The Nation Knows.

Hello, Obama,...

By now the nation knows you leveled a federal mandate in violation of the US Constitution persecuting me and taking away the entire nation's rights, and because you do not want to face justice for your wrongs, you maintain the illegal mandate and spread lies and slander hoping to get away with it. You cannot hide it, now. Despite the fact you have suspended all freedom of the press, the truth is still getting around.

Breaking ANY law makes ANY president impeachable. Your human rights violations are now common knowledge. And you have never had the power to violate the US Constitution. I know you live in a bubble where you think you are above the law and have built a federal mandate that denies the entire country enough rights that you think you can get away breaking any law you want.

But how long will it be until the nation is fed up with having its First Amendment rights revoked, fed up with watching me suffer for no reason except your own corruption, and fed up with you as a whole? I am going to live until I am 137 years old. How long do you think you can keep me in a bubble?

Your downfall, you terrorist, is your inability to treat people with the respect we deserve. You do nothing but make enemies and create conflict in the world. And you leave people like me, the people you shit on most, to clean up the world messes that you are supposed to be leading us through.

You have been out and about the last few months making public appearances trying to shift the blame onto Congress, all of Congress, for your own failures. From the national debt you wanted raised to the high unemployment you used as an excuse to feed your friends on Wall Street, you want to pretend that Congress is the guilty party for your own destructive policies, and you are spending government money trying to sell your lies to the public.

How long will it be until Congress, all of Congress, is fed up with you, too? If I were Congress, I would be investigating your violations of the US Constitution, and I would be impeaching you. And Congress, if you are listening, please do this for me. Calling me a hooker was part of his cover up for enforcing I be trafficked, and the menace he is to the entire world needs to be stopped.

I am a completely benevolent influence on this world. I do live a little on the edge by putting whole milk in my coffee, but that is it. The world knows I used my benevolent influence to have a couple of hikers released from prison in Iran. Do not take this personally, Iran, but what does it mean when a pure force of love like myself has a better relationship with the President of Iran than the President of the United States? What does that say about the President of the United States?

Sweetness, I sent you a letter on Saturday. It should arrive in LA on Wednesday. You will like it. I bake cookies from scratch. I am going to send you a box of them soon. I love you.

Safety and Freedom

I know I promised a post on Obama's impeachability, but let us delay that for the moment. Oh, trust me, he will tick me off into writing it if he does not know what is good for him. And he never knows what is good for him... or this nation.

Do you remember my last post? I was attacked in my sleep in Minnesota. I was attacked in my sleep in Iowa. I was attacked in my sleep in California.

Do you remember the legend of Cuddlebunny? I identified him as one of my attackers, and I made friends with him. I used love to render him incapable of ever hurting me again. A couple of months later, though, they sent a new one... Andrew.

I kept getting sick from everything I ate and drank. There were cameras in my home I had no way of getting rid of. There was spy equipment in my head. I was enslaved, and I had nowhere to go for help.

I decided to flee to someplace outside of Obama's reaches... someplace it would not be illegal to help me.

I did not find such a place in Mexico. The horrors just continued there. I tried to seek humanitarian protection from the torture and slavery in the UK, but it all just continued there as well.

I do not make dangerous decisions. I am on a constant sometimes desperate quest to find safety and freedom. I will not find either while Obama the Torturer is in office, unless he ends the bubble designed to torture and enslave me.

What do my actual real=life decisions look like? None of them are dangerous. The closest thing I do to living on the edge is getting whole milk in my coffee.

I have made an actual real-life decision to settle down with a man who loves and adores me and who treats me like a princess and an angel. I want to cozy up in a big house with him and make babies and hire bodyguards to keep us all safe.

I have decided to be a peaceful influence on the world. I have decided to inspire people everywhere to stand up and fight for their freedom and safety. I have decided to instruct people to do so peacefully. I have decided to help humanitarian aid reach the needy. I have decided to fight oppression everywhere intelligently, effectively, and peacefully. I have decided to be an intelligent and trustworthy world influence.

My decision making process is completely intelligent and trustworthy. I consider all claims to the contrary to be defamation. Expect justice.

Sweetness, with every triumph we get closer. We need America to stand up for itself and burst the bubble. If we organize and if everyone does it at once, this will again be the land of the free. No one has freedom of speech right now. No one has the freedom of the press. No one has the right to assemble and associate with me. They call America the land of the free and the brave. Well, at least right now we are brave. Try, try again.

Only Getting Feistier...

My darling Sweetness is still not here to calm me down, so I am getting feistier. Leveling a federal mandate that violates the US Constitution makes Obama the Slave Driver impeachable... but that is the topic of my next blog post. Today we discuss Octopus.

You probably ought to seek the advice of professional child psychologists before you try explaining to your seven-year-old child that his or her favorite children's show star, Octopus, was really a battered slave. This is a burden their generation and their parents' generation and this entire nation have to carry. When your child looks up at you and asks, "If everyone knew, why did nobody do anything to save her?" you are going to be glad for seeking advice, so you could answer the question.

In all reality, no one helped me because Obama the Terrorist made it illegal to do the right thing, acknowledge the human rights violations, and take the spy equipment out of my head. He, in fact, enforced that the slavery and nightly tortures continue.

Rumors were spread around that I was waking up covered in bruises because I was battering and raping myself in my sleep. You have all seen me sleep. You know I do not attack myself. I was being battered by strangers in my sleep. It happened to me so often that my body used to seize and spasm to keep me awake when I would lay down to sleep. It wanted to protect itself. But I was so drugged from what people were slipping into all of my food and drink and exhausted from the insomnia that I would have to sleep.

Because of Obama the War Criminal, I was not allowed to address this with any law enforcement; they were not allowed to acknowledge any of it was real. The FBI honestly told me I had to figure it out for myself, and all of the local police thought I was a prostitute. I was also not allowed to address the rumors publicly nor seek medical help for the batterings without risking being put in another psych ward to be violated again at my attackers' leisure.

It is, in fact, the job of the government to keep me and every person in this country safe and free. Instead of doing his job, Obama the Sociopath leveled a federal mandate to enforce I be abused, violated, sexually harassed, tortured, injected, poisoned, drugged, and enslaved with nowhere to go for help. He let your children watch. He enforced that you all be guilty.

My beautiful world, you know who is to blame for all of this. It is the attackers, the President, and the rest of the executive branch that refused to do their job to stop it. It, in fact, is still not stopped now. The oppression continues. All of the people out there doing everything they can to end this are my real live heroes. Yes, Sweetness, that means you.

Sweetness, I know you will be here to get me as soon as you possibly can. I am doing everything I can to help. There is so much confusion out there sometimes, though, that I cannot always tell exactly what you need. I love you. I was hoping to see you today, but I understand what towering level of evil and corruption you face out there. I wish more people would offer to help you.

Still not Complacent...

I am not going to have a chance to calm down until I am permanently in my darling man's arms. I am still ragingly upset. Bear with me.

My beautiful world, does anyone know why the phrase "Girl in a Red Raincoat" was chosen? I was thirty-one years old when this started in 2009, and it was clearly a red trench coat... not a raincoat. That is one of my many questions.

Another question is... Could Obama my Slave Driver have any motive other than defaming me and creating a cover up when he called me a hooker? Technically, because they were raping me to be able to make money off of selling me, I was a forced prostitute. But I have never sold myself. It was defamation by the president to make people stop caring about me and to make people attack me.

According to the Supreme Court...

“Where a person’s good name, reputation, honor, or integrity is at stake because of what the government is doing to him, notice and an opportunity to be heard are essential.”

-- Justice William Douglas
Wisconsin v. Constantineau
400 U.S. 433, 437 (1971)


...There is a reason for this. I am living proof of the reason for this.

However, Obama the Sociopath only takes people's rights and freedoms away. He does not support life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness... despite that being something he is morally, ethically, and legally obligated to do. It is his job description, after all.

The FBI do not know their job description either. While I was in San Francisco in 2009 and 2010, everything from LSD to methadone showed up in the city water. The problem followed me to the UK and now to Ankeny and Des Moines. The FBI knows the water gets poisoned everywhere I go, but they refuse to alert the locals and clearly refuse to keep the water clean themselves.

Yes, that is why everyone I have encountered in Ankeny and Des Moines lately is rundown, tired, and depressed. Everyone. There are depressants in the water, and the government refuses to do anything about it. Goddamn you, Feds, we give this water to our children.

Iowans, if you have been particularly tired or depressed lately, check your water supply and water mains. Obama is sacrificing you in order to pursue his agendas and get away with human rights violations.

As for you, Egyptians, democracy does not come from above. Democracy starts with the people. You have to build it yourselves. Organize enough to hold elections. The sooner you can put a system in place that can take over for the military, the better off you will be. There was a time to speak out. Now is a time to build. I know the bullets that the police and military fire on you say "Made in the USA" on them. We have a warmonger for a president. I am trying to do something about that.

Sweetness, a little birdie told me the news. They better let you into my arms this time. I am trying to keep calm today, but I am not sure how long I can stay this mild. When you get here, I will smother you in kisses.

A Mild Beginning

In May 2009, I told a doctor in Minnesota that I believed the world was keeping secrets from me. I believed it was tied to my Facebook account. I believed my Facebook activity was public knowledge despite me privacy setting of "Friends Only." I was having a metaphysical crisis. I did not want to exist in the world any longer if I was hacked and defamed, but I did not want to have to kill myself. Clearly, I needed a spiritualist, not a doctor.

The doctor admitted me to the University if Minnesota Medical Center-Fairview. While in the hospital for a week, I was spied on and broadcast. They created a video phenom of me passing gas in the privacy of my own hospital room... not to mention my self-medication by dancing. The staff referred to me as "the stripper" and called themselves "the urine-hats."

While I was in that hospital for that week, I was attacked in the night as I slept. They put cameras in my eyes. They put speakers and mics in my ears. They made a broadcast of my time in the hospital. I knew this when it happened. All I could think of was finding a way out of that hell. They even sent me medical bills I refused to pay (Ever wonder about my credit?) for my entire stay there and all doctor visits.

The nightly tortures forced me into a relapse that lasted until I moved myself to San Francisco and lived there for a couple of months. Because of the relapse, my memory can get a little hazy. But I know I knew about the human rights violations when they happened because I made notes of which State of Minnesota and federal medical rights they violated in my booklet of patients' rights. If you want to puke on yourself, google what the State of Minnesota and federal privacy laws are for patients while they are staying in hospitals.

I tried reporting the hospital to all three agencies listed on the back of the booklet, but none of them contacted me back. I tried reporting them to the FBI. The FBI told me I had to figure it all out on my own.

Their privacy violations are common knowledge. The world is a witness. If we get the hospital, we get them all.

Sweetness, please call Anderson Cooper at CNN. I sent him a pile of my medical documentation while I was in the UK.

P.S. I really think ABC needs to offer my older sister Tara a long-term contract with "General Hospital" as their apology to me for the character of Jessica.

Unleashing

Obama, you Ass, you had the perfect opportunity to take the fight out of me by making me complacent. Instead, you shat on my husband. How dare you inconvenience my husband. I promise you this. I will rage on you, and I will not relent until you give me the reason I need in order to be happy. I have been a thorn in your side for a long time now, but you have yet to see my benevolent rage unleashed. I am smarter than you. I am stronger than you. And I have the moral high ground. You will not survive this. I suggest you make me happy.

Sweetness, help is on its way. Just give me a moment to orient myself to the situation.

War President

I was invited out tonight at 10pm for pizza. I told my mom. She whispered to me, "Do you have a boyfriend?" Are there really people left in the world who do not know about Sweetness? I told her, "No, I have a fiancée," and giggled.

As for my reaction to the news of the appalling, the US is warmongering with Iran and Pakistan. The special interests that make money off of waging war will not be satisfied until WW3 breaks out, so they have the Obama administration hitting angry Iranian and Pakistani buttons instead of trying to find solutions to our plagued relations. All we can pray for is that those two foreign nations do not fall for it and that they stay peaceful.

It is one thing to be strong. It is another thing to be an asshole. Besides, it takes more strength to be gentle.

Speaking of assholes, it is safe to assume the US government has no intentions of ever paying off the national debt. That is why they raised the debt ceiling yet again those months ago. That is why there is no plan to even pay off the interest it accrues. I cannot believe our credit rating was not downgraded further than it was, and I cannot believe that people are calling China, the country that loaned us the money that allows our government to function at all, a problem.

The US government needs to learn how to make friends instead of constantly aggravating everyone into being an enemy. Obama the Slave Driver is a war president. He wages war. He aggravates conflict. He creates enemies. He assassinates leaders without putting them on trial. And he commits human rights violations even in his home country.

He chose to persecute and torture me instead of treating me as a fellow human. When will it end?

Sweetness, I wish I could kiss you. I spent a portion of today at the public library reading and rereading Book 23 of the Robert Fagles translation of The Odyssey... You are my Odysseus, my man of twists and turns, the greatest tactician of Ancient Greece. Hee-hee. I always liked him better than Achilles.