Dear Mrs. Hillary Clinton

Dear Mrs. Hillary Clinton,

I am not the best person in the world with the written word, so if there is anything I can say to convince you to run for the Democratic nomination for president for 2012, I will say it.

This is bigger than your party needing you. This is bigger than women needing your leadership and example. This is even bigger than your nation needing you to offer logically consistent, strong, diplomatic, and intelligent solutions to dire foreign and domestic problems. The President of the United States of America is still supposed to be the leader of the free world. Mrs. Clinton, the world needs you.

Just say you want to run, and bubble or no bubble, I will throw down no holds barred to get you elected.

Just think of all the good you could do in this world. Please consider this. The world needs you.

Thank you for all of your time and attention,
Squid B. Varilekova a.k.a. Tanya H. A. Varilek

Wonderful

I flew back to Iowa from LA yesterday, but the misery of my living situation has not dragged me into depression, yet. I think the clean-ocean-air reset is still working.

I spent last night at the Lift watching the original "Nightmare on Elm Street" with one of the best bartenders in town. That guy who plays the boyfriend, he is going to do great things someday. Just you wait and see. Hee-hee. The movie made me giggle all of the way through.

My time in Los Angeles was wonderful. I had amazing family time with my mom and sister. There were actually friends there I could hang out with. I was disappointed that the bubble did not burst, but the people were fabulous. I was able to see the Occupation. I had time on the beach, and I watched the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. The museums were spectacular. And the food was delicious.

I even had a night in an emergency room because my hands, feet, arms, legs, all of me had swelled up. It turns out i have a thyroid condition. That explains so much, like my epic weight gain.

Now, I have another pill to take, but at least it is a pill that treats something.

I take Risperidone and Depacote for no reason. I am the same with them and without them; except, I am physically healthier without them. The Zoloft actually helps. This experience has been miserable, and an anti-depressant makes it more tolerable.

Believe it or not, the bubble was completely tolerable in Southern California. I finally remembered what happy feels like. My mind was clear, and my heart was light. I had a reason to laugh more than once every day. There were things to do other than writing anti-Obama rhetoric, stewing in boredom and misery, or going out drinking. That is all I have here in Iowa.

Let us all hope Iowa and my diabolical father do not get me down again.

Speaking of which, what is so different about the assassinations of bin Laden and Gadhaffi? They were both killed without being put on trial first. The Obama administration and global community have no grounds to criticize the actions of the Libyan rebels if they do not criticize President Incompetent's orders, too.

Sweetness, I have said it so many times. I will wait for you.

Do Not Settle.

You are demanding change, so President Insufficient is giving you pennies. Do not settle, Occupy Wall Street.

Do not go home for anything less than the revolution and justice you are demanding. We all know Obama the Slave Driver sold out before his term even began. He needs to be reformed as much as the system does.

Sweetness, it must be something big and juicy they are using to control this town. I saw more resistance in San Francisco in 2009. Why are people so receptive to being oppressed?

Clean Ocean Air

My life is hell. That is no secret. I live in an unbearable situation in Iowa.

But today I had a chance to breathe some good, clean ocean air up in Malibu. It provided a long overdue reset of my system. I can endure anything now.

Yes, that is right. I went hiking in my dress in heels up at Point Dume yesterday afternoon. The weather was spectacular. The coastline was jagged. And a good time was had by all.

My dear old friend Christian took me and my mom around town all day, and the night began with Cadillac margaritas at a nearby Mexican restaurant. My mom already made plans for the two of us for tomorrow. Friday, we are going museum hopping; it has been years since I have seen the Getty or the LACMA. Saturday is reserved for shopping during the day and in the evening a costume party.

I would really like to see the Occupation. I would really like to soak up some sun on the beach.

Staying in Santa Monica is convenient to so much to do which is fabulous since my mother refuses to rent a car. But on our attempted (less than a mile) walk to the beach yesterday morning, my leg cramped up on me. I have been fine since resting, but a word of advice. If your leg cramps on you, do not keep walking on it until it can no longer hold your weight.

Our vacation rental is super adorable and accessible only by a secret passage. You can torture me all you want; I will never reveal how to get to my Kermit doll.

Sweetness, no worries. I would wait a lifetime to be with you... if it were not for the damn bubble... I have had little chance to watch television, but I plan on watching you on Letterman tomorrow night. Let's hope I make it.

Here I Am!

I am now located in Los Angeles. Okay, technically I am in Santa Monica right now. I received permission to leave Iowa with my mother to visit my older sister.

This means, unless there is divine intervention to burst the bubble from hell I live in, I will have to return to Iowa the morning of Oct 30th.

Get me while you can, or burst the bubble and keep me forever.

Sweetness, now is your chance for acts of breathtaking daring do. I cannot wait. Hell, if ANYONE wants to save me, I am here for the saving.

We Cannot Fly without Wind in our Face.

It is under the greatest of pressures that the most brilliant stars are born. Remember that the next time you see someone or something spectacular. We cannot fly without wind in our face.

Libya, stick to your plans. Hold elections. Draft a constitution. Build a government. Please make sure you represent all people in your nation fairly and equally. This is only a reason to celebrate if you do not descend into chaos and infighting. You are a good people. I have faith you will see yourselves become a thriving democracy.

Near the same region, it seems we are getting out of Iraq finally. That was a war we never should have instigated to begin with. We can be such warmongers.

But there is something we got right in Iraq. We captured Saddam Hussein and put him on trial. We did not lawlessly kill him.

Obama the Sociopath says getting out of Iraq will allow us to focus on the economy. If he would rather focus on the economy, why is he sending troops to Uganda? Is that man capable of uttering a sentence without lying?

Sweetness, are you counting the clouds today? The ones here are all fuzzy around the edges. It is hard to tell where they end and the sky begins. I'm having a lazy Saturday prone to daydreaming about you... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... no wonder I call you "Sweetness."

Count With Me

My beautiful world, count with me on your fingers. Point to your left hand.

We begin with the Pinkie. This is for Oct. 21st. Go to the ocean on this day and ask for the answers to her deepest secrets. She will indulge.

Next is the Ring Finger. This is for Oct. 22nd. Count the clouds that pass you by on this day. Count them all day long. This number will be magic.

The Middle Finger is for Oct. 23rd. If you get angry on this day, use your energy to create good in the world. It takes more strength to be gentle. This is how we should fight. We should fight from love.

Oct. 24th is on the Pointer Finger. Bring flowers and plants into your home on this day. Let orchids lead you on your way.

The final day is the Thumb. We point to the Thumb for Oct. 25th. On this day, look to the sky. Look past the blue and into the cosmos. Will justice, goodness, and light into the universe. Use your will to set right what is wrong.

Let the countdown begin.

Sweetness, I have nothing but love, respect, and the letter I am putting in the mail today.