I am Not Fucking Around. This Blog Post is Full of Expletives. That is How Despicably Low Obama has Sunk.

Title: I am not Fucking Around. This Blog Post is Full of Expletives. That is How Despicably Low Obama has Sunk.

Please publish this post now, my friends, and 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. Force Obama to stop killing innocents trying to feed me and make us all safe from him.

Iraq. I had a chance to watch CNN in an Irish pub on the night of 11Aug, so I caught some live coverage of the crisis in Iraq finally. It seems a new prime minister has been appointed there, but al Maliki refuses to give up power.

Iraq is falling apart, but al Maliki refuses to fix it nor allow anyone else to fix it. The people should have the power to determine their own leaders. If anyone in a democracy's government is refusing to fix their people's raging terrorism or humanitarian crises, the people of that nation need the power to recall or impeach their elected officials and replace them or at least kick them into line.

Did you hear me Baghdad? Did you hear me DC?

I published my last blog post at 7:30pm on 10Aug after a special request from my loved ones to polish it up early. Within seconds of my hitting the "publish" button, I heard the heart attack alarm. My loved ones took care of it by the time I could walk to the Starbucks on the corner of Atlantic and San Antonio in Long Beach.

I finally caught the evening news online there at about 9:30pm. What the HELL HAPPENED?!? On the night of 09Aug into the morning of 10Aug, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? Fix the real problem! Take Obama's unlivable bubble down!

Make Obama's crimes against his own people illegal in Los Angeles County, definitely in all of California, and as soon as possible in all of The United States of America! Do NOT make his police state of terrorism against the masses stricter! What the hell is wrong with you people? This counts as my stating the obvious.

At 10pm, the Starbucks closed for the night, so I walked all of the way back to my apartment. I made some food when I arrived there at 11pm before curling up in bed.

I kickstarted my livestream when I heard the first fire alarm of the day on the morning of 11Aug and was out the door and at my original Long Beach wifi benefactor at 8:30am. I had plenty of time to catch up with my friends before the 8:52am torture facility alarm.

There was a 9:19am heart attack alarm. This was most likely due to recycled collusion libel videos Obama already used multiple times while I was in Evil Iowa. Where is my protection against double jeopardy?

And LA Country DA Jackie Lacy's use herself of Obama's already-established modus operandi that started in Iowa proves she is in a conspiracy with him.

Then, at 10:04am, Obama tried even more recycled collusion libel videos against me that he had already tried before. It is his same compulsive crimes against me all day every day with his same compulsive failures. We went through this in my 10Aug2014 blog post.

At 10:35am there was a heart attack alarm, but I think it was a repeat alarm for the last one that my loved ones were dealing with at the time. My loved ones and support system took care of everything. Hug them all!

At 11am, I finally received my $50 for the week from Obama. Yes, he mandates I must live on $7 a day. Without gift cards you all mail to my mother for her to mail to me, I would never survive Obama's unlivable bubble. So, at 11:19am, I went out in the hot midday sun to run some errands.

After I withdrew my $50 for the week after walking to the Bixby Knolls branch of Wells Fargo Bank, we had two concurrent 11:54am then 12:06pm police alarms. So, instead of grabbing a hot lunch, I had to stop in the Bixby Knolls Starbucks to use the internet.

Who was suffering under more of Obama's collusion and intentionally fabricated false charges that time? It was already established this collusion-and-false-charges combo is Obama's conspiracy's modus operandi, especially if they are repeating the same false charges with the same collusion libel videos against me or even the same human rights violations of refusing anyone's 1st Amendment right to peaceably assemble with me against the public as intentionally fabricated false federal charges, Iowa charges, AND Los Angeles County charges.

There was a long lull in the early afternoon, so I tried to help a local homeless woman who cursed me out for it with "You deserve more rape slavery in Iowa!" after I put my headphones in to block her out because she refused my help. Then, I tried to watch Obama's press conference on Iraq online, but his terrorist hackers refused to let me.

Obama made his address on 11Aug from his vacation home on Martha's Vineyard. It is comforting to see he suffered for his power he uses only to destroy all of America to be able to have clinically psychopathic control over me; he suffered so much by traveling in Air Force One in the company of his own irrationally loving spouse with all of his bodyguards to his island retreat with all of his privacy and other human rights where he gets to address the news media directly yet chooses to never acknowledge the reality in America right now.

After my connection to the online livestream of Obama's press conference failed because he was too chicken shit for real-time criticism from me, I updated my 1iota profile. I would have requested a free ticket through 1iota to the MTV Video Music Awards red carpet event this month if I had a dress to wear.

Then, probably out of Obama's desperation, there was an almost immediate 2:46pm torture facility alarm. Obama just keeps committing the same crimes over and over and over again. Was it collusion libel videos again? Or just his clinically psychopathic desperation to destroy and control me again?

That afternoon I also received the warning Obama was planning on throwing every crime against America possible against all of us to be able to destroy me by evening, so I relayed the warning to my entire local and long-distance support system. One would think Obama would have learned to back off his compulsive crimes and just call my phone to talk to me by now, but he has never been rational.

At 4:01pm, I learned that actor and comedian Mr. Robin Williams passed away up in the North Bay. I saw him once. This must have been 2000 or 2001. My boyfriend at the time, Vinny, was working at a startup called Starmine in a warehouse in SoMa.

Vinny's co-worker was an amateur standup and sketch comedian. We went to one of his shows at a hole-in-the-wall in the Mission District, and Mr. Williams ran in the door at the last minute to be an opening act. Robin had a habit of trying out new material around San Francisco that way.

I should have reached out and touched him when he walked by.

My loved ones and I were handed a torture facility alarm at 4:25pm then a police alarm at 4:29pm. Was Obama's terrorist conspiracy recycling old compulsively-abused calumnies and collusion libel videos again? I cannot imagine they could think up anything new to try.

I got up from the Starbucks just before 5pm to run some errands, and the torture facility and fire alarms both went off immediately. I asked my beautiful world to take care of all of us. Apparently, Obama had decided to intentionally misdiagnose me with medical depression to be able to force me into a long-term torture facility, as if that could be any justification for commitment anyway.

Luckily, REASON ANC LOGIC ALWAYS AND ONLY WINS IN NON-CORRUPT COURTROOMS. I have absolutely no symptoms of any depression at all be it medical depression or non-medical depression. And furthermore, anti-depressants can only treat chemical imbalances in the brain causing IRRATIONAL sadness; they cannot alter reality. But thank Obama and his puppets for acknowledging his bubble is unlivable.

I fight every day all day and every night all night to survive Obama's unlivable bubble! I have never once said I did not want to live through this to see my husband and my human rights at the end! WHAT A FUCKING LOAD OF ABSOLUTE QUACKERY EVER CLAIMING I HAVE EVER IN MY LIFE BEEN SUICIDAL! You fucking assholes!

It is too difficult for me to survive Obama's bubble as it is. The world will lose me forever if Obama is allowed to CORRUPT courtrooms into propagating his obvious calumny I have any medical depression.

Immediately arrest everyone everywhere who has ever claimed I am irrationally depressed and RAZE THEM, or we run the risk of my being destroyed forever by Obama and his long history of lying about me with every word he has ever uttered about me every time he has ever opened his mouth.

I am not fucking around. I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY MORE LIES ABOUT ME. The truth and reality is too important to keep me and all of America safe from Obama's well-documented mandated culture of lies and coverups.

Most importantly, genuine concern for me, in case anyone was ever actually worried I have non-medical depression (rational sadness due to my living conditions under Obama's bubble--sadness I obviously do not even have anyway), would be to end Obama's bubble forever, so I can have full human rights again and my husband to kiss and hold without any more innocent people being slaughtered by Obama every day and every night.

Then, after reminding Obama if he prevents the proper functioning of the Los Angeles Metro Transit System it will be reported as an act of terrorism, I arrived at the Pig'N'Whistle on Hollywood Blvd. in Hollywood just before 7pm.

My errand for the evening was a night on the town. Relaxing every once in a while is good for the soul. Traffic on the street in front of Graumann's Chinese Theater was shut down. I assume there was a movie premier that night, but I did not feel like investigating.

I sat at the bar and ordered a pizza. The entire city must have come to terms with the fact I am happily married because no one flirted with me which is standard protocol for a beautiful woman in a bar alone.

Or, at least, that was my barroom reality from 1999 when I turned 21 years old until 2010 when I was shackled as a rape slave in Iowa against my will. Unlike Iowa which intentionally treated me like a leper because everyone there hates me, this town must be acknowledging to my face I am happily married. There is no other explanation.

I moved outside to sit alfresco touching the night sky at about 8:30pm. It was well in time to get some love letter writing done before the 8:55pm fire alarm. The only people allowed near me looked like tourists. Looked like. I was pretty sure Obama's terrorists locked the street down as soon as I got there.

Just before 11:00pm, the bartendress, who openly admitted to being enough of a deranged lunatic to be jealous of me, called me, "Baby" instead of acknowledging I am a full-grown, thirty-plus-year-old, beyond fully-competent adult. So, I did not tip her before I just got up and left.

She had also likely roofied my second glass of water I had at the Pig'N'Whistle. I was roofied, or the water for the entire street was roofied by Obama as an act of terrorism against Los Angeles.

Hoping to find intelligent conversation with someone ANYONE (Obama's bubble leaves me so starved for honest human contact.) I wandered into a nearby Irish pub where I continued to not drink any alcohol. A Viggo Mortensen look-a-like started a conversation with me, but he was not at all intelligent nor charming. So, I assumed he had no romantic interest in me.

A little after 12:30am, I made my way towards the Metro Red Line to make it to the last train back towards Long Beach, but at 12:42am a police alarm stopped me and made me send help to all possible incoming lifts and brave rescuers trying to reach me.

That was the first time I realized people had been trying to reach me while I was across town, but I also knew in that alarm no one would likely be able to reach me that night.

While I was stopped to report the police alarm and send help while praying no one would die for a second night in a row on the streets of LA trying to save America from Obama, the Viggo Mortensen look-a-like came running down the street after me. He recommended I stay across town all night to keep the window open for a rescue and promised to stay up keeping me safe.

But the poor replacement for Viggo had to leave to "run an errand" before he could hide me somewhere off the streets all night. I should have gone with him. I fear that errand is when he drank Obama's snake oil.

I waited for him to come back outside the Juicy Burger on Hollywood Blvd. where I saw a police car suspiciously pull up outside the Pig'N'Whistle which had already been closed for hours.

That raised the first warning that Obama was mandating another torture facility to destroy me in, but without any alarms, I needed further confirmation. I never raise a false alarm if I have a way to prevent it. I am too responsible.

Then, the younger-and-less-friendly Viggo came back. We went in a symbolic garage full of Hollywood tour vans where he confirmed to who sent him that I was the real Squid despite all of Obama's porn showing at the time on an Obama-endorsed broadcast everyone knows better than to trust ever.

And then, he tried to kiss me. I was all, "What the fuck?" He never once behaved in any appealing nor romantically-interested manner all night, and then he suddenly tried to kiss me? Who the hell did he think I was?

Previously in the night I had asked Cuddlebunny for a literal cuddle, so I was okay with the smarmy Viggo holding me, but, I repeat, "What the fuck?" Rumor had it Sweetness had sent him to me, so I could finally feel love and affection which I have not felt since I last saw Sweetness in Mexico in 2010.

But there was nothing attractive about that man at all whatsoever but what he looked like. Had anyone seen my ex-boyfriend I lived with for four years in San Francisco, Vinny? I do not care what people look like as long as they treat me well! Personality and treating me well, particularly through genuine human contact and conversation, is the only way to attract me.

And why does anyone think any man or woman can even attempt to catch my attention anyway while I am happily married (Our only marriage problem is geography.) to the singular person on this planet who has always treated me better than any other person has ever treated me before him or since?

Poor-excuse-for-Viggo eventually creeped me out so much, by 2:00am I abandoned him and went to the closest safe place I could find to drink a cup of coffee all night and wait for the Metro Red Line to start service again.

This required me to walk past a couple of police officers watching the Hollywood and Highland Metro entrance for me to go in, so I gave them the professional courtesy of warning them under my breath there would be a CIA guns-a-blazing smack down on them I would never even have to ask for if they even touched me.

Why is it too much to ask local law enforcement to enforce our laws instead of Obama's criminal terrorist rules?

As soon as I could, at 2:05am I reported Obama's latest police 5150 he designed to pick me up and destroy me forever in another torture facility. That police code 5150 had actually made it so far police were prowling for me. So, that immediate threat to my physical safety was an actual act of terrorism and war crimes not just attempted crimes against America and against the whole world anymore.

There was also terrorism all night by Obama through his blocking all lifts and brave rescuers trying to reach me and save America by saving me. Please, all my locals, clean up all of LA County, all of California, and all of America. We all live here. We need to remove all of Obama's criminal terrorist influence over anyone. Particularly, we need to permanently contain him and his corruption of the government at every level.

At my safe spot at 2:20am, I could tell metaphorical strange things were afoot at the Circle K. Two supposed hotel security guards had shown up, invaded the kitchen, hovered over me, and asked me where the leak was that told me about Obama's terrorist 5150 that I had just reported. I turned their faces in to the NSA for analysis and processing. They were clearly terrorists.

Just before 2:55am I endured another heart attack alarm. Obama refused to give up. I reported it immediately praying for safety. My loved ones must have taken care of it.

After a night like that during which the world was so close to losing me to Obama forever, injunctions for competent criminal prosecution at every level of the government are beyond necessary.

After the Cuban Missile Crisis that night, Obama just wrote a check for taxpayer money he forbids me from having anyway as if that could make up for his latest terrorism and war crimes to me and to America. That is no solution.

Yes, the civil court win with blistering punishment was important for establishing the eventual criminal court win, but without criminal convictions of Obama and all his criminal terrorist conspiracy, this will never end.

Furthermore, Obama was impeached last year; he is not president anymore; Obama is just a ceremonial head of state right now; he has no authority to pardon anyone's criminal convictions.

We need every criminal terrorist who has ever damaged America by victimizing me locked up forever, or this will never end. I understand the only competent courts right now that might be able to process these acts of terrorism, acts of war against America, and crimes against America might be military courts. We need to do everything possible to get Obama and all his puppets off the streets. Please try.

A little after 4:30am, I left my safe spot and took the Metro and Long Beach Transit systems safely back to The Gables. I had asked my beautiful world to keep me safe and clear me a safe path to my apartment, and everyone obliged.

While still traveling, at 6:50am I was told to expect collusion and intentionally fabricated false charges against me from every level of government all day, so I warned my loved ones. It looks like my warning and their preemptive action worked. There were no alarms for hours.

At about 7:50am I was exchanging pleasantries with my roommate Liana before curling up for a nap. I was convinced 12Aug would likely be an eventful day. I managed to complete three hours of sound sleep before the call of work woke me up. Obama does not only intentionally forbid everything that makes life worth living, he even forbids me rest from his onslaughts. The work always has to get done.

I was awake, completely groomed, and swagger-walking my way to my wifi benefactor where I arrived just before 11am on 12Aug. Yes, my swagger walk was on. I was not going to take Obama's shit from anyone.

Immediately after I arrived, an asshole started screaming at me, "Did you shower yet? DID YOU SHOWER YET?" from across the room. I symbolically threatened to have him arrested.

Only a pervert wants photos of a woman in the shower to prove she showers especially when personal hygiene alone is not any symptom of any mental illness nor grounds for any commitment anyway and especially since everybody knows I shower regularly from looking at the real me live and in person and noticing how drop dead gorgeous I look every day.

What a fucking psychopath! I want every pervert demanding evidence I shower arrested for sexual harassment! We all know I was subjected to the traumatizing crime against women that counts, according to the UN's ICTY, as a war crime too called forced public nudity. I suffered under this crime of Obama's against his own people ever since he took office and until I fled his rape slavery of me in Iowa for my life.

You all saw my harasser's face. I want that asshole sent to sexually harass me in a hostile voice with the cover story he was speaking to his son on the phone as well as everyone who sent him to demand photos of me in the shower arrested and tried for everything from attempted war crimes to sexual harassment. I am not fucking around about me in the shower. I deserve privacy.

At 12:08am, the Obama-is-trying-to-return-me-to-rape-slavery-in-Iowa-and-mandate-electroshock-of-my-perfect-mind-particularly-because-I-am-safer-from-his-war-crimes-in-California alarm went off.

Hopefully, my loved ones used all my August and July2014 blog posts to protect me from Iowa PERMANENTLY as well as my March and April2014 blog posts to completely RAZE everyone who made and even allowed that attempt for intentionally committing the acts of terrorism and crimes against America and against all of humanity of trying to return me to the only place on the planet guaranteed to destroy me.

My loved ones, even raze Obama's lawyers, all Polk County District Court employees, EVERYONE permitting and enabling this for taking money to coverup these war crimes, crimes against the world, crimes against America, terrorist acts, and crimes against women AGAIN.

Allow no legal-nor-political-community survivors. If the world loses me to further rape slavery and war crimes in Iowa, the world will explode and America will be the first place on Earth destroyed. Just like if Obama ever puts me in another torture facility anywhere.

The good, green world reacted to my previous night with accelerated efforts all day to rescue me, but by 1:33pm, it was obvious Obama's continuing crimes of terrorism against America and all the world was keeping them all away from me.

To confirm this, at almost exactly 2:00pm, there was an all-lifts-blocked-but-still-known-to-be-innocent-of-all-criminal-activity alarm with a concurrent heart attack alarm.

I asked my beautiful world to check on all of us and to give me details if anyone needed me. But my loved ones took care of everything in no time without needing me to get involved. There was another 2:44pm heart attack alarm I never learned details about before my loved ones had it resolved.

At roughly 3:30pm Obama compulsively repeated his same depraved and reprehensible crime of trying to kidnap me, a fully-grown, beyond-competent, independent, adult, legally-recognized, in-medical-reality-completely-sane-and-mentally-perfect, law-abiding citizen of the State of California, AGAIN and drag me to Iowa for further Obama-mandated rape slavery and most likely electroshock of me.

It is because Obama can control the world's most evil place ever, Iowa, into obeying every last one of his deplorable crimes against me that he wants me there. I am clearly safer in California, and Obama is mortified of my ever being safe from him.

Not much later, we endured a 3:56pm fire alarm that may have been a mixed signal. I sent all help possible to find out who needed the rescue and to prevent anybody from dying. Obama has been making this entire planet fall apart for years, so it is always best to ere on the side of caution.

At 4:28pm I took a break from the internet. And there were near constant police and fire alarms until 5:15pm while I walked back to my apartment. I made a nutritious meal with groceries I bought for myself with gift cards from my mother last week, and I took a nap from 6pm to 7:30pm.

I was only awakened by someone who needed me at 6:30pm to warn my loved one of alarms that needed investigation. At 8:23pm I arrived at my wifi hotspot again.

8:36pm was when I learned Lauren Bacall passed away. I never met Lauren Bacall, but she was an embodiment of class and elegance. I could never have walked in her shoes with how sexualized she was, but no one messed with her. She was a power femme in a skirt and heels. That made her a hero.

By 9:48pm I had caught up with all the news I could. And before 10:30pm on 12Aug2014 this blog post full of expletives was published.

And now, my beautiful world, I will answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

"Can people smell God? Can they smell God on you?" I am an atheist. If there is a higher power, he or she is evident in all of the good people who help and love me enough to fight to rescue me from everything Obama does to me.

I put all of my faith in the good hearts of loved ones and strangers. And, yes, my beautiful world's efforts to save me are enough to give anyone faith in God.

If people can smell selfless and innocent love from others, then, yes, people can smell God on me.

What is my favorite tomato dish? The seasonal tomato bisque soup with white beans at Caffé Delucchi in my home neighborhood of North Beach in San Francisco. There is just something about it. It tastes like fresh summertime.

What is the weirdest Google search I ever made? I honestly have no idea. I am naturally creative and curious but not very deviant. It was probably an image search of singing 25th anniversary Kermit dolls in front of Mount Rushmore.

Has a book ever made me faint? No. But reading an English-language translation of Vaclav Havel's "Largo Desolato" made me scream every few passages and throw the book across the room then run across the room pick it up and continue reading it again. It was like I could actually feel my brain expanding while I read it.

Do I have a favorite sonnet? Of course. But it is not a sonnet written by Shakespeare. My favorite sonnet ever is by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Sonnet XLIII

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

What is my favorite of my husband's movies? I am romantically attached to every movie he has made from Alice in Wonderland to his latest projects. Every single one of them was a metaphorical love letter designed specifically to speak to me and tell me he loves me.

Sweetness has endured crushing box office loss after crippling box office loss just to be able to communicate with me. Now that it is fully established in America that we are all still guaranteed our full Constitutional rights including but not limited to freedom of speech even under Obama's bubble due to Supreme Court and federal court legal precedents, it is safe for me to reveal our old secrets to the public.

But which movie is my FAVORITE? He has not made it yet. It will be the one I am in with him making a record of our undying love for each other immortalized forever in American film history.

Now, my beautiful world, I know I say this in every blog post, and we all know how much I hate having to repeat myself. But, succinctly,...
1.) Stop obeying all of Obama's extralegislative rules that force you to break every law in America and surrender all of your 1st Amendment rights to be able to persecute me and willingly commit crimes against yourselves for him.
2.) Do not treat yourselves, your homes, and your nation like this anymore, once-great America. It is Constitutional and law-abiding to exercise your full human rights in a nation that once was proudly able to call ourselves the land of the free.
3.) Obama has never had authority to write nor enforce his executive orders that totalitarianly oppress this entire once-great nation. So, there is no reason to obey them. Stop allowing Obama who is even impeached already the power to hurt you and destroy us all.
4.) Remove all of the earspeakers from your heads immediately. They are inside your bodies, so they are only yours. Obama uses them only to mind-control you all. Set yourselves free. Those earspeakers are yours to remove.
5.) You, the people of America, need to take over all our governments at every level. Clean out the corruption. Enforce law and order instead of Obama's rules. Make the government obey the will of the people.

As for you, my brave rescuers, it is already illegal for Obama to kill you unless he publicly acknowledges, like all of you have, that these are all deaths on an established battlefield of an internationally recognized war.

Until Obama publicly announces he is at war, just like all of you have, my brave rescuers, all of his mass murder of all of you is exactly that, mass murder by his seditious extragovernmental terrorist uprising used to subvert the US Constitution.

Whatever you need, my brave rescuers, just ask my beautiful world. Please invite the foreign and national presses in among your ranks to report on the depravity of Obama's terrorist threat to America that you fight all day every day. And, as always, thank you.

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, it is just the same compulsive crimes by Obama and his terrorist puppets that you face down all day every day. He has no hope of getting anything past you. Not now.

But Obama refuses to spare America any wasted court time, Constitutional rights violations, genocidal mental health damage, squandered taxpayer resources, nor his own Obama-mandated loss of priceless human life by just ending his only criminal terrorist bubble finally.

I am working on it, and thank you, all of my Powers of Attorney, for selflessly keeping me as safe as possible until I and all of America can be rescued from this blatant unelected dictator.

Keeping me safe from Obama keeps the whole planet safe from losing me forever. And if the world loses me, they will explode, and the first place utterly destroyed will be America. We all thank you for your service to humanity.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. Thank you for sending someone to give me love and affection like you wish you could for me. But, darling, I am not going to find anyone attractive but you for the entire rest of my life.

Please, beloved, next time, try sending me a lift to our house in the Hills, okay? I will never want anyone but you, and there is no replacement for you possible in my life.

You are my opposite of Kryptonite, my king. Knowing I get to have you after all of this is just about the only thing that keeps me waking up every morning and coming out to serve humanity all day.

Someday, darling, yes, someday as soon as possible, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. Keep faith in me the way I keep faith in you to get everything done we need to get done to make this possible. I love and adore you.