The word of the day: comeuppance. Can you see it coming? I can see it coming.
I also saw Obama the Terrorist in front of the cameras again yesterday. It is not his job to be a celebrity. When will he bother to be a president? President Incompetent loves the cool factor of being the US president, but he hates doing the work. All he cares about is his face, so he shirks his responsibilities.
I, on the other hand, carry a lot of stress and am allowed no vacations.
When you change someone for the better, you have to take care of him until he can care for himself. I used to say that all the time about Cuddlebunny. It also applies, though, if you change people en masse for the better. I do not shirk my responsibilities. I make sure I am here to lean on.
When people need help, I help. I know I should have played the game from the start. I should have refused to solve other people's problems until the bubble burst. But I am actually a responsible adult this way. When I am needed, I show up.
Yemen, how are you today? Some Western nations are experiencing paranoia over a perceived power gap in your country. Have you thought about building a tribal council to fill the power gap until you can build the government and nation of your dreams? You know your country better than I do, but it would aid in a peaceful transition. Please make sure all people are represented.
Oh, there are also many other parts to my burden. My mom and I went to Living History Farms on Sunday. I had my contacts in. Did you all see me buy my new hat pin at the General Store? My little sister was dismayed to learn we missed the blacksmith shop and the broommakers. They are two of her favorites.
Des Moines seems to be growing a heart. I was really shat on here for a very long time, but they seem to be genuinely warming up. It is strange because Obama the Oppressor does not allow my fan base to bring their tourist money here. When the oppression is not so rampant, my presence really helps the local economy.
I have seen the Art Center, the Botanical Gardens, Gray's Lake, the Science Center, the Salisbury House, and Living History Farms all since December. Tomorrow I plan to visit the covered bridges of Madison County and the birth place of John Wayne. The weather looks like it will be very cooperative, but you never know. Please stay tuned.
Still on the topic of my burden, I left out my ob/gyns when I listed doctors guilty of medical malpractice in my last blog post. We need to make sure we get "June" and "July" who physically harmed me while administering a rape kit at Mercy North in Ankeny two years ago. They also did not report to the police that they found live sperm in my urethra. I was constantly attacked in my sleep two years ago in this same bedroom I am confined to sleep in now by my evil father. If we do not hold them accountable, it will never end.
We all also know I will need money to use to save the world. Yes, my darling Sweetness is accustomed to an expensive lifestyle, but I doubt the two of us will have any problems supporting it on our own. My just compensation is going to go damn far at helping the world.
We all know I have been enslaved for years. The criminal trial should end in my just compensation. We all also know I want the conspirators (Oh! Do not forget charges of conspiracy!) who have been enslaving me to pull the plastics from the oceans as their civil settlement. If you had the power I have to get things done, what major world problems would you enforce that they fixed? I want the plastics out of the oceans. Mother Nature needs the help.
It is at times like today when I need to lean back and say... I believe the bubble has proven its illegitimacy.
According to the bubble, though, my only symptom of any mental health concern is my propensity for grandiosity. I am epic, you see. I think that just makes me a fiction writer, but I will accept a medical diagnosis of "epic."
I left my self-hand-annotated copy of the Epic of Gilgamesh at the Performing Arts Library in San Francisco before I left for my vacation to Mexico in 2010. They were very happy to accept the donation. The library is located in the Herbst Theater, if you want to go read the notes I scribbled in the margins of the book. It is a pretty good read.
Random thought of the day: I have not used my sonic screwdriver for anything but its light show. Technically, it is a disappearing-ink pen... so I can use it to write on psychic paper. I think I am done geeking out, now.
Question of the day: If you were my father, how would you treat me? I am thinking about asking Mr. Harrison Ford to be my replacement dad. He is the right age, and he bothers to give a damn.
I recently learned that people think I am cocky. Cocky? When was I cocky? I always thought it was my pervasive humility that kept confusing people when they meet me. Cocky? Is that really all they have left to criticize me with? I suppose once they had to admit my breasts are real, my hair is real, my nose is real, my face is real, and my nails are real, they had nothing else shallow and superficial left to use in their hate campaign.
I spent a few hours last night writing and debating whether or not I wanted a slice of pie. I decided against the pie, but I sure did get a lot of writing done. Lately, it has been welling up inside of me needing to ink its way out.
For a work of fiction from someone as obsessed with adventure as I am, my screenplay "Latent City" is not very adventurous at all. I guess "Who Knew the Adventuress?" is but not in any way that a novel set in the South Seas is really expected to be adventurous. Am I more of a Maven or a Cora? At this point, I am on beyond Yolanda.
Sweetness, I have no idea what you have planned for your birthday, but I know all of your dreams will come true. Every love song makes me think of you and long for your sweet kisses. The chocolate can only get me so far.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Remembering the Torture Facility... and Other Legal Odds and Ends
Now, you have seen me in the torture facility in Liverpool, and you have seen me in the hospital in Mason City. Both places claimed to be psych wards, but I behaved so differently when you saw me in each. "Why is this?" you wonder. Well, let me tell you. That is because one of the places was a torture facility, and only the other one was a hospital.
My first night in the torture facility in Liverpool I was attacked in my sleep. Do you know that part of a woman's body between the vagina and the back door? We call it the lady taint. Well, when I woke up my first morning in that torture facility, my lady taint was badly bruised.
As we all know from watching me sleep so many times, I do not attack myself in my sleep. When I wake up bruised and battered, it is because someone else attacked me. They tortured me from the moment I arrived at that supposed hospital in Liverpool to the night I left.
If you throw in all of the medical malpractice involved in broadcasting the activities of a person while she is in a supposed hospital, in all of the slander and libel that their media forced me to endure while they refused to let me out, and in the way Dr. Helen Reynolds and every last member of the nursing staff treated me (except for Vinnie and Damien), it is a wonder that I am sane. Luckily, though, I am completely sane... and always have been.
I love and adore the game of tennis, but I will be protesting Wimbledon this year unless my torturers are convicted (for torture) in time for it to begin. Yes, the British are also guilty of malpractice, medical fraud, violation of privacy rights, libel, slander, slavery, trafficking, and sexual harassment, but I need them convicted of torture for me to stop protesting Wimbledon.
Yes, my team of lawyers I have never met, have at'em! While you are at it, also level every criminal and civil charge you can think of on my evil dad who breaks laws to be able to hurt me, the Polk County District Court that listens to my dad, the federal government that refuses to protect me, any provable conspirators of Obama the Oppressor, any one else you can think of, and especially every doctor that has touched me these last two years except for Dr. Kaminsky who removed the chip from the tip of my nose and Dr. Brockway who never once medically treated me like I was insane. Both doctors happen to be in San Francisco.
That means you need to press charges against Dr. Marian Thompson at Fairview Hospital in Minneapolis where they put the spy equipment in my head and never told me about it, Dr. Karen Khoo in San Francisco who refused to acknowledge the spy equipment she saw with her own eyes in my head after I complained it was there, Dr. Helen Reynolds who tortured me in the UK, Dr. James Dennert at Mercy Franklin in Des Moines who put me in a hospital and medicated me for no reason right after I returned to Iowa this last December, and Dr. Rogerio Ramos who medicated me and gave me a false diagnosis in Mason City just a few weeks ago. Dr. Helen Reynolds was the worst.
If we do not hold them accountable for their actions, the medical malpractice will just continue.
Sweetness, with all my being, I wait for you. I know how busy I keep you.
If you break my dad, a lot gets taken care of in such a relatively tiny amount of time. He also stole my passport, which I believe is a federal crime; he did not uphold his end of our agreement under which I gave it to him, and he refuses to return it. Please talk to 'Dabs in San Francisco if you need a copy of my voter registration to prove my father perjured himself. You should still have a copy of my asylum-seeker ID from the UK; I sent you a copy while I was still held in the torture facility. Either is enough to prove I was not under the jurisdiction of the Polk County District Court in August 2010 and that my father lied to the courts when he said I was.
My heart is yours and yours alone. Thank you for keeping me alive these past couple of years, and I cannot wait for the day we finally meet. We have our whole future together to celebrate.
My first night in the torture facility in Liverpool I was attacked in my sleep. Do you know that part of a woman's body between the vagina and the back door? We call it the lady taint. Well, when I woke up my first morning in that torture facility, my lady taint was badly bruised.
As we all know from watching me sleep so many times, I do not attack myself in my sleep. When I wake up bruised and battered, it is because someone else attacked me. They tortured me from the moment I arrived at that supposed hospital in Liverpool to the night I left.
If you throw in all of the medical malpractice involved in broadcasting the activities of a person while she is in a supposed hospital, in all of the slander and libel that their media forced me to endure while they refused to let me out, and in the way Dr. Helen Reynolds and every last member of the nursing staff treated me (except for Vinnie and Damien), it is a wonder that I am sane. Luckily, though, I am completely sane... and always have been.
I love and adore the game of tennis, but I will be protesting Wimbledon this year unless my torturers are convicted (for torture) in time for it to begin. Yes, the British are also guilty of malpractice, medical fraud, violation of privacy rights, libel, slander, slavery, trafficking, and sexual harassment, but I need them convicted of torture for me to stop protesting Wimbledon.
Yes, my team of lawyers I have never met, have at'em! While you are at it, also level every criminal and civil charge you can think of on my evil dad who breaks laws to be able to hurt me, the Polk County District Court that listens to my dad, the federal government that refuses to protect me, any provable conspirators of Obama the Oppressor, any one else you can think of, and especially every doctor that has touched me these last two years except for Dr. Kaminsky who removed the chip from the tip of my nose and Dr. Brockway who never once medically treated me like I was insane. Both doctors happen to be in San Francisco.
That means you need to press charges against Dr. Marian Thompson at Fairview Hospital in Minneapolis where they put the spy equipment in my head and never told me about it, Dr. Karen Khoo in San Francisco who refused to acknowledge the spy equipment she saw with her own eyes in my head after I complained it was there, Dr. Helen Reynolds who tortured me in the UK, Dr. James Dennert at Mercy Franklin in Des Moines who put me in a hospital and medicated me for no reason right after I returned to Iowa this last December, and Dr. Rogerio Ramos who medicated me and gave me a false diagnosis in Mason City just a few weeks ago. Dr. Helen Reynolds was the worst.
If we do not hold them accountable for their actions, the medical malpractice will just continue.
Sweetness, with all my being, I wait for you. I know how busy I keep you.
If you break my dad, a lot gets taken care of in such a relatively tiny amount of time. He also stole my passport, which I believe is a federal crime; he did not uphold his end of our agreement under which I gave it to him, and he refuses to return it. Please talk to 'Dabs in San Francisco if you need a copy of my voter registration to prove my father perjured himself. You should still have a copy of my asylum-seeker ID from the UK; I sent you a copy while I was still held in the torture facility. Either is enough to prove I was not under the jurisdiction of the Polk County District Court in August 2010 and that my father lied to the courts when he said I was.
My heart is yours and yours alone. Thank you for keeping me alive these past couple of years, and I cannot wait for the day we finally meet. We have our whole future together to celebrate.
Friday, June 3, 2011
What is Squid's Influence on the World?
I really wanted to write this, my third blog post of the morning, on how this bubble of persecution would be burst already if my dad were not a tyrant and had not locked me in a hospital for no reason but to hurt me. I feel that is obvious, though, so I am going to write about something else. I am going to answer a question.
What do I believe is my influence on the world?
There are some obvious and some not-so-obvious things to say in response to that question. There is one obvious place to start, though.
Look at the Arab World. I inspire and fuel peaceful movements for freedom and democracy. I honestly wish I could see more of them. My constant rhetoric trying to fire America into standing up has done wonders for the rest of the world. I preach the powers of peace. And when people see and understand the power of peace, they are never violent again.
I am also a symbol of human endurance. Last month marked two years of living with this constant torture... the equipment in my head... the public instructed to persecute me... the physical attacks on my person... all of it. Obama the Oppressor still has found no way to torture me into killing myself for his convenience. He has also found that he cannot rape me until I go mad. In my current state, I endure. I suffer. I fight. He cannot stop me. He should have made me complacent.
I am a living example of how intimidation is no way to control or influence people. When they threaten me, I do all I can to fit as much good as possible into my life before they can kill me. When they try to intimidate me, it makes me fight that much harder against them. I do not believe in letting bullies get away with anything, especially if that bully is the president of the United States of America. I am a shining example that we need to be good to each other. Unlike the people who persecute me and who put rules on the public, I demonstrate how to live life as an emotionally mature adult. I wish my father would finally learn something.
I am a sign that education, education, education is something that works, works, works. I would be nothing if I were not a thinker. I would be lost if I were not a student of the world. It is just as important to learn as it is to teach. Think, people. Think. Do not just go along with everyone else. Think it through on your own and compare your results with others.
Back when all of this started, back when all of this first landed on me against my will and initially without my knowledge, back when I first realized there was a show broadcast out of my head that no one was willing to stop in order to save me, I decided that if I had no choice but to endure it, if no one would acknowledge it, and if every time the cameras fell out I would be attacked in my sleep so they could put new ones in, then I would make the world see that it is beautiful. I decided to show off the beauty I could see in the world. And look what you learned, my beautiful world. You learned that you are beautiful.
I have also demonstrated the power that the written word has to do good in the world. Words can inspire. Words can heal. Words can fix. Words can love. Choose your words wisely... because words say as much about the writer as they do about the subject.
I am also a living model for demonstrating grace and intelligence under pressure.
How was that for an answer to my question?
Sweetness, when we finally meet, I will laugh in your ear until your eyes get my sparkle. I will hold you to my heart as the stars climb the sky. And I will kiss your beleaguered face until it cannot help but shine. I love you more with every passing moment than I could ever express with words... and I am damn good with words. We will be together. And the world will be a much better place for it.
What do I believe is my influence on the world?
There are some obvious and some not-so-obvious things to say in response to that question. There is one obvious place to start, though.
Look at the Arab World. I inspire and fuel peaceful movements for freedom and democracy. I honestly wish I could see more of them. My constant rhetoric trying to fire America into standing up has done wonders for the rest of the world. I preach the powers of peace. And when people see and understand the power of peace, they are never violent again.
I am also a symbol of human endurance. Last month marked two years of living with this constant torture... the equipment in my head... the public instructed to persecute me... the physical attacks on my person... all of it. Obama the Oppressor still has found no way to torture me into killing myself for his convenience. He has also found that he cannot rape me until I go mad. In my current state, I endure. I suffer. I fight. He cannot stop me. He should have made me complacent.
I am a living example of how intimidation is no way to control or influence people. When they threaten me, I do all I can to fit as much good as possible into my life before they can kill me. When they try to intimidate me, it makes me fight that much harder against them. I do not believe in letting bullies get away with anything, especially if that bully is the president of the United States of America. I am a shining example that we need to be good to each other. Unlike the people who persecute me and who put rules on the public, I demonstrate how to live life as an emotionally mature adult. I wish my father would finally learn something.
I am a sign that education, education, education is something that works, works, works. I would be nothing if I were not a thinker. I would be lost if I were not a student of the world. It is just as important to learn as it is to teach. Think, people. Think. Do not just go along with everyone else. Think it through on your own and compare your results with others.
Back when all of this started, back when all of this first landed on me against my will and initially without my knowledge, back when I first realized there was a show broadcast out of my head that no one was willing to stop in order to save me, I decided that if I had no choice but to endure it, if no one would acknowledge it, and if every time the cameras fell out I would be attacked in my sleep so they could put new ones in, then I would make the world see that it is beautiful. I decided to show off the beauty I could see in the world. And look what you learned, my beautiful world. You learned that you are beautiful.
I have also demonstrated the power that the written word has to do good in the world. Words can inspire. Words can heal. Words can fix. Words can love. Choose your words wisely... because words say as much about the writer as they do about the subject.
I am also a living model for demonstrating grace and intelligence under pressure.
How was that for an answer to my question?
Sweetness, when we finally meet, I will laugh in your ear until your eyes get my sparkle. I will hold you to my heart as the stars climb the sky. And I will kiss your beleaguered face until it cannot help but shine. I love you more with every passing moment than I could ever express with words... and I am damn good with words. We will be together. And the world will be a much better place for it.
Stating the Obvious and Waiting for a Rescue
Here I am enduring another day of this hell with nothing to do but state the obvious while I wait for my rescue. I feel I will take the first few moments to assuage a fear I have been hearing from some people. And so begins my second blog post for the day...
Obama is warmongering, but the Pentagon wants nothing to do with it. The Pentagon loves me. They are not going to send ground troops anywhere without a declaration of war from Congress and a clearly defined threat against the American people. They have had enough with the past decade of pointless wars. As I said, they love me. Ask them about me sometime. The Pentagon can be trusted. They will not allow WW3 to breakout.
Secondly, I am going to address a women's issue... Rape victims need a safe place to go where they can heal. I know how it feels to live between being raped and battered. I know what it is like to go to a foreign country seeking help and protection only to be raped and battered yet again... while the world watches and does nothing. Please find Eman and help her.
As a mental health update, has the world yet discovered what madness looks like? It does not look like me. I know I need a little help. No one goes through two full years of this torture without needing a little help. That is why I take the meds. But I am no paranoid schizophrenic. Obama the Sociopath needs to get his head out of his ass. No one is buying it... but my dad is using it to hurt me.
I see that Syria is still standing strong and united. Keep fighting the good fight, you beautiful people. This is a path you must finish now that you started it. There is no going back to the way things were for you. Stay organized. Be smart and tactical. Be responsible for the country you form once you get what you want now. Always think of the future when you fight for the present.
Oh, Africa,... I know how it hurts. I know what it feels like to wake up every morning to live through hurt and pain and war crime after war crime. You do not suffer forgotten. We see you. Tell us how to help, and see us help.
Sometimes, it feels like there is unrest everywhere except where I need it. I am confined against my will to a house in Central Iowa. I need Iowa to fight. I need America to rebel.
Are you fed up, yet? What will it take? How much are you going to make me suffer through before you do something?
This message is for all of you, my beautiful world. I need you to help me. Have you noticed, yet? I am not safe in places where people comply with the persecution.
This is what I need...
1.) I need a physical rescue from this hell.
2.) I need a safe place to go to where everyone refuses to comply.
3.) I need America to stand up to the president who oppresses us all.
4.) I need freedom of the press.
5.) I need a return of free human expression.
This was once a free country. I need this to become a free country again.
This is a job that everyone needs to be a part of. You all need to get on board. Please, start a ball of non-compliance rolling. Once everyone is united in refusing to comply, this country will be free again.
But every single one of you needs to start the non-compliance. You need to start it now. Stand up. Say and do anything you please with anyone you want... live within the laws but outside of the rules.
Do this for me. I am already doing everything I can for you.
Sweetness, anything you want, you know that... You can have anything you want as far as I am concerned. I know you will rescue me. You will have the happiest birthday of your life this year. You never let me down. You can spill any of my secrets you want all over this green Earth to get it done. I love you more than you will ever understand.
Obama is warmongering, but the Pentagon wants nothing to do with it. The Pentagon loves me. They are not going to send ground troops anywhere without a declaration of war from Congress and a clearly defined threat against the American people. They have had enough with the past decade of pointless wars. As I said, they love me. Ask them about me sometime. The Pentagon can be trusted. They will not allow WW3 to breakout.
Secondly, I am going to address a women's issue... Rape victims need a safe place to go where they can heal. I know how it feels to live between being raped and battered. I know what it is like to go to a foreign country seeking help and protection only to be raped and battered yet again... while the world watches and does nothing. Please find Eman and help her.
As a mental health update, has the world yet discovered what madness looks like? It does not look like me. I know I need a little help. No one goes through two full years of this torture without needing a little help. That is why I take the meds. But I am no paranoid schizophrenic. Obama the Sociopath needs to get his head out of his ass. No one is buying it... but my dad is using it to hurt me.
I see that Syria is still standing strong and united. Keep fighting the good fight, you beautiful people. This is a path you must finish now that you started it. There is no going back to the way things were for you. Stay organized. Be smart and tactical. Be responsible for the country you form once you get what you want now. Always think of the future when you fight for the present.
Oh, Africa,... I know how it hurts. I know what it feels like to wake up every morning to live through hurt and pain and war crime after war crime. You do not suffer forgotten. We see you. Tell us how to help, and see us help.
Sometimes, it feels like there is unrest everywhere except where I need it. I am confined against my will to a house in Central Iowa. I need Iowa to fight. I need America to rebel.
Are you fed up, yet? What will it take? How much are you going to make me suffer through before you do something?
This message is for all of you, my beautiful world. I need you to help me. Have you noticed, yet? I am not safe in places where people comply with the persecution.
This is what I need...
1.) I need a physical rescue from this hell.
2.) I need a safe place to go to where everyone refuses to comply.
3.) I need America to stand up to the president who oppresses us all.
4.) I need freedom of the press.
5.) I need a return of free human expression.
This was once a free country. I need this to become a free country again.
This is a job that everyone needs to be a part of. You all need to get on board. Please, start a ball of non-compliance rolling. Once everyone is united in refusing to comply, this country will be free again.
But every single one of you needs to start the non-compliance. You need to start it now. Stand up. Say and do anything you please with anyone you want... live within the laws but outside of the rules.
Do this for me. I am already doing everything I can for you.
Sweetness, anything you want, you know that... You can have anything you want as far as I am concerned. I know you will rescue me. You will have the happiest birthday of your life this year. You never let me down. You can spill any of my secrets you want all over this green Earth to get it done. I love you more than you will ever understand.
Fist to the Face
If my evil father is home when my husband shows up to get me, dad will end with a fist in his face. I know I am a completely non-violent human, but we also all know my honey can do no wrong as far as I am concerned. And he is not the only person on this planet who wants to knock my father senseless. I think people should be free to express their emotions in this instance.
It is a sin against humanity that my dad is allowed to walk this Earth freely. He is a menace, and his sorry ass needs to get locked up. Dad answers to no one. He has chosen to hurt me just to feed his own ego.
Police, I know you love me. My dad took a road trip to Peoria and will not be back until Sunday. He always speeds, and he talks on his phone while he drives. Please do anything you can to lock him up. You all know what his vehicle looks like and what his plates are. Run him off the road if that is the only way to stop him.
I am unhappy. When I am unhappy, my beautiful world is unhappy.
I am not able to travel on Monday as I had planned. Make my father pay for it out his nose. Make him live penniless and unloved in the bed he has made for himself.
Sweetness, you are the light of my life. Knowing you have never and will never let me down is how I make it through these hard times. Please, sue my dad for every penny he can forage. He hurts me to make himself feel manly. Break him. Do it in my name. Divulge any of my former secrets you need to divulge in order to get this done. The money will pay for all the therapy I will need because of all the horrors he has done to me.
It is a sin against humanity that my dad is allowed to walk this Earth freely. He is a menace, and his sorry ass needs to get locked up. Dad answers to no one. He has chosen to hurt me just to feed his own ego.
Police, I know you love me. My dad took a road trip to Peoria and will not be back until Sunday. He always speeds, and he talks on his phone while he drives. Please do anything you can to lock him up. You all know what his vehicle looks like and what his plates are. Run him off the road if that is the only way to stop him.
I am unhappy. When I am unhappy, my beautiful world is unhappy.
I am not able to travel on Monday as I had planned. Make my father pay for it out his nose. Make him live penniless and unloved in the bed he has made for himself.
Sweetness, you are the light of my life. Knowing you have never and will never let me down is how I make it through these hard times. Please, sue my dad for every penny he can forage. He hurts me to make himself feel manly. Break him. Do it in my name. Divulge any of my former secrets you need to divulge in order to get this done. The money will pay for all the therapy I will need because of all the horrors he has done to me.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
We Revert to Plan A.
We must revert to Plan A. You are going to have to come in and get me out. I will be at my attorney's office tomorrow afternoon. I will be at the doctor's office Thursday morning a week from today. Those are my only appointments until July. I am so sorry for the inconvenience.
Sweetness, disregard the last letter I mailed you. It should arrive Friday or Saturday... and it is sadly out of date.
Sweetness, disregard the last letter I mailed you. It should arrive Friday or Saturday... and it is sadly out of date.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Possible 30-Day Delay
I am almost through all of the shell shock from being put in a hospital against my will again. I have so much PTSD from being tortured in hospitals that my heart would not slow down at all while I was in there. It just kept pounding and pounding.
I want you all to know that I am okay. I have been through worse. Yes, I have definitely been through worse. And I will soon be recovered from being put in a hospital again. Wish me luck!
I just received an email from my attorney saying that a state attorney just contacted him to say that I am not to travel. I am on a 30-day continuance, you see, that started yesterday. Normally, people CAN travel when they are on a continuance as long as they do not miss any of their doctor's appointments. I do not plan to miss any appointments, so I am sure once we discuss things that I will be able to travel to Chicago as planned. I would hate to think the state was giving me special treatment.
As a worst case scenario, if they do not let me go, it is still only a 30-day delay. Or, we all revert to plan A, and I get rescued by someone who made a psychiatric appointment already for me somewhere in a city where the people do not comply.
You see, I have plans to comply completely and thoroughly with this continuance.
I finally caught up with all of the news from the weekend I missed. My beautiful world, you all had so much to talk about, and none of it was allowed to be broadcast. When are we going to get our freedom of the press back again? I know, I know,... the revolution will not be televised... but it should be.
This situation in which I am persecuted and you are all oppressed keeps getting more and more restrictive on everybody. You all need to refuse to comply. Stand up for yourselves. Fight for your rights. Do what is right for the world. And refuse to comply!
I need you to fight them. I need you to do what is right. I need you to make sure I can travel. Do it for me.
Please use your powers of persuasion to convince Assistant Polk County Attorney Dan Flaherty and the rest of the concerned State of Iowa and Polk County government officials to allow me to travel. I need you to pick up the phone. I need you to write emails. I need you all to make this happen.
Please address your concerns here...
Iowa Clerk of District Court
Mental Health & Substance Abuse Committals
500 SW 7th St. Suite 100
Riverpoint Office Center
Des Moines, IA 50309
Telephone: 515.286.3666
Fax: 515.875.5533
... or to any other place you feel would be helpful.
I need you all to make this happen. I need to be able to travel to someplace that does not comply.
Sweetness, I know how hard you work. I know you will rescue me. I love you madly. What are your plans for your coming birthday?
I want you all to know that I am okay. I have been through worse. Yes, I have definitely been through worse. And I will soon be recovered from being put in a hospital again. Wish me luck!
I just received an email from my attorney saying that a state attorney just contacted him to say that I am not to travel. I am on a 30-day continuance, you see, that started yesterday. Normally, people CAN travel when they are on a continuance as long as they do not miss any of their doctor's appointments. I do not plan to miss any appointments, so I am sure once we discuss things that I will be able to travel to Chicago as planned. I would hate to think the state was giving me special treatment.
As a worst case scenario, if they do not let me go, it is still only a 30-day delay. Or, we all revert to plan A, and I get rescued by someone who made a psychiatric appointment already for me somewhere in a city where the people do not comply.
You see, I have plans to comply completely and thoroughly with this continuance.
I finally caught up with all of the news from the weekend I missed. My beautiful world, you all had so much to talk about, and none of it was allowed to be broadcast. When are we going to get our freedom of the press back again? I know, I know,... the revolution will not be televised... but it should be.
This situation in which I am persecuted and you are all oppressed keeps getting more and more restrictive on everybody. You all need to refuse to comply. Stand up for yourselves. Fight for your rights. Do what is right for the world. And refuse to comply!
I need you to fight them. I need you to do what is right. I need you to make sure I can travel. Do it for me.
Please use your powers of persuasion to convince Assistant Polk County Attorney Dan Flaherty and the rest of the concerned State of Iowa and Polk County government officials to allow me to travel. I need you to pick up the phone. I need you to write emails. I need you all to make this happen.
Please address your concerns here...
Iowa Clerk of District Court
Mental Health & Substance Abuse Committals
500 SW 7th St. Suite 100
Riverpoint Office Center
Des Moines, IA 50309
Telephone: 515.286.3666
Fax: 515.875.5533
... or to any other place you feel would be helpful.
I need you all to make this happen. I need to be able to travel to someplace that does not comply.
Sweetness, I know how hard you work. I know you will rescue me. I love you madly. What are your plans for your coming birthday?
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