yes, I caught another government operation. The place only had overweight Brown women as employees, as if demographics could make me trust someone. The manager had no idea what the password was to their own public wi-fi. The girl behind the counter was as condescending as a Poolie mental health nurse. Non-planted members of the public were forbidden from entering. And I was encouraged to stay indefinitely. That was an insult to my Spidey Sense.

I have yet to find any place in the Des Moines Area for weeks now that is not hostile towards me. You should have seen the waitress I had today when I ordered a salad. She actually called me a bully instead of admitting she is the bully. The guy next to me at the coffee shop where I wrote most of this was supposed to look for something he could call a symptom for Iowa to use to defend constantly committing me when they actually did it for absolutely no mental health reason. My work never ends.

My beautiful world, I think we should pick up not just spreading the truth about me but also spreading the truth about Obama and his crimes. The truth must get around. He has done everything he can to make it illegal to tell the truth in America. We have all seen the ads he runs; he never tells the whole story and always romanticizes himself. He is very active with seducing the public, so he can continue committing all of these crimes against us. It is time to crank our SuperPAC into higher gear. We are paying the brilliant people who make the podcasts, right?

My beautiful America, did our impeccable logic actually prevail? If the New York Times could run libel about me without it violating the rules of the bubble, they have a right to tell the truth. Hold Obama to his own logic. Are local news media, broadcasters, newspapers, etc. in America where I am not finally free to report all the news? If there is no way for me to see it but through my highly controlled internet connection and if the government still claims it is only trying to keep the truth away from me and not the entire nation, then every local news source should be free to report any truth it likes.

This means we are going to need to get the whole truth to all the local journalists or get national reporters onto local media. Do you think the Associated Press or PRNewswire or some other great distributor of reality would be willing to take this up? They could even get the truth of what it is like living through this as a silenced journalist out to the international community.

Also, my beautiful world, thank you for unrelentingly raising nonviolent hell. We need to continue until we are all free. Keep the pressure on every guilty party until they stop all of their crimes. Allow no escape for the wicked.

Iowa, you know what horrors you are putting me through and have been putting me through. You know you are literally killing people by refusing to cease your crimes against me and set me free. Everybody knows the truth. No one is fooled, and nobody likes you.

Look at members of the national media from the New York Times to David Letterman himself. Look at the people who used to neglect to do their real jobs but who now do the right thing and fight for me. Look at Agent Cuddlebunny. If people cease their crimes against me, sincerely repent, and then take up action to end all of these human rights violations, I always forgive them. I even go out of my way to protect people who fight for me. Iowa, if you want me to stop pointing out all of your crimes, you need to stop committing them.

As for you, my benevolent hackers, Obama's non-benevolent hackers messed with my camera on this netbook. They messed with the image to make me look fatter than I really am. Trust me; I know how to use a mirror. If they could do it remotely, can I ask you to fix it remotely. Please, if you do not mind, also handpick through all of the incoming updates on both of my computers. For example, Microsoft always announces before its real updates come out. The same goes for Apple. They keep remotely harming both of my computers through what looks like reliable means. May I ask you to protect me from this? They do not want me able to keep myself safe when I sleep nor able to scream for help. Thank you as always, you beautiful brainy heroes.

Sweetness, I know you're weary. I am weary, too. It is okay to fight for me in ways other than leading the charge to physically rescue me. I am not capable of getting angry nor even disappointed with you. I will never tell you what to do except for forbidding you from throwing yourself on my funeral pyre, so please understand that I will always understand and appreciate any choices you make particularly in making it finally possible for us to be together. There are so many ways to fight for me. I will always prefer if you do so without dying, but, again, that is your choice. Please trust I would never recover. But I know you. I know what kind of hero you are. I know this fight is yours.

P.S. My beautiful world, we will destroy this corruption. And we will build a philocracy in its place. I accept my responsibilities in this world.