There has Been no Improvement to my Quality of Life.

Preface: Obama keeps breaking the links to my blog posts and in my blog posts. Please type the address http://frisco-squid.blogspot.com into the navigation bar in your browser and make sure you favorite or bookmark the general blog site and check it for new posts regularly. If you all send around links to my posts yourselves, those links will not be broken. Obama only breaks links I send around. So please send around links to my posts yourselves.

Here is my latest blog post. Today we start in Burma and Rwanda before making a very important stop on the East Coast to talk about Hurricane Sandy, but where do we end?...

Ethnic Violence in Burma. Burma is a very young democracy, and it is currently experiencing the pains of its youth. There is ethnic violence there between Buddhists and Muslims that has left over 100,000 people displaced with most of them are in crowded, squalid refugee camps.

Dearest Buddhists, there is nothing in your religion that says you must be violent to nor oppress any people anywhere. I know that your culture is currently breeding hatred of Muslims in your own nation, and I am asking you to stop this.

You are different, but you are all still humans. All humans are equal. We are all unique but equal.

Please, Burma, learn to live together peacefully and prosperously. Learn to love each other the way your faiths teach you to love and respect all other humans. Ethnic violence is ugly and should have no place in this world.

Rwanda. Justice is very important in this world, especially justice for war crimes, genocide, and ethnic violence. But please make sure all justice is impartial and not politically motivated. Rwanda is the sort of place where there have been more atrocities than heroes. Make sure there is justice for all crimes not just the crimes of people unpopular with the government.

Hurricane Sandy. This hurricane is a huge tragedy and climate crisis on the East Coast of America right now. If you find this catastrophe and why it happened difficult to discuss with your children, there are some very good resources out there for you. Click here for the Sesame Street hurricane toolkit.

I would like to take a moment right now to thank all of the emergency crews and first responders who have been braving the elements for the good of the public. It will take time to clean up, turn the power back on, and make sure everyone is accounted for, and the crisis is not over yet. My beautiful world, all help is welcome. Click here to learn about ways to help.

It was Hurricane Irene last year. It is Hurricane Sandy this year. How many major climate crises has the world seen this year alone? They are on the increase. Global Climate Change is real.

We need to make sure we can grow food resistant to drought and flood, to be ready for the changes in the spread of disease due to climate change, and to prepare all of humanity for any possible climate crises we may have to endure.

Carrying humanity through Global Climate Change is what I volunteered for. Everything else I help with is because I am capable of it and because the work has to get done. Would it not be wonderful if I could finally do my job?

Set me free, my beautiful world. Set me free, so I can do my job. This world needs me.

Many people wonder what makes my mind capable of generating so much logic especially when my body, my heart, and my soul is tortured, traumatized, and suffering. The answer is more obvious than most people think: I studied a lot of mathematics. I even went to graduate school and worked towards a Ph.D. in mathematics at the Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, MD.

Mathematics is so important to a young mind because it teaches our children how to think. It teaches us how to process and generate logic and logical reasoning... especially algebra and everything beyond it.

Calculus is completely useful and relevant in the physical world; it was developed at the same time as physics for that very reason. But everything before calculus teaches us how to think.

I studied so much mathematics that I internalized how to generate logic and how to think logically. I can rely on my capacity for rational thought now when my body, my mind, my soul, my heart, and my life is in a state of crisis.

I am a testament to the value of a good education in mathematics. Now, sit down and do your homework.

I know some of you out there are worried about what will happen when I become "too" powerful. In response to this concern, there are five points I need to stress...
1.) First and foremost, I do not understand how anyone can look at me without seeing my complete helplessness. I have no human rights (no freedom from torture, no right to physical safety, no right to protection of my own life, nothing) but my freedom of speech. I sleep at my own peril. I do not even have the means to sue for my own rights myself; I had to create a legally binding document in 2009 to create my own loophole, so my BFF can press charges I am not allowed to know about on my behalf. I am helpless. I am a sitting duck for a physical attack. I have no rights but an open mouth.
2.) You all need to acknowledge where the power I do have in this world comes from. It comes from my complete and total innocence in the world and from the fact I have never done wrong. It is not only that I am almost always right; it is also that I am completely reliably morally good at all times. I am my raw self at all times with no pretenses and no facades possible, and my basic, natural self has proven incorruptible.
3.) If you believe I am very powerful, you need to do everything possible to maintain the purity of my signal to maintain the accurate portrayal of my life through my broadcast. Do you remember when they broke into my signal and polluted it with libel claiming I was a pot-smoking, drug-addicted nymphomaniac? We cannot allow the power of this broadcast to fall into the wrong hands again. The broadcast is just too powerful to be trusted in the hands of anyone else.
4.) You also need to make sure I am not destroyed. They plan on torturing me again on Thursday, and the torture and constant, unrelenting suffering I live through because of Obama's persecution of me since 2009 has already caused me real damage. Protect me, so that I do not become destroyed also to make sure this broadcast never falls into unworthy hands.
5.) Finally, never forget that I will end it all. Once I reach my human rights, this broadcast and this dedicated forum of mine will all go away. I will get rid of this broadcast, arguably the most powerful dedicated forum the world has ever experienced, myself once I am free, just so I can be a human again. I will give up my power myself; that is how much I am suffering because of it.

Just set me free, and the broadcast will finally end.

I will not disappear. The blog will stay, and there will always be a way to reach me for guidance and advice. I will finally be able to take on Global Climate Change and other impending world problems. But the sheer force of nature I wield will be gone. My voice will come from my throat not from your equipment, and I will finally be free.

That said, despite many reassurances I have heard lately that things are better now, I have seen absolutely no improvement to my quality of life. I will be tortured Thursday if I am not rescued first. I still have no bodyguard to keep me safe particularly when I sleep. I still do not have control of my finances away from my father. I still have no friends to spend my time with. All I have in my life is the ability to scream for help, and how many times have they tried to silence me already?

Make noise, my beautiful world. I need you all to make noise until my life improves. Communicate, organize, and demonstrate. In my last blog post, I included the grounds to keep you all safe if you demonstrate on my behalf. Click here to read my last blog post again, it is near the end. I need your help, my beautiful world. I need such basic things in my life to improve. Thank you.

Also, my beautiful world, please also make sure my rescuers have all of the support they need to make my rescue happen. We need this done and taken care of. Not only will it bring each and every necessary improvement to my quality of life, but it will also make sure that my rescuers finally stop dying. I worry about them so much.

If MI6 can make it in here to flirt with me, someone with orders to rescue me must be able to make it in here, too. I just need a lift. I just need someone to put me in their car and drive me to my brave rescuers and devoted husband in Wisconsin. This does not need to be as difficult as it is right now. I am sure the CIA or the KGB must be able to reach me, too. Please, someone with orders to rescue me, please come give me a ride to the camp in Wisconsin.

Speaking of which, everyone seems to be talking about the same man I saw once and then never saw again. How can one man that is clearly not around at all make so many people talk? Yes, Mr. Spoon-Me was a flirt, but he got nowhere with me but out my front door for misbehaving.

I have a soft spot for secret agents-- they are my bad boy type-- but I am a loving, devoted, and faithful wife. I might recommend that he be sent here to be a long-needed friend to me while I wait for my rescue, but what I am first and foremost is a good wife. I need a literal friend and a damn good bodyguard, and do I not deserve the best? It does not mean I will sleep with the man.

Sweetness, I have absolutely no intentions to make love to anybody but you for the rest of my life. Please say you are okay with my being safe when I sleep. A webcam is just a deterrent; I need a bodyguard. Please, my epic hero that is my husband, trust me. Faithful Penelope waits. I will always and have always waited for you.

P.S. For the first time ever, fans can vote for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Click here to cast your vote. It has been a long time since I have had to chance to make music, so I do not expect any votes for me. Do you all remember me and Mr. Viggo Mortensen in Auntie Occident in San Francisco in 2009? Click here to take a listen. Yeah, that is the two of us singing Motown and Dead covers. Sigh, I thought it best to end this blog post on a much lighter note.