Never Trust Anyone Who Asks Me My Name

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Here is my latest blog post. Sunday was eventful. I hope you make a blockbuster podcast out of it. And I pray you got all the audio.

Cairo, Egypt. Senator John McCain has let his opinion be known about how he feels about US aid and the Egyptian government. I also see Obama is holding off announcing his own opinion until after he sees what I have to say about it. The Egyptian military did ask me, after all, what to do if Morsi did not meet their deadline. I told them to hold elections and as ElBaradei his opinion.

I believe the US should still give Egypt aid. Not only because the Egyptian military did not assume power in Egypt, they were merely an agent of change in the region, but also because the Egyptian military is going to great pains to build a Western-friendly, secular, interim government until the elections they promise to hold.

The Egyptian military is trying to create the government the revolution promised years ago before it got hijacked by Islamists. We should give them credit for that. If their secular interim government can make a dent in the nation's problems including but not limited to the economy, they stand a good chance of being elected. This was change, not a coup.

As for my life, Saturday, after warning the world there would be porn, instead of going on a date I was stood up. I sat on the patio at Stam alone Saturday night listening to music before going home alone to watch the first new Star Trek alone. A friend consoled me online. Thank you, Brandon. I was told it did not stop Obama from producing porn, though. He is so pathetically desperate to defame me.

Sunday started off as a good day. Andy Murray won Wimbledon. Technically, I was cheering for both of them, so there was no way for me to be disappointed. But I am very proud of Andy. Congratulations, Mr. Murray. You did your nation proud.

I caught an early afternoon showing of the Lone Ranger. What a fun movie! I have no idea why it is not doing better in theaters. I consider it a love letter from my husband, so if no one sees it and appreciates it but me, I am sure they will still call it a success. But please, my beautiful world, support those who fight for me. Please go see the Lone Ranger at your local theater. They put so much love and attention into it.

What else happened on Sunday? My mom and I had a late lunch. I received notification that libel porn was still active even on Sunday afternoon. I took a nap. I watched the news. I had another long talk with Brandon.

I received an explanation for why my date stood me up twice over the weekend. We were supposed to also take a walk around Gray's Lake Sunday afternoon. It was all understandable, but I told him to warn me beforehand next time he had to cancel.

At about 8pm, I ventured off to a local bar alone just so I would not have to sit at home alone. And that is how I ran into Amber and Amber's friend who was never worth my learning his name. First and foremost, never trust ANYBODY who asks me my name. That was the first warning she gave me that all she was going to do all night was get into my face to insult me, abuse me, attack me, aggravate me, and make fun of me. I pray the universe takes vengeance upon them both in a timely fashion.

Amber and Amber's friend are examples of everything wrong with Iowa. They are the vile slime that defines everything evil about this state. Amber and Amber's friend's blind obedience to Obama resulted in their blatant and unforgiving persecution of me. Iowa is evil. And Amber proved it.

Amber also proved to be very deluded. She seems to think boys flirt with her because she is attractive. I've seen her. Boys flirt with her because she is fat, and that makes her look desperate. There was no reality in that woman anywhere.

After the vileness left the bar, desperation came in. Obama sent in two more people trained specifically to aggravate me. The women who came in the bar after the socially incompetence of Amber and her friend left, claimed one of them had slept with my husband. Not only that, she claimed she did not remember much about it at all because she was so drunk calling my benevolent husband a date rapist. Obama is desperate to break us up.

My genius podcasters, please make a blockbuster out of my Sunday night. Get all of their faces. Get all of their voices. Make a record of what I endure in Iowa at the hands of Obama. Make the podcast a force for justice in the world.

My beautiful world, do not get me wrong. I do have an oasis or two in this desert of human rights violations. The Chocolaterie Stam treats me like a human. The bartenders at Zimm's treat me like a human. The neighborhood grocery store, the Dahl's on Ingersoll, also tries to be humane. But for the most part, Iowa needs to be flattened for human rights violations carried out by the public in general as well as by the local government. This place is toxic.

When in doubt, there are five easy things you can do to prevent my soul from dying in here. Imagine the world without me. Then please do everything possible to keep me good and beautiful.
1.) Organize. Make noise. Protest. Raise some nonviolent hell. Your constant pressure on the government is invaluable. Obama terrorizes people into obeying him because the public is good to me one by one. If everyone stands up all at once, America will get away with setting itself free. Iowa in particular needs someone to come in here and organize these people en masse. This is not rebellion; this is civil disobedience, that which civil rights movements are always built on. The rules are proven unconstitutional anyway.
2.) Increase awareness. Make sure there is no one anywhere in the world who does not know who I am, what I do for this world, and how much I suffer. I spend all day every day using my intellect to save the world. Spread the truth around. I am not a schizophrenic. I am not mentally incompetent. I am not a porn star. I have never been a stripper. This is all just enduring libel Obama spreads about me. My job is saving the world.
3.) Turn in your evidence. Has Obama commanded or even asked you to do ANYTHING concerning me since 2009? We could have gotten this far with his impeachment years ago if we just had all of the evidence in one place sooner. Please help us. If you have witnessed, endured, or suffered through any oppression or human rights violations at the hands of Obama, send Syniva your evidence and witness testimonies.
4.) Be good to me. Keep me as safe as possible. Spend time with me. Be a true friend to me not some superficial twat who asks me my name. I live with a target the president of the United States put on my head. I could use some help making it through this without being so persecuted that I am destroyed. Be a hero; do not be a stereotypical Iowan. And definitely keep watching the hacked webcam while I sleep instead of the Obama porn channel. My security system is the only thing that prevents Obama from raping me again. We make progress in the courts when you, the people who love me, challenge the rules. It also makes me feel warm and loved. Please consider it.
5.) Support the people who fight for me if you cannot fight for me yourself. Buy Syniva's art. Feed my protesters. Get my rescuers to my side. Do whatever it takes. Take down everyone from DC to Des Moines who is in the way of my having human rights if necessary. Provide everything my rescuers ask for. Try to predict when and if they will need help. Obama is trying to kill them. They need your help constantly.
And, thank you, my beautiful world. Thank you! I would be nothing without you. You give me faith in humanity and love for the world. Imagine the world without me; then impeach Obama in time to save me from his bubble destroying me. Thank you, my beautiful world.

My brave rescuers, I know the US military is helping you now. I also know Obama tried killing you all again Sunday night. We had some sort of grand success on Sunday. I have no idea what is was, but it made Obama throw a tantrum. I wish there were a safer way to rescue me. I wish we could avoid this civil war. Until Obama lays his weapons down and gives me back all of my human rights, this is all we have, though. Thank you for believing I am worth all of this.

SynSyn, flatten Iowa. There is no excuse for locals going out of their way to attack and persecute me. The local government does enough of that on its own. I want this place broken and begging for mercy. Please flatten Iowa sooner rather than later. They have to be taught a lesson.

If I had wrath, I would be capable of vengeance. I am left begging the universe to take care of the vileness of Amber without me. I pray cosmic justice is swift upon her evil head.

Sweetness, the bartender Alan got a good look at the girl and the girl's facebook wall who tried to defame you to my face by claiming she slept with you. I recommend suing her. Darling, you could have lost me. Was that not her goal? To make me leave you? We need to drive the message home that doing what Obama wants gets people punished.

Darling, I am fed up with the locals. Fuck Iowa. Sue them all. Put them all in prison. How dare they try to come between me and the man I love.

I love you, Sweetness. I am going to go think about our happily ever after now. I need something to cheer me up. Thank you for the Lone Ranger.