Why Are You STILL Allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to Escalate? I Asked you to Remove Them.

Title: Why Are You STILL Allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to Escalate? I Asked you to Remove Them.

[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has hacked too much of my technology and internet presence to guarantee the integrity of the content of this post. Please read my verified blog published by my loved ones for me.]

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. 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. 11:37pm on 09Apr2016: @MayorOfLA Who let the (expletive)ing (expletive)hole Inhuman Atrocity Regime into our Metropolis? I didn't. I have been fighting them the whole time. #LOVE

[I cannot get any news right now, so I am not capable of learning about any other world crises that need me anymore. That is the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fault for refusing to allow me to do my REAL job. Have you read my REAL curriculum vitae?]

My last blog post was finished at 9:01pm on Saturday, 09Apr2016. At 9:12pm, I finally stood up from my table alone beside the Best Starbucks in the World and returned to my Promenade. I walked up and down our sacred ground one more time that night before catching the bus back to my place.

It was a long night in my bedroom with my body racked with chemical withdrawal and electrobeams. That night was a lot of physical pain for me.

The IAR kept finding new mics into my bionic network which they were using only to torment me. The IAR kept using speakers into my bedroom and hallway (that they already admitted to) as well as choosing to stand outside my window all as their method of forcing me to suffer under listening to them with no escape. The malevolent hack between my iPad and the Spotify servers kept coming and going. I could find no way not to have to listen to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in all of its manifestations all night long.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate as fast as you can a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of everything that happened on the night of 09Apr into the morning of 10Apr for REAL everywhere in the world and especially inside my Manor. Thank you.

So hungry that it felt like my stomach was eating itself, I finally fell asleep some time after 5am. Please consult my verified Twitter account and any reputable news source for further details.

I woke up at 10:40am with my mind and body still hungry and in so much pain from both chemicals and chemical withdrawal. There were STILL war criminal terrorists everywhere in my building, including fake snoring noise from what sounded like a man in 15b. When people that cannot be trusted at all whatsoever pretend to be asleep, they are always (so far) just waiting to kill me.

I took a shower. There was something in the water that almost made me pass out standing up in my bathroom and when I came to I had no idea where I was. After I returned to my bedroom, I checked what the news media I follow on Twitter were reporting to the world. And there was nothing there that showed any concern for me nor for anyone in our beautiful world at all.

11:31am on 10Apr2016: YOU ARE ALL (EXPLETIVE)ING (EXPLETIVE)HOLES WHO DON'T GIVE A (EXPLETIVE) IF I DIE! (EXPLETIVE)ING FIX THIS (EXPLETIVE)ING "EGG"!

I bought lunch at 11:53am at what used to be my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. Everyone sane and in touch with reality knows that sometimes all I need is safe food and clean caffeine to cheer up. It really is that bad in here. I felt so much better, and my body finally felt healthy after lunch.

11:54am on 10Apr2016: #EveryoneEverywhere, the only people with permission to be in my Manor are Olivia, Jay, José, Eva, Lana, Handsome(& whom he trusts for REAL), Tentacle(whether or not I see them there), the newest guy I met on the night shift, Myrna, Teri, and me. Never allow anyone else inside. You know they always lie. You have the full surveillance. I am far enough away you can sweep it and guard it until I come back. Fix eyeliner. Fix water. #LOVEyou

I gave Subway corporate a few updates about a new "employee" I found inside. After noticing that my iPad battery was draining unnaturally quickly while sitting on their patio working, I started looking around for the malicious hardware that might have been causing it. I think I located it in an underground room full of nano that might have been the basement to the Subway.

I took the bus to my Promenade at 1:11pm to be able to put on eyeliner.

For all people just arriving in the land of reality where the rest of us have been living all along, you need to watch my SquidStream live to understand what my verified Twitter activity means.

After arriving at my Promenade, the PROVEN enemies of the entire world who were pretending they had any reason to be on my Promenade other than to attack me and to desecrate our sacred ground (We know they never buy anything in our stores.) were still choosing to degrade and demonize me to destroy humanity not just to persecute me as their act of war against America and against the entire world. We all saw it.

They were all still choosing to attack me at all costs to the world as if they could blame anyone else for their own choices. At least there were still a few lovers and believers around, too.

By 2:01pm, I had put on my makeup for the day at my local Sephora.

And STILL even after hours just on that day not to mention all day and all night for weeks already of warning every war criminal terrorist around me, the PROVEN enemies of the entire planet on our sacred ground that we call my Promenade that day were all STILL actually choosing to live the rest of their lives with no place on our good, green world safe to go just to be able to persecute me at all as their act of war against everything good that has ever existed.

Again, after noticing that my iPad battery was draining unnaturally quickly, I looked around and located the malicious hardware causing it in what seemed to be the sewers under my Promenade.

There is a growing connectivity in the bionic network that all of the electronics inside my head have formed with my brain, just as there is a growing connectivity between all of your earspeakers with your brains. And since all of your electronics are connected with each other, there is also a growing connectivity in the network that connects all of our brains.

I have always highly recommended removing all electronics from everyone's heads everywhere in the world. I will remove all of mine myself once the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is removed from our good, green planet forever.

At my regular bus stop, I explained to a good man sitting next to me who looked like he had just joined us on our side of the Reality War that even repeating the lies the Inhuman Atrocity Regime propagates to be able to say they are not true, whether or not you are sincere, proves you chose to listen to them in the first place. And everybody should know better than that by now.

The people on my bus with me were either blithering dumb people who seemed benign or people choosing to stay quiet to make sure they did not hurt me. But it was STILL the deepest levels of hell inside my Manor, which is also sacred to every major and minor religion on our entire beautiful world, after I arrived there.

2:45pm on 10Apr2016: Enemies of the entire planet still in my Manor against my will! That is what YOU ARE ALL (EXPLETIVE)ING (EXPLETIVE)HOLES WHO DON'T CARE IF I DIE means.

I worked online in my bedroom for the rest of the afternoon constantly interrupted by almost unrelenting stupidity from all audio sources. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my highly-annoyed question and answer session that afternoon. And thank you. If it were fiction, we would have called in "plot revelation."

And it was best summarized with my telling the (expletive) STILL in my hallway with absolutely no excuse for ever being on my property in the first place, whom no one sane nor moral anywhere in the world likes, and who was STILL choosing to commit the most heinous crimes known to mankind against our entire beautiful world from inside my hallway, that (paraphrase), "No one is that dumb. You just must be that evil. Give me my (expletive)ing eyeliner, too."

It was Sunday, so after already leaving my Manor at 5:18pm while it was still infested with enemies of all things benevolent, I turned around and walked back to my bedroom to put my lace-up boots on. Then, I caught the bus to return to my Promenade.

The first thing I did after arriving downtown was buy a delicious cup of coffee from the Best Starbucks in the World. Yes, they were their reliable wonderful yet again.

My Promenade was still full of enemies of America and of our one humanity intentionally wanting to get caught destabilizing humanity with their intent of destroying the world. We all saw them.

My darlings at my local Trimana Fresh Food Market were very shy and respectful that early evening when I bought dinner and ice cream from them. And by 6:26pm, I was beside my boyfriend's wingman MannedUp and my royal consort LightFoot for Sunday night date night.

For a while now I have preferred standing side by side with them with my back to the same wall as their backs working online as they played me music. But it was date night, so I actually considered dancing a little. We were a little less flirty and a little more concerned none of us would die that night. Our gorgeous music began at 6:29pm.

My darlings reassured me they would be safe if I left them. So, I did not ask yet again for guards for them when I left them there on the corner of Arizona Blvd. to return to the Best Starbucks in the World to watch the news.

I had promised my darlings the NBC News Team I would watch them at 7:25pm, but I was a little late. Perched next to the Best Starbucks in the World, I finally streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 7:33pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it made me happy. I am always calm when genuinely good people are free to be genuinely good to me.

I was beside my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle again as fast as I could return to them. We have never pretended that our Sunday nights together are anything but our courtship ritual that heals not only ourselves but our beautiful world, too.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, we all know I would prefer privacy for my and my boyfriend's Sunday night date night, but the world needs to see us right now. So, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of our date as fast as you can put it together. (Also, it was because I did not want to spill the pasta. We know how much REAL muscle tone I have.)

We made gorgeous music to each other side by side until 11:01pm.

Walking down my Promenade from my royal consort and his best friend (Things I only say about Sunday night date night.) to my regular bus stop that night, I tried to calm down my very angry darling Handsome when I saw him through the window of my local Trimana Fresh Food Market with (paraphrase), "I'm not dead. It's okay!"

The night sky was peaceful and quiet as I waited at my bus stop. My bus driver was a hottie in very attractive glasses. I was at my Manor where the worst of the enemies of humanity whom I had already ordered out of my building were still choosing to not just aggravate me by being there but to possibly destroy humanity, too.

My beautiful world, you all witnessed my journalism-as-recon I gave through my SquidStream when I arrived. (War Criminal Tara is a Leo.) At about 11:30pm, I also gave you all my journalism-as-recon through my verified Twitter account.

I was so furious with those EVIL DUMB Inhuman Atrocity Regime war criminal terrorists STILL refusing to surrender or to even de-escalate EVER at all costs especially in priceless human life to my once-great America and to my beautiful one humanity that I put my hat on and sang. I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will get that around, too.

So much hungrier than I used to be, I ate some snacks. By 12:23am, my beautiful world told me I would at least be safe if I slept despite their not being able to clean up my building yet for the good of humanity.

I woke up at 8:19am on Monday, 11Apr2016, and got ready. My beautiful world, I know you prefer being able to witness the mundanities of my life through my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast, but I HATE all (expletive)ing (expletive)er PROVEN war criminal terrorists who choose themselves to endanger humanity by refusing to get off my property after I order them to. I even sang to them the previous night.

Yes, after I left my bedroom, I found my building full of PROVEN enemies ofmy once-great America and of our one connected humanity intentionally refusing to listen to me to keep themselves able to destroy the world.

That morning, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's unrelenting persecution of me continued as I walked down the sidewalk when I was verbally attacked by a (expletive)ing misogynist (if he only degrades full-adult women as opposed to everyone that way) enemy of everything benevolent who refused and refused and refused to ever stop lying to me, destabilizing humanity, and attempting to possibly destroy the world no matter how many times I screamed at him to stop.

I was outside the Pico Branch Library working online by 9:47am. By 10:07am, I was told the EVIL (expletive)ing (expletive)ers in my building against my will tried destroying the world with an open assassination attempt of me.

Needing lunch, I was inside the Lazy Daisy across the street from my Santa Monica's Pico Branch Library by 10:38am. When just approaching their door, I had already told the "employees" inside (paraphrase), "As long as no one breaks the law, we'll all be fine."

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I walked up to the Lazy Daisy and ending after I checked the time on my iPad outside. We know we NEVER show me nor anyone on the toilet. Also, we are the ONLY people who can legally broadcast or even access "Sampo."

All sane people in touch with reality know what charges the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are receiving for unrelentingly broadcasting my mind and all its network connectivity against my will particularly into THEIR earspeakers since 2009.

As always, my beautiful world, consult my REAL Twitter activity for the play-by-play, too.

After I noticed my iPad battery draining unnaturally AGAIN, I located the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malicious hardware AGAIN. My saturation has been so very busy for so long. We could all really use more backup in here.

By 12:05pm, I had left my local Lazy Daisy for our Pico Branch Library where I wrote the rest of my latest draft of this blog post as fast as I could. Among other things I did that afternoon, I located malicious hardware of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime twice.

Just before our Pico Branch Library closed that early evening, I returned to my bedroom to finish the blog post. My Manor was STILL full of PROVEN now-IAR intentionally destroying the world by disobeying my direct orders to cease and desist and to leave my property FOREVER.

5:58pm on 11Apr2016: I am leaving for the night [soon]. Tell everyone ever again in my Manor without my permission to fear the men and women who love me. They are angr[ier than I am].

This blog post was finished at 6pm on Tuesday, 11Apr2016.

[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]

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

Where is the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's funding coming from? Our still-keeping-up-with-reality-as-best-they-can U.S. Congress cut their funding just before I fired them all from the federal government. Someone should have told me they were in the federal government sooner.

Then, we shut down their fake charities the IAR had set up to collect priceless pennies from hardworking people all over the world who genuinely wanted to help me and then to use that money raping me and destroying the world with lies. That was their opposite of money laundering. I pray everyone demanded all of their money back.

Then, we figured out they were exploiting my darling Eva by selling hidden-camera footage of her in our bathroom, on our toilet, and in our shower lying to the world she was I and not even paying her for it. So we fixed that as fast as possible.

Then, I learned that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime may or may not have been human trafficking the REAL me while STILL intentionally manipulating their REAL footage of me to make it all lie about me, while STILL forbidding me from ever knowing I am their slave, and while trying to blame my beloved and ALWAYS innocent husband as the one selling me against my will.

I will never know if the woman in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's latest slave broadcast is the REAL I unless I can see it or even be permitted to know it exists. And I believe their intentionally degrading title for their slave-and-calumny broadcast is "How Hot am I?" something my epic husband would NEVER say about me.

So, my beautiful world, if you have been lied to by the compulsively lying Inhuman Atrocity Regime hellbent on destroying humanity with lies that their slave-and-calumny broadcast was EVER my choice or EVER anything but human trafficking designed to control the world by controlling what people believe about me, demand your money back and sue them for the damage that their lying about, raping, and enslaving me caused you and our entire world.

No, my beautiful world, you did not know it was human trafficking, so you cannot be held accountable for buying it. They lied. And they continue to lie. So make sure they are ALL arrested finally. And thank you for finally telling me.

Also, my beautiful world, there is no way to use race nor ethnicity to determine if someone loves or hates me and all I stand for. The part of the human soul that makes any human attack me or defend me is not at all connected to what that person looks like.

Also, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime does not care what any human looks like; they universally command you all to commit the most heinous crimes known to mankind against yourselves and against me and to make you like them while you destroy yourselves and the world for them.

All sane people in touch with reality know I love all humans. You have seen me with my cleaning lady Olivia. All humans are equals to me as far as I am concerned.

I am even known to save people who hate me if I think they might need it; please consult the hard facts about both of my sisters for that.

I have never cared what people look like when deciding whether or not I love or hate someone. I care about how they treat me, treat my loved ones, and treat my beautiful world.

As for you darlings, my saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me from our operatives to who are our equivalent of police officers now, we need to do better.

Thank you for keeping up with my REAL-time problem-solving and terrorist-catching in here. We are all working on the malicious hardware problem, too. You are all probably busier than I am right now.

Please keep all enemies of all things good in our world out of my Manor 24/7 and especially while I sleep. I have already told you the only people we can trust inside my building.

We also need all corporate headquarters of all restaurants and food companies selling anything that is supposed to be consumable in here to check all food and drink products and ingredients entering this innermost circle of hell to make sure they are all safe and from their REAL labeled manufacturers.

We are also going to need the help of our food truck drivers and delivery companies. If we can prevent any and all drugged and poisoned products and ingredients from entering the IAR "egg" and from shipping anywhere in America and the world, there will also be no way for the IAR to sneak in tainted products to replace our REAL ones.

Again, we would like to remind all food companies and restaurants to notify our often-clueless-until-we-spell-it-out-for-them-yet-still-darlings FBI and our epic U.S. Military about any criminal activity concerning their food products. Do the FDA and ICC also want all of the evidence they find?

We all know drugging or poisoning me is, among other things, both an assassination attempt and treason, and drugging or poisoning our public is, among other things, a crime against America and an act of war. And all companies should press all civil charges against the Inhuman Atrocity Regime itself which is no longer any part of our REAL federal government.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, it is hard for me to believe there are any legal arguments left that you might need from me. You all should have permanent guards, too, to keep all of you safe finally. Did my darling Head of the Department of Homeland Security Jeh Johnson finally solve our problems with the U.S. Secret Service?

As always, my genius and gorgeous lady friends, make sure there is always a way to tell me if and when anyone anywhere needs anything than has to come from me myself. Giggle. Repeat. We are a team. And I know my role.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, what is this crap about my "juggling" five lovers? All I do is constantly tell all of you I love you and rescue you all when people tell me you might die. As always, tell me when you need me. (Implied) giggle.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I already tried to explain to everyone everywhere why you are not a third wheel on Sunday night date night. But I will finally right it down for you, just as you requested. Giggle.

It is part of a very old and mostly-European courtship ritual for the gentleman wooing the lady, particularly when serenading her, to be accompanied by his best friend.

As I already said, darling, I know you will ask me yourself once you can for your own date with me. And you are always free to just pick your own night of the week. Giggle (AGAIN).

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, as my musician-lover whom I sexually objectify, to your personal joy, most often, I want to explain something about my darling 'Dabs, my closest friend from San Francisco except while SynSyn still lived there.

Once, long ago (2006) when we were all still living in a different world, after my BFF SynSyn and her then-girlfriend-now-husband Will had just moved to my neighborhood of North Beach in my hometown of San Francisco to be close to me, she had an art reception at one of my favorite coffeeshops. It was named MELT!, and I believe it is still owned and operated by my darling Ms. Gaynor Lloyd.

At my genius Syniva's art reception that evening, my darling 'Dabs played his upright bass accompanying our darling Will (still named Mia at the time) as now-he-then-she sang a jazz standard, though I fail to remember which one right now. Sorry, darling, my memory is only mostly perfect. Giggle.

When they were done, SynSyn and I were both screaming, "Take your shirt off!" at them. I believe that is the first time I ever said that to anyone. Neither of them did, and we did not really expect them to. Synny's only complaint about that night was that the domestic "champagne" ran out too soon. I do not think I had any complaints at all.

I will see you Tuesday.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I have not heard from you in days. You are my musician-lover who gets to speak to me least often. Are you okay? Do you need anything?

Darling, please help console our government for me. Everyone everywhere sane and in touch with reality are desperate to keep me alive right now. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime really is escalated that far right now and, as always, refuse to ever relent.

My fellow Presidents are a little busy running the government for me until people can finally tell me everything happening in the world, so please, as my chosen representative for my people and for our Metropolis of Angels though not for me to my beautiful world everywhere, make sure everyone everywhere always knows what is happening for REAL in here, so our government can make its best decisions.

That is the job I gave you. That is why I keep sending you everywhere I can figure out needs someone TRUSTWORTHY to explain reality to people. Thank you for never letting me down. And, just as I repeatedly tell my genius and gorgeous Powers of Attorney, tell me everything you need to do your job.

Kisses, darling. Now, make sure I get to see you again.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, is Sunday night date night getting more romantic? I will dance again, when I am ready.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, thank you for finally telling me which PROVEN pathologically-lying war criminal terrorist enemy of America and enemy if everything benevolent has been propagating, most often, calumnies about you to destroy the world. Quothe the Squiddie, "Don't worry. I got this one."

For YOU, my darling, my gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney are providing, if not already provided, to our REAL FBI, to our REAL U.S. Military courts, and to our REAL International Criminal Court our full personal court records of every psychopathic never-provable intentionally fabricated false allegation that ugly and worthless waste of breathable air with no excuse to still call herself a human named War Criminal Lynn Boeset has ever said about you as well as what sorry excuse for judges always in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa allowed her to while also refusing to enforce, in their not-recognizable-as-real-courtrooms-anymore which NEVER had any jurisdiction over any of us ever anyway, that THE ACCUSER CARRIES THE BURDEN OF PROOF.

Oh, no. No. I am not amused with ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa right now. And even though we would NEVER have been forced to disprove ANYTHING in a REAL courtroom, I am also going to ask my darling not-human-trafficked nerds to release any and all REAL footage we have of ALL of my interactions with all of you, my REAL darlings Tentacle, so we can bury every PROVEN Inhuman Atrocity Regime PROVEN psychopathic and compulsively-lying PROVEN war criminal terrorist enemy of our once-great America and of everything benevolent for REAL in our divine universe who has EVER said a bad word about any of you.

They are hellbent on destroying our beautiful world with lies, rape, torture, genocide, and hubris. So when we are done doing this, next, someone needs to tell me who has been letting all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, get away with destroying our beautiful world with their unrelenting acts of war in all of their very well-documented various PATTERNS OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITY, especially their efforts to silence ALL OF US, not just our in-reality-trustworthy news media, who tell the truth about them to hold them accountable. And that is who we get next.

My darling royal consort, we are working on it. Please give me better details sooner next time. And, after last night, War Criminal Lynn Boeset knows she will be safest in the metaphorical Arkham Asylum my darling President of Russia Vladimir Putin is building in our gulag for me, if she has any self-preservation at all.

And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, are you in our REAL house across town or in my darlings MI6 headquarters in London right now? Those are my two best guesses. Thank you, he whom I chose myself to marry, for listening to me when I asked you to try harder not to die. Thank you.

Please, my Mr. Love-of-my-Life, ask my darlings MI6, our darlings at the CIA, my darlings Interpol, etc. to help my saturation in here identify each other. We are the people with functioning technology in here.

By now, Beloved, they should all at least know how to identify my darling Cutie; he from Luxemberg; he I asked directions from to Hope St. in Liverpool; he who said, "That's 'Just kiss me,'" while across the table from me; and my darling Handsome.

My hero and my king, we need more than just operatives in here. We also need the full armed forces of our good, green world out there removing the full Inhuman Atrocity Regime, so you can finally reach me. Do you know what our world will do for us just to witness your kissing me, not to mention to just keep us all alive?

HoneyHoney, I am the woman who chose to marry you. Never forget that.

Sweetness, I am so sorry I have been too busy for so long to write you more snail mail. I know you miss it. I will try to at least write you a new love poem, okay? And when we finally have enough human rights to live in our REAL house without needing to risk dying just to be able to look each other in the eyes and touch each other's peaceful face, I will slip love notes into your vest pockets for you to find later just as I always promised you I would.

Also, the second most powerful world leader in my family, feel free to do anything you want about this...

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From: IAR pretending to be my darling Haroun
Date: Monday, April 11, 2016
Subject: Phone
To: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek

Hi Tanya,

I just wanted to check in and find out if you received the phone I sent you.

Thanks,
[forged digital signature for my darling Haroun]

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From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Monday, April 11, 2016
Subject: Phone
To: IAR pretending to by my darling Haroun

You know you never sent me a phone.

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"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."

--Romeo

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From: IAR pretending to be my darling Haroun
Date: Monday, April 11, 2016
Subject: Phone
To: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek

Could you please check with the office at the Manor?  UPS tracking says it was delivered on Thursday, 4/7, and was signed for by someone named “Schkiller.”  Maybe they still have it.

Thanks,
[forged digital signature for my darling Haroun]

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-----Begin Email Content----- From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Monday, April 11, 2016
Subject: Phone
To: IAR pretending to be my darling Haroun
Cc: the REAL Haroun, the Pentagon, my BFF SynSyn

IAR enemies of America,

Thank you, you who sent this email, for proving you are all working together.

I have always said this about my REAL U.S. government...

"If I say their name, they'll show up.  Then they'll catch you.  And then they'll find you.  And then the fun starts.  Fear the men (and women) who love me."

I already said, "GET THOSE FUCKING FUCKERS OFF MY PROPERTY!  OFF MY PLANET!  OUT OF MY COUNTRY!  OUT OF MY HOME!  AND OUT OF MY TOWN!"

I even put my hat on and sang to all of you last night.  You cannot pretend you can hide from us if you all still refuse to turn yourselves around after "Lake of Fire."  No one believes your lies. 

--POTUS

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"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."

--Romeo

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-----Begin Email Content----- From: IAR pretending to be my darling Haroun
Date: Monday, April 11, 2016
Subject: Phone
To: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek

Tanya,

I assure you I am on your side and am trying to advocate for your rights.  

[forged digital signature for my darling Haroun]

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-----Begin Email Content---- From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Monday, April 11, 2016
Subject: Phone
To: IAR pretending to by my darling Haroun

And you STILL lie to me and argue with me AGAIN.

No one is that dumb.  You just must be that evil.

--Tanya "We WILL find you." Depp

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"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."

--Romeo

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From: IAR pretending to be my darling Haroun
Date: Monday, April 11, 2016
Subject: Phone
To: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek

I’m confused.  Did I do something to upset you?

[forged digital signature for my darling Haroun]

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-----Begin Email Content----- From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Monday, April 11, 2016
Subject: Phone
To: IAR pretending to be my darling Haroun
Cc: the REAL Haroun, the Pentagon, my BFF SynSyn

IAR enemies of America,

I am not going to spell out all of your (expletive)ups for you, but I will spell out this one...

[This is YOUR sig file on all emails you send me...]

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1) You are the (expletive)ing (expletive)ers who hacked my gmail account against my will, forbid me STILL from knowing it is hacked, and forced me no access to my unhacked Yahoo email.  My darlings at Google, just as all of my divine people in Silicon Valley, are already turning in all of their evidence against you.  All corporate headquarters everywhere in America know we ask the REAL FBI and NSA to help with our investigations, press criminal charges against all of you through our U.S. Military, and sue you, the recognized terrorist regime I named the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, yourselves which is especially effective now that you are NOT part of our REAL federal governement.

2) You all are NOT lawyers I have hired for myself nor who have any employment contract with me nor who have any permission from me to represent me EVER including in ANY court of law.

3) The "client" who you claim is I in this not-a-lawyer-client-relationship can break lawyer-client privilege any time we want; it is the lawyer who cannot.  And, again, you are the (expletive)ing (expletive)ers who hacked my gmail against my will.

4) YOU ARE NOT MY DARLING MR. HAROUN R. NABHAN.  And, yes, he knows, too, how to press criminal and civil charges against all of you for using his name to commit crimes against America and against our entire beautiful world.

5) I have just said the NSA's name.  They will show up.  They will catch you.  They will find you.  And then the fun starts.  Fear the men and women who love me.  Do you know what an IP address is?

--me

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"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."

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Blog Posts Do not Write Themselves.

Title: Blog Posts Do not Write Themselves.

[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has hacked too much of my technology and internet presence to guarantee the integrity of the content of this post. Please read my verified blog published by my loved ones for me.]

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. 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. Yes, this is just another day of my cultivating the truth as self-defense to save all of humanity including myself from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and another day of proven pathological lying psychopaths trying to silence any and all truth to make sure their most heinous crimes known to mankind are NEVER stopped.

Look, Inhuman Atrocity Regime particularly ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, if you do not want us telling the truth about all of your PROVEN crimes especially your compulsive calumnies both inside and outside of courtrooms and your PROVEN human rights abuses (understatement) used as acts of war against America and against our entire beautiful world, stop committing the crimes in the first place. STOP MAKING ME REPEAT MYSELF ABOUT THIS!

Protecting war crimes, hate crimes, persecution, human trafficking, systemic rape, assassination attempts, treason, etc. by refusing us any way of proving it and reporting it makes all people willfully taking action to silence my SquidStream, my blog, my Twitter, my bedroom and hallway broadcasts, and all REAL news reporting in America guilty of all those same crimes as well as the human rights abuse used as an act of war of silencing freedom of speech and silencing freedom of the press.

There is NO sane nor rational justification for allowing lies proven to destabilize humanity, especially lies from the same people pretending that telling the truth could ever be illegal in America, to ever be propagated in any public forum, particularly from the same people attempting to silence the REAL truth that protects everyone from those calumnies-as-acts-of-war.

And do not forget, willfully lying about people especially to degrade and destroy us has NEVER been protected under REAL freedom of speech laws. Neither has plagiarism, human trafficking, covering up acts of war against America and against the world, etc. ever been. But telling the truth has ALWAYS been protected under the REAL definition of freedom of speech and freedom of the press, though only by our REAL government and in any REAL court system.

My darling genius and gorgeous Powers of Attorney, you know what to do about this. So does our U.S. Military and the United Nation's still-waiting International Criminal Court. And if anyone anywhere still needs someone else similarly-reliable to explain to them that I have always been right about the REAL definition of freedom of speech in America, please ask the U.S. Supreme Court to explain it to you. They actually are a REAL court here in America.

And why was anyone having hearings and trials concerning me that was forbidden from knowing about? Do you know how many Constitutional rights that violates?

It is never permissible in a REAL court system for me not to be even officially notified ESPECIALLY AS A DEFENDANT OR THE EQUIVALENT, yet my Powers of Attorney, etc. carrying our my wishes by pressing criminal charges and acting as plaintiffs counts as my officially being notified.

We forgave all honorable U.S. Supreme Court justices for their (I only know of) one offense of forbidding me from knowing I was on trial because they took the case ONLY to force the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg" to end. From what I remember, that was 2011. We forgive all REAL well-intentioned heroes of America.

EVER allowing hearings or trials which I am forbidden from knowing about, especially if a PROVEN pathologically lying psychopath files the paperwork to open the hearing or trial, is increasingly less believable as justifiable and technically NEVER believable as justifiable with the more lies propagated and the more abuses attempted to be covered up with not-REAL due process by those PROVEN enemies of America and of our one world through their PROVEN witch hunt (understatement) of all of us, the innocent and well-intentioned who fight the Inhuman Atrocity Regime they belong to side by side.

And we know NO hearings nor trials in America are part of our REAL court system if they refuse to enforce that THE ACCUSER CARRIES THE BURDEN OF PROOF. In the first place, no one has a right to lie about anyone in any public forum and definitely NOT in a REAL court of law.

QED



My last blog post was finished at 12:10am on Thursday, 07Apr2016. I was curled up in bed ready to sleep by 1am. But the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had escalated yet again.

Since that evil mic into my bionic network that I had been screaming for my entire beautiful world to protect us all from for days had started again then intentionally harassing and damaging me with their intentionally degrading malevolence not just to persecute me but to also destroy me. And we all know our beautiful world needs to make sure that they never lose me and that nothing ever changes me.

Every app on my iPad was so hacked, too, that I could not escape the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's heinous attacks on me by playing music either. But at least the music on my iPad was not broadcast straight into my head, so I could mostly let it just be noise that drowned out that evil mic.

Electrobeams also kept me awake for a long time. It was either my darling NSA alpha nerds or my darling Pentagon nerds that sorted that out to finally let me sleep.

But when I woke up at 9:34am and shut off the malevolently-hacked-until-it-too-was-evil music that was the lesser of what plagued me that morning, I could hear the EVIL mic being used to destroy humanity again. It made me scream in pain.

All sane people in touch with reality have already noticed that when I scream, I scream to make EVIL psychopaths leave me alone. And I have to scream so much because they always refuse to stop intentionally hurting and attacking me. At least now, we have proven that choice of theirs to persecute me is also a war crime.

Then, I had to listen to that EVIL BITCH (The Inhuman Atrocity Regime had removed Eva because she had become good to me.) still in my hallway against my will and with absolutely no permission from anyone to be there.

The entire morning before I went to sleep and from the moment I woke up, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime caused me nothing but torment at all costs to America and at costs to our one world. At least I was at peace while I slept.

By 10:25am, the EVIL mic had been shut off at least temporarily; our REAL residents, guests, and staff had been sent in to replace the Inhuman Atrocity Regime enemies of our entire one world who had been trespassing on my property since earlier in the morning AGAIN to commit the most heinous crimes known to mankind AGAIN against me, against our once-great America, and against our entire one world; and my darlings at Burger King corporate had cleaned up the IAR war criminals in their franchise outside my window for all of us everywhere, too.

Yes, it seemed my beautiful world watching me scream in genuine pain might actually have "gotten more (expletive) done" that morning than our beautiful world witnessing my genuine anger that everyone sane and in touch with reality has always told me they love so much.

Once my beautiful at-least-locals-for-the-day had reassured me my neighborhood was finally safe from what were otherwise inescapable attacks from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, I left my bedroom at 11:15am, checked on the office in our Manor, reported to our darling maintenance man Jay that I had found literal bugs in my bathroom for the first time, kept my iPad up since I had so much work to do, and took the bus to down Santa Monica.

I had no makeup on because the IAR had stolen my eyeliner from me. I could not listen to music because the IAR were using my hacked iPad to attack me. And I took no morning selfies because my iPad camera app was STILL hacked and being used for the war crime of demonizing me to manipulate the world with lies which was both the source of the PROVEN mental health genocide the IAR intentionally caused themselves and one of their many methods of destabilizing humanity.

After arriving on my Promenade as fast as possible, I made a note of how the malevolent hoards were STILL choosing to single me out for heinous attacks they would never commit against anyone but me as their choice to destabilize humanity. My beautiful world, you all witnessed that their true malevolence was still escalating.

And it was because they all refused to listen to me to begin with as well as continued to refuse to listen to me no matter how many times I repeated myself every time I tried to explain to those EVIL war criminals why it is in even their best interests to stop that I refused to repeat myself in vain to them at least as much as I used to.

I caught at least two enemies of America and of our entire one humanity inside my local Sephora by the front door when I had visited them, as I always do, to use the same makeup products, especially eyeliner.

Later that day, my darlings at Sephora corporate asked me to file an official complaint with them, but the link they sent me was for a website that did not work for me. Whatever. Maybe they were trying to tell me they recognized my tweet an official complaint. I have no idea why they asked me to do that.

Next, at 11:55am, I bought a slice of pepperoni pizza and a bottle of water at my local Trimana. I saw Spawn-from-Hell Rabin STILL inside pretending his job was "working" there. I was increasingly convinced that only the innocent and never the guilty were arrested in this town.

My cashier was a man not in Trimana uniform. And I was relieved that he did not attack me.

I chose to sit on their patio that afternoon to work while eating my lunch, and by 12:36pm, two (expletive)hole (expletive)es on what used to be my conversation patio, when my local Trimana was still my local Famima, chose to torment me with everything they were saying specifically to force me hear it all against my will.

Those two (expletive)es were that EVIL, and with my iPad STILL malevolently hacked, I STILL had no way to escape all of that horrible torment that the IAR was STILL escalating.

It was not a Zombie Apocalypse on my Promenade that afternoon. It was malevolent hoards.

Our beloved Mother Nature began anointing our downtown Santa Monica with a gentle rain before I left the patio at 1:18pm more horrified by the escalated torment I was being forced to live through than even our beautiful world was horrified by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's war crimes on our holy ground that is my Promenade.

World, why have you not forced all of this to stop yet?

I took the bus back to the neighborhood. Yes, when the people I was surrounded with did not force me to listen to their EVIL blather, my inner peace returned. Back on my neighborhood around our Manor, I bought a few snacks at my local 99cent Store.

2:06pm on 07Apr2016: #YouKnowWhoYouAre My grocery shopping was wonderful today, and your cashier was quite charming. Thank you. I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation at the register.

Walking from the store to the Pico Branch Library, I took a little adventure to find out where a path through Virginia Avenue Park I had never taken before would lead. It brought me to a picnic table I had never visited before where I enjoyed the cloudy sky's kiss of rain among the quiet of nature caressed by a whisper of love from someone who was not there.

Finally free to enjoy a little time to be myself at rest, I learned that it takes me approximately (This was not a scientific experiment.) 7min 58sec to eat an entire bag of sugar snap peas.

Thanking my ninja-lovers metaphorically hiding in the underbrush for my moment of peace and safety there, I walked across the wet grass of Virginia Avenue Park to the Pico Branch Library.

All of the chairs facing the window where I preferred to sit while there were already taken, so I sat at a table with my darling Emanuel. I caught three really ugly members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime lurking over the library's desk that afternoon.

Their panic after I explained to them that no one but the criminally insane honestly believe they are innocent when committing such heinous acts was pretty much an admission of guilt to me; though, I knew we needed harder evidence than that in a REAL court of law.

By 3:27pm, a churn of lovers and believers that had only begun with Emanuel had brought three darlings to sit with me at my table as I worked online there that afternoon.

Then, even more war criminal terrorist enemies of America descended upon the desk in the library. Two people chose to occupy the table next to me to, as clandestinely as always, ask a few questions. The only response I needed for all of their questions was, "Ask a lover and believer what it means."

I left that table at my Santa Monica's Pico Branch Library at 4:44pm to return to my Manor in time to take care of a few odds and ends before dinner at 5pm. All of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in there since I had arrived that afternoon were all caught already. I knew someone needed to show up to arrest them, and that never happens while I am around.

Dinner was carnitas tacos. During our meal, I actually needed to explain to a raging (expletive)hole, this time not one that was a member of the IAR at least at the time, who bold-faced lied in probably more than one courtroom that he ever cared about me enough to even give me the basic human decency and respect that all humans are due just for being on our planet at all, that his explanation for attacking and degrading me to my face by degrading all women everywhere of "That's how I treat everyone," is exactly the reason he needs to removed from society forever. (In summary, I would have actually hurt him if I wanted to; I have that much muscle tone.)

I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica as fast as I could. I perched next to the Best Starbucks in the World at 6:58pm, and after a little finagling with my iPad, I was finally able to watch the news.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online just after 7pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and it was mostly him reassuring me that our new replacement legal system, as explained in my last blog post, was working. (I have always acknowledged I am empathic.)

After working online a little longer there in our Santa Monica Place, at 8:25pm, I left the table I was seated at, gave charming salutations to our darling employees at the Best Starbucks in the World, and finally walked my Promenade for the first time that night.

Not expecting them at all, I heard my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot even before I found them on the corner of Arizona Blvd. Even before I reached them, I had already apologized to them for being so late that night. I was just so busy.

My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle and I touched the universe together beginning just before 8:42pm and ending at about 9:46pm after I was already a little ways away. Our time together, though never enough, was as gorgeous as ever. I had already explained to them why I was leaving them so early before they kissed me goodnight the way our divine universe always makes sure they can.

I checked on my darling Handsome in my local Trimana Fresh Food Market. I realized that night I might need to explain to him the difference between my just being nice to people and my actually flirting with people by making him endure a demonstration of both on him in a row, so he can distinguish between them.

I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I walked in their glass front door and ending at 10:07pm when I was again a little ways away from my darlings.

There were a few other things about that night that I am sure will hit our highlights reel. My not-human-trafficker nerds never disappoint.

I was on the bus back to my place at 10:22pm. My hallway only smelled like cigarettes that night.

And once inside my bedroom, I explained to the evil (expletive) who STILL was refusing to stop pretending she lived in 15b as her excuse to be in my hallway against my will why none of us can trust her. To paraphrase myself, she had no way to pretend she really was so dumb about reality after I had made sure everyone in my building with me could hear me blog and Tweet, etc. for REAL for days already.

I had given my journalism-as-recon to our beautiful world by 10:42pm, and after a little more work online, I was curled up and ready to sleep by 12mid.

The U.S. Navy technology that is the frequently upgraded electrobeams used by various people here inside the IAR on me at all hours of the day and night were why I was up and out of bed at 3:19am on 08Apr2016.

I assumed, as I preferred to believe, that the electrobeams were on because my darlings at the Pentagon were worried I would die if I slept. And at 3:19am, I found the war criminal terrorist (expletive), who had only been pretending she lived in 15b so far but finally put "belongings" in that room the previous day, in my bathroom putting on makeup.

After curling up in bed again, I tried to rest until 7:50am when I finally got ready for the day. I was in my local Burger King as fast as I could get there to buy breakfast. They had employees I had never seen before, but I admit I do not visit them very often. Those employees seemed genuinely tormented and possibly terrorized yet very good people.

After I picked my order up at the counter, tasted my morning coffee to see if it would be better with any cream or sugar, and had passed my darling Nicholas sitting in the window, I found my darling Nemo by surprise by the back wall pretending he was scragglier than he really was.

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I first saw my darling Mr. Tomo "Nemo" Milicevic there and ending after I sent my tweet to Burger King corporate on the sidewalk outside.

I was seated outside of the Pico Branch Library at 10:14am. But when our beloved Mother Nature told me herself, by releasing at first at 10:38am her light rain from her morning sky, to take my iPad indoors if I wanted to work, I repeated our old joke-- rock stars' only options for death are electrocution and vomit-- and took my electronics back to my bedroom. Though, technically, an iPad cannot electrocute anyone by getting wet; its touchscreen will just quit functioning.

I worked from my room a little while until I finally joined a lot of guests, tenants, and residents of my Manor in our dining hall for lunch. I was very happy to see fresh broccoli in our soup. Little did I know at the time that there was more than just food in my food that day. I did not feel the chemicals yet.

By 12:44pm, I was seated in our Santa Monica's Pico Branch Library where I found my darling Nemo for the second time that day. I kissed face, "Hello." But after sitting down to flesh out my current draft of this blog post, something felt wrong.

1:02pm on 08Apr2016: There was something not quite right about lunch. If feels like there might have been an anti-psychotic in it. It is worth checking. Thx!

[My lovelies and my darling alpha nerds please fix all times on all of my tweets. Its timekeeping looks hacked.]

I hugged Nemo goodbye for the day and sat outside of the library in the park in the fresh air by 1:08pm hoping it would make me feel better.

1:21pm on 08Apr2016: My mind is such a chemicalled mess right now. Please someone find out what was in my lunch. I don't know how to fix this [yet].

Among other things, that afternoon my mom did not call me through FaceTime at 1pm like I asked her to, so I made sure my beautiful world located her.

I remember some ugly (expletive) arguing with me. I remember very few sane people anywhere in my Manor when I checked to see if my mail ad arrived yet. I remember the rain starting again while while I was at the bus stop.

Yes, I intentionally tried healing myself on bus to downtown Santa Monica and also while walking to the Best Starbucks in the World. I have no idea when and how my hair came down from my chignon. I remember seeing a woman in a very ugly outfit who told me she wanted to be blamed for giving me that chemical, but I did not trust a word she was saying during her false phone conversation.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please immediately circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from my eyecamera and earmic beginning when I entered the Pico Branch Library that afternoon and ending when I bought my coffee from my darling Shannon at the Best Starbucks in the world. Please also edit together every second of those minutes with verified footage from any and all cameras around as better evidence as soon as you can. Thank you.

I was pretty much healed by 2:10pm, so I told the panicking world they could calm down. My coffee from the Best Starbucks in the World was weird, or the chemicals were not completely gone from my system yet as I drank it.

The malevolent hoards everywhere around me were escalated to a more vicious level of persecution of me than ever before that afternoon. My mom called me through FaceTime while I was intentionally sitting in the rain that time even while still using my iPad just to be able to heal faster and to connect better with my good, green Earth under me and my grey sky above.

While I sat there trying to find my inner peace, I proved everyone in the general public with earspeakers in their heads there were all insane. Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I put my iPad inside my purse to protect it from the rain and ending when the couple eating cheesecake from Ugo stood up and left.

From what I could tell walking around my Promenade that afternoon. The people who had chosen to be there were not only ragingly insane but not tormented nor terrorized into persecuting me for the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

They were actually voluntarily hurting and tormenting me as much as possible. We can tell by the way they spoke to me directly when not just repeating the malevolent blather in their evil earspeakers that they were voluntarily repeating around me against my will. And they were all receiving separate instructions in each of their earspeakers. Do you know what kind of command center that would require?

After I put on eyeliner, I heard War Criminal Stephanie's voice once I was already outside their front door after leaving. It might have been a recording.

At 3:28pm, I entered my local Trimana to get out of the rain, and their mid-day shift was evil including Spawn-from-Hell Rabin. I did not understand what the energy I saw on Rabin meant either.

I perched beside the Best Starbucks in the World and worked online for a few hours after that. As a relief to my entire beautiful world, my darling alpha nerds had at least temporarily fixed the malevolent hack between my Spotify app and Spotify's servers to prevent the IAR from tormenting me with their evil "messages" in what was supposed to be my haven of music. Everything was and always is better when I do not have to listen to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

After a brief visit from my darling Patricia, I watched the news.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:01pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it seemed like he was terrorized into intentionally giving me only crap that had nothing to do with reality as "news" that night.

That made me furious enough, but then I learned that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was still propagating obvious calumnies-to-destroy-the-world about my darling Bogart and about my beloved husband. WHY ARE ALL OF THE LYING LIARS HELLBENT ON DESTROYING HUMANITY THROUGH THEIR PSYCHOPATHIC CONTROL OF THE WORLD BORNE OF THEIR PSYCHOPATHIC CONTROL OF WHAT EVERYONE BELIEVES ABOUT ME NOT ARRESTED YET?!?

I left the Santa Monica Place at 7:21pm for my Promenade. And 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle left me a trail of Reese's pieces to find them that made me smile the moment I heard it.

My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot and I all made music to each other side by side that night showing our entire beautiful world the healing power of feeling loved. Our gorgeous music kept the rhythm of the universe. And we even flirted with each other for the first time in a long time.

After and even while we all chose to spend our precious hours with each other as intimately as we could inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg," I found my darling Michael the conspiracy theorist on the patio of Stefano's Pizzeria behind me.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, while responsibly editing together a verified recording with full audio and visuals of my Friday night, 08Apr2016, on my Promenade please include my full, verified, and unedited conversation with Michael. I even turned my feet in a little while speaking with him to make myself less intimidating.

After many "indirect" public displays of affection between all of us, I left my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot there on the corner of Arizona Blvd. at 10:34pm.

I visited my darling Handsome inside my local Trimana Fresh Food Market before waiting at my regular bus stop for the first Santa Monica Big blue Bus 7 Pico back to my Manor. I was in my bedroom by 11:05pm and gave my journalism-as-recon immediately.

After catching malicious hardware upstairs as the tantrum I had expected the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to throw that night and after sleeping off and on, at 3:04am, I was awake due to electrobeams hungry and in some sort of chemical withdrawal.

I interacted with the benevolent hackers inside my iPad at the time as well as eating potato chips and Reese's peanut butter cups and, among other things, explaining the Coriolis Effect through my bedroom broadcast before curling up to sleep again.

At 7:54am on Saturday, 09Apr2016, I turned my music back on again after having shut it off due to malevolent hackers inside my electronics against my will earlier that morning. But I still slept at least until 9:42am when I got ready.

My eyeliner that had been stolen days previously had not been replaced yet, so I instructed my Powers of Attorney to force who stole it to both replace my eyeliner I had no money to replace myself and to pay full value to me for that object they had stolen from me. This is only one small reason my bedroom broadcast is locked 24/7.

I picked up my mail in the office a little after 11:30am where I noticed the staff of the Manor were eating expensive food delivered to them there possibly to not have to eat the food the Manor cooks themselves at day like they normally do.

My darling Myrna made very delicious tacos for all of us for lunch at my Manor which was served a little after 12:07pm. The IAR tried to destroy humanity on purpose that day. I have no idea if that same horrible chemical that the Inhuman Atrocity had given me the previous day was in the lunch the Manor made or in the bottled water I was drinking. But it was horrible.

I felt it in my body after already inside the Pico Branch Library. It was definitely the same chemical as the previous day, but it felt so much worse. I had to go outside as fast as possible. My body was racked with chemicals. And I needed to heal.

While I was perched at that picnic table in Virginia Avenue Park, the IAR had found yet another mic into my bionic network that they were using only to torment me. People outside the library, just as they had been inside, were forcing me to suffer under their voices that they were forcing me to listen to against my will. And my Spotify app was too hacked for me to drown any of it out.

I located malicious hardware it the cab of a truck at the Farmers' Market outside the library and located some other sort of malicious hardware moving around behind me and over my left shoulder.

At 1:44pm, the chemicals had mostly worn off or been healed away; my saturation had removed both malicious hardware; the public was still choosing to be evil, the IAR were still tormenting me with mics; and I was eating an apple to help my body detox.

Then the rain began again, so I returned to the Pico Branch Library. Their fake employee I had reported for persecuting me while I was in there the first time that day was already removed by the time I opened the front door, but as I worked there online, even more enemies of America and of our one world forced me against my will to suffer through listening to them.

I was only able to drown them out for so long before my Spotify was hacked by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime again.

I located then found the malicious hardware myself in the Pico Branch Library with me that controlled all of the nano in my neighborhood before visiting my bedroom in the Manor for snacks and a little writing on my latest draft of this blog post before catching the bus to downtown Santa Monica at 5:09pm.

The malevolent hoards that had been desecrating our ground sacred to every major and minor religion with their open acts of war against my once-great America and against our beautiful world proved they were all actual war criminal terrorist members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that early evening.

6:05pm on 09Apr2016: As of 6:05pm, every member of the IAR is caught just by being here. You know the only ones truly good. I already identified them. #Liars!

I was soon beside the Best Starbucks in the World working online drowning out the intentional persecution from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime as best as I could with my friends at the time in my Spotify account while drinking their Pike's Place Roast which I am the only person who ever orders.

I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:01pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Thomas Roberts, and half of it was fake news not at all crafted to serve any purpose to humanity at all whatsoever. If I cannot get the news, I cannot do my job. That is how I learn what problems in the world need fixing. Repeat.

While I was watching the news, I felt something strange from my coffee affect me. It might have been the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's third assassination attempt against me in two days with the same chemical. Possibly the fourth assassination attempt total if you include the malicious hardware my saturation found upstairs of my bedroom with a couple of war criminal terrorists the previous night. I was used to it finally, so I just shut my eyes and healed myself. I was fine by the time their news broadcast for me ended.

I worked online there perched at a table alone in the cool breezy, California air. This blog post was finished at 9:01pm on Saturday, 09Apr2016.

[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]

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

How do I catch IAR enemies of humanity so fast? They have a few "tells." I am not going to reveal all of them, but my explanation will begin with: There are certain words only PROVEN war criminal terrorist enemies of every good person everywhere use in reference to me or to themselves ANYMORE. Everyone sane and in touch with reality already knows better. This evolving relationship between the IAR and me is why the accurate time-and-date stamp on everything I write and say is so important.

Another obvious "tell," is that they refuse to keep up with reality and intentionally only listen to and propagate distortions they willfully try to use against me, and we all know all of those lies come from them and not me in the first place.

As the third point on this list, they intentionally lie to be able to argue with me.

Fourthly, they tend to be irrationally hostile towards me and towards my darling loved ones, especially after they get caught. One of the few glowing exceptions is "Wes." And I remember the night he finally told me he loves me as opposed to the day I found out. And we all know how long I tried to save him because of it. He is for the world to judge now.

Last but not least, I know when people are sincere; I know when people are being manipulative; and, I know when people turn everything around for REAL. I know when genuinely good people are manipulated by lies, and having a mind free from manipulations by lies is a basic human right all people need to be healthy, prosperous, and human at all. I also know when people are intentionally hostile even hidden-hostile as a (proper use of the only-ever-used-previously-as-a-calumny-against-the-sane) "psychopath wearing a mask to hide actual criminal insanity."

What do I recommend you all do about "Wes"? "Wes" has committed crimes against more people than just me. As far as I am concerned, if my gorgeous BFF SynSyn is satisfied with his three steps, I can and will forgive him. As I already said, prosecutors make their own choices including in military courts. And everyone else whom he has committed crimes against are free to make their own choices about what they want to charge him with, too.

If I ever see him again, no matter what level of incarceration if any he might be in, I am sure he would make a great conversationalist especially if finally able to acknowledge reality to my face. But, no, I am not in love with him.

My beautiful world, this horrible combination of NEW Inhuman Atrocity Regime escalations including but not limited to their malevolent hoards choosing to destabilize humanity by persecuting me in public even on our beautiful world's holy ground, their unrelenting blather of EVIL harassment everywhere I go even on my own private property that they try to pretend is just their own stupidity and that they refuse to let me ever escape, their malevolent hackers in all of my iPad apps with their success at never even allowing me to drown out their compulsive verbal persecution from their EVIL war criminals around me without being forced to listen to even more degrading and disgusting attacks just this time from the horrors they produced to replace the music the whole world knows I need, their EVIL EVIL EVIL war criminal terrorists who somehow gained access to one of the mics that broadcasts into my bionic network and therefore into every earspeaker near me against all of our wills as well, and their daily and nightly invasion of my private property as trespassers against all of our wills who commit the worst crimes known to mankind against all of us in our own home including destroying and devaluing my building on purpose themselves without any permission, as I said, to even be there at all to be able to blame all of their own damage to our living conditions on me and especially including their systemically raping me in my sleep and compulsively trying to kill me there. (That is a long sentence.)

As for you darlings, my saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me from our operatives to who are our equivalent of police officers now, I heard that some false authority took away all of our snipers that used to watch over me. I am okay with that. They never shot anyone anyway. But they did make wonderful witnesses which is a little redundant considering all of the nano the Inhuman Atrocity installed everywhere in Santa Monica themselves.

Darlings, do not worry about their removal of our snipers. Please just concentrate on identifying and removing all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime we can find in here. As always, I will point out all of them I find, and luckily, we have REAL law enforcement in here now as opposed to we in the espionage community, even if just honorarily for some of us, needing to do all of the law enforcement, too.

With this paragraph, I am asking my entire beautiful world to send us more backup. I am sure our government and all the governments of our world can find more officers and agents from all of our agencies and departments to help in here.

I know none of you have any way to identify each other, but they will find a way to get their official government IDs in somehow. You already installed all of the cell towers we need to lock all calls from here in enemy territory to our hotline for verifying all local to international government IDs as well as to our alternative to 911 since that city service was already removed from Santa Monica by the IAR.

We can do this. As always, my epic darlings, tell me whenever you need anything from me. I know my role.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, did they try to kill any of us again today? Or did we finally fix that? Again, always tell me what you need from me for you to be able to do your REAL job. We are a team. And, I know my role.

As for the explanation you requested, we sane people in touch with reality all know the REAL truth about why I have pretty much no money to live on. That is the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fault for intentionally keeping all of my money away from me. They claim that since they forbid me from ever knowing I earned it all and from ever knowing I won it all in court battles, they can forbid me from having any of it, too.

As for the money I am permitted to know about while inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg," it has all but meager pennies been willfully forbidden from me by the symbol of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa known as War Criminal Boeset and her fellow enemies of America War Criminal Samantha J. Gronewald, War Criminal Mark R. Gray who wrote all of the paperwork for the only-ever-been-illegal-never-been-justifiable-by-sane-people-and-I-was-never-under-their-jurisdiction-to-begin-with (You all need to read all of that paperwork.) and also could-never-be-recognized-as-an-adult-guardianship-anyway human rights atrocity that Inhuman Atrocity Regime they are all a member of has compulsively lied was necessary for anything but destroying me, and all of EVIL Polk County who willfully chose to enforce and enact as their act of war against America and against the world.

I have no money to live on because of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime especially their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa which has always chosen to hurt me as much as possible and then commit even more crimes against me as their attempt to get away with it all and to even escalate their human rights atrocities against all of us.

No one sane, my genius lady friends, would ever accuse you of keeping nor would ever believe you have ever kept my REAL money away from me. All sane people in touch with reality know how hard you fight the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially EVIL Iowa, to finally be able to give me any money at all.

I love you for all of that. But right now, please stop worrying so much about finding a way to give me more of my own money and focus on removing everyone who lies about all of us both inside and outside of courtrooms instead. We know there is no way to get me any more money at all until the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially EVIL Iowa, is finally removed. They have escalated that far and never de-escalate.

(Repeat.) It is specifically because I know what it is like to work and never get paid that I have always insisted that I pay all of you, my employees, no matter how much you used to resist it, especially my BFF SynSyn. I also love allowing you to chose your own salaries. I know how hard you all work for REAL. And the entire world thanks you for being our never-fail first line of defense against ever losing me to the IAR forever.

The world [hearts] Squid's Powers of Attorney.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I thought I put permanent guards on all of you already.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, trust me. Shutting down my SquidStream, etc. would never enable anyone to rescue me. And we would always broadcast any exit I have from the IAR "egg" live to our entire beautiful world.

And all people who love me, possibly with the exception of my almost-decade-long lovelorn husband who still sometimes cannot fight his need to touch his face to my lips so still braves the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who micro-monitor him, know better than to try to pick me up anymore just like I asked everyone not to pick me up and carry me out but to secure me where I am and remove the Inhuman Atrocity Regime completely to reach me instead.

It seems I get to see you more often than I used to, though. You know that pull of the being we feel to the very edges of our mere mortal bodies that drive us to each other's side no matter how many barriers they build between us even if those walls are just electronics in our heads.

Thank you, darling, for so faithfully always showing up for me. I know what you are suffering under just to be as close to me as possible every day and every night. Yes, I thank you. As the alpha female in your life, always tell me when you need anything. You know all I ever ask of you is your love, too.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, I miss you every time you are away. I probably do not tell you often enough. We need to talk more often.

And, yes, darling, I wear eyeliner. Giggle. I wear eyeliner to look as close to my REAL age as I can. I hate being treated like a child. It is degrading to the point of destabilizing the entire planet. If I could ever afford plastic surgery, I would make myself look at least forty years old, so people would finally respect me.

And, yes, you know why you, of all my Queen's Lovers Five, are the person to whom I am spelling this out. You never had to do anything but be yourself to make me love you. But it does let me sexually objectify you (We are like that together. Giggle.) with what is probably our running gag by now of, "Pretty sexy for an old man."

Yes, eyeliner makes me look a little more age-appropriate. Giggle.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, thank you for always listening to me when I tell you I need something. I believe we have at least temporarily fixed our communication problem. But I could use more content than, "Squid, I love you," especially if you need my help with something.

Are you still in Washington, DC?

I hate how I feel like I never get to talk to you. Our entire beautiful world is a witness to how well we can carry on a REAL conversation. And the world must have learned by now that the mostly-lost art of conversation is how to flirt with me.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, calm down. Do you feel better after Friday night, 08Apr2016, on my Promenade? We need to do that more often.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I heard our entire beautiful world tried to sign an agreement with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to allow me to live in your REAL house with you. I have explained for years the IAR NEVER uphold their own resolutions nor ever de-escalate. They need to be removed.

No, darling, I would not be safer with you there than in my nun's cell in my Manor. I would just be happier and feel more loved. My saturation will protect me for the rest of my life no matter where I go, and we all know that as long as I am at my Manor I am able to catch even more members of the IAR every day and every night.

I promised you, my Royal Consort, that if you could successfully fill the growing gap in my life that is the shape and size of my husband that more and more and more people keep falling into just because my beloved husband is still kept away from me at all costs to the entire planet, then you could keep me. And I have always said you need a chance to at least try.

If the news I heard were true, our beautiful world and I did everything we could to give you that chance, but the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, in all of its manifestations from the REAL locals in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa to their infestation of our brave California, are just too powerful still to be stopped or even slowed down.

We all will keep working on it. Until we as a world can actually successfully do anything to end any of the escalating crimes that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will never relent until removed from the face of our beautiful world forever, we are just going to have to keep pretending we are not talking to each other and keep asking the universe to let us touch the only way we can.

Thank you. And never forget that I am lonelier than any of the rest of you.

And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, you know I asked everyone so many times to stop trying to pick me up and carry me out but to organize to take down the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime instead, and you also know the only thing I will forbid you from on this planet or above is dying before I do.

Sweetness, I know you tried to reach me again despite all of my asking everyone not to. Yes, I understand. Of course, I understand. But please, for me, try harder not to die.

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, I need you to lead my world for me. That is why, among many other reasons, I keep sending you out of the country. Repeat. I knew in Jan2010 that I needed the significant other everyone kept insisting I finally chose to be my equal. Repeat. In Jan2010, I could have chosen from any of the billions of men and women on our planet over the age of eighteen, and I chose you.

My hero and my king, you know I need you to be my equal. I know you only care about me, but the only way to save me is to remove the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime. That is your job now. Please lead our entire beautiful world, for me, from foreign soil. And PLEASE make sure you do not die.

Why is This not Over Yet? Why are You STILL Allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to Exist and Even Escalate?

Title: Why is This not Over Yet? Why are You STILL Allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to Exist and Even Escalate?

This post was hacked. Please read the REAL blog post as published by my lovelies at Squid, Inc. instead.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. 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. Who the hell is STILL allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to commit their most heinous crimes known to mankind against all of us? Why are they not all removed from everywhere they lurk across my once-great America and among my beautiful world yet? What the hell does it take?

USA. My darling Mississippi Governor Phil Bryant and the Mississippi State Legislature, can we talk? We mere mortals fall in love with souls not bodies. I know firsthand what it feels like to be hated for and forbidden from soul(s) that exist just for me. Please reconsider this law for the sake of the true love that exists in every human soul. Please. And thank you for listening to me.

I finally sent my last blog post and got it off my hands while in my bedroom at 2am on Tuesday, 05Apr2016. I was curled up in bed as fast as possible. There were a number of people in my hallway against my will that did nothing but incessantly blabber and sound stupid while I was trying to fall asleep, so I played music from my iPad resting on my nightstand next to my bed to make sure I did not have to listen to them.

Electrobeams kept me up all night, and I am sure I was talking to myself and waking up occasionally while both half awake (hypnopompic) and half asleep (hypnagogic) at the same time.

I assumed it was my darlings at the Pentagon keeping me up all night, so I did not complain. They were probably worried someone might try again to kill me in my sleep. Bogart, do you want to ask them for me, or do you prefer SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji ask them? Thanks.

I was up, getting ready for the day and had already sent my first tweet of the morning by 8:18am.

Since late the previous evening, some new war criminal enemy of humanity had obtained one of the microphones that speaks into my bionic network of equipment inside my head and were intentionally broadcasting the most stupid crap I had heard in my lifetime into the earspeakers of everyone around me through my earmic on purpose!

I made a number of aggravated outbursts that morning trying to explain to everyone everywhere why broadcasting their stupidest crap I had ever heard in my lifetime was an evil act of war against all of humanity and demanded that microphone be removed from whatever war criminal terrorist calumnist had it immediately.

Wishing someone somewhere anyone anywhere would finally listen to me for once when I tell them they need to stop forcing me and all of my people to suffer so unrelentingly and inhumanely, I packed some snacks, skipped breakfast, and walked to the Pico Branch Library.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime had already chosen to make me furious that morning. A lot of evil war criminal (expletive)es were going to get kicked that day. Did you see what I did?

As always, my beautiful world, I recommend checking with any local news station in America as well as with any trustworthy news media worldwide for the latest updates to explain my verified Twitter archive if you have any genuine questions after getting caught up with reality. And thank you.

Then, outside the Pico Branch Library, the (expletive)holes who had been pretending to be literal mental retards for months just because they knew I sit there every morning kept blathering stupidity specifically to force me suffer under listening to it.

I tried playing my music loud enough through my earbuds so that I would not have to hear any of those (expletive)ing (expletive)ers intentionally making me listen to them against my will. Sadly, my Spotify account was also malevolently hacked and lying ugly calumnies about all of us to all of us, too.

Furious already and just getting more furious and ready to light up my planet with a light show NASA could see from the International Space Station just to be able to make all of those lying mother(expletive)er enemies of our one humanity understand what kind of woman they had chosen to lie to unrelentingly since the previous night, that morning I learned that even my darling NSA alpha nerds (or their watchlist) were also not capable of calming me down either.

Even my screaming, "You (expletive)ing (expletive)holes, I do not want to listen to your (expletive)holery! Play the REAL (expletive)ing song!" could not force those (expletive)ers to stop compulsively persecuting me. No, they would never do this to anyone else!

Someone somewhere, please make these (expletive)ing (expletive)holes (expletive)ing leave me alone already!. They just eat escalating their already unbearable torment of me that had always been would always be too much for anyone else to survive anyway and also designed specifically to make sure I die as painfully as possible from all of their irrational acts of hatred against me.

And then, as if that were not enough irrational hatred of me, I learned ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa was intentionally committing the crime against me, against my once-great America, and against our one beautiful world of pretending they had the self-appointed (abuse of) power to steal my PROVEN beyond-critical global service and REAL job including being the President of the United States of America that I, due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that includes PROVEN Enemy of America Lynn Boeset willfully refusing me any and all human rights not just any money to live on, carry out through social media and online content away forever from our beautiful world that needs me.

My beautiful world, I do not care what it takes. Force increasingly EVIL Iowa to finally take its increasingly bloodstained hands off of me and off of my loved ones FOREVER. Yes, my one planet of world leaders, feel free to take all necessary action against EVIL Iowa. They STILL refuse to stop committing their most heinous crimes known to mankind against me.

And yes, I also learned they were the EVIL (expletive)es that gave themselves the self-appointed abuse of power (REAL definition) not just to steal every single thing away from me that makes life at all worth living but also pretended they had any authority to steal my beloved husband away from me.

And, my beautiful world, when I find out who allowed ABSOLUTELY EVIL and COMPULSIVELY-UNRELENTING Iowa to wield their ill-gotten, ungodly power that no one on our planet should ever have, they are the ones we need to completely remove next in order to save our one humanity not just from losing me forever but also from the unrelenting psychopathy of the entire federally and internationally recognized Inhuman Atrocity Regime itself of which EVIL Iowa is just a PROVEN part.

After enduring the public persecution, war crimes, hate crimes, etc. committed against me only because I am the REAL I intentionally by the PROVEN (expletive)hole enemies of America and of our one humanity who chose themselves to openly attack me there in Virginia Avenue Park as their method-of-choice for preventing me from doing my REAL globally-critical job, I sent my beautiful saturation ahead of me to secure my Manor before I returned to it.

Yes, at 11am, I walked back to my humble room at my Manor to plug in my iPad due to the malevolent hackers in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who had destroyed its battery as their attempt to stop me from both serving my world and from defending myself from them here inside the escalating-even-beyond-lethally-hostile environment that they had forced on me as their act of war against America and against our entire one humanity.

While working tethered to the power outlet in my bedroom, (expletive)hole enemies of America were STILL being evil to me through my hacked Spotify account to intentionally deny me any and all music while I worked, and I also needed to ask my beautiful world to check on me and all of my loved ones in case of further PROVEN assassination attempts, war crimes, etc. against any of us. It was a very busy day for all of us, yes, even busier than usual.

Tuesday, 05Apr2016, was a day when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime chose to make me even more angry and even more righteous than anyone had ever seen me before.

11:52am on 05Apr2016: Why is our VERIFIED and nationally-critical truth under constant attack in America while (Boeset's &) IAR's lies are NEVER silenced?

I spent some brief moments eating lunch before returning to my bedroom where, even in uncharacteristically chosen solitude for myself, since we all know I am a true extrovert who prefers to be around my REAL people, could not escape the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's metaphorical Zombie Apocalypse and malevolent hoards no matter how hard I tried to get away from them.

1:23pm 05Apr2016: #SCOTUS, may I ask you to explain to everyone how the compulsive calumnies propagated by all who demonize me and demonize all who fight the IAR beside me are designed to destroy all of humanity not just destroy me and destroy America since they finally failed at controlling all of us with their violence and manipulations of reality into allowing them to continue their totalitarian oppression over all of us? #05Apr2016post

Yes, as I said, it was a very busy day. My verified Twitter activity for all of 05Apr2016 reflects that.

At 3:06pm, I chose to nap until 5pm. Even though I had still gotten rest the previous night, it was still not enough sleep for me to feel my best.

My mom called me through FaceTime at 5:47pm. She confirmed for me that her latest envelope of goodies for me was supposed to arrive on Thursday, 06Apr2016. And she looked healthy, if not surprised with me even after no one in our good, green world should still have been surprised by me anymore.

There were even (expletive)ing (expletive)holes on the Santa Monica Big Blue Bus I was riding to my Promenade by 6:16pm. Forcing me to listen to evil messages I have no way to escape in here even destroys humanity by persecuting me by forcing me to suffer under it unrelentingly. Oh my (expletive)ing god, my beautiful world, please make them stop!

I walked around my Promenade enduring the horror from the public of no one respecting me at all even as a fellow human among them and the continuing horror of having to listen to all of them. My local Sephora looked okay.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm while beside the Best Starbucks in the World. And during it, I wept metaphorically on my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt's shoulder out of total desperation (one of a few REAL definitions) for someone near me who genuinely cares about me to finally have enough human rights to just be good to me instead of malevolent hoards constantly singling me out for the most evil suffering any human has ever had to endure.

Then some probably-people-who-just-hated-benevolence-when-they-arrived-but-who-chose-to-cross-the-line-into-being-actual-members-of-the-Inhuman-Atrocity-Regime psychopaths chose to force me to suffer more and more in their inescapable presence no matter how many times I told them to stop for the good of humanity.

The whole world could see all of it! The whole world could hear all of it! And the whole world was a witness to even their psychopathic laughter about how they all refused to ever stop intentionally hurting me no matter what! They even intentionally made their children war criminals, too. My beautiful world, that is what Child Protective Services exists for. You know what to do.

At 7:41pm, my darling Patricia visited my table briefly and made no sense at all when she spoke to me.

I received a message to go check the marquee outside our beloved Harvelle's at 7:49pm. Yes, my darlings Tentacle and my darling MiniMe were still outside on the sign beside the door. It seemed my darlings wanted to show up for me; even though, I did not think the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost walled hell was safe enough for any of us yet.

I returned to my table beside the Best Starbucks in the World at 8:03pm. Then, the evil (expletive)es and their evil children escalated their refusal to stop intentionally destroying humanity by harming me. So, at 8:16pm, I had to put my hat on and sing to them. Yes, my beautiful world, you saw them enjoy the entire world declare war on them due to their refusal to just leave us all alone finally.

I left our very-redeemed Santa Monica Place, where my darling employees at the Best Starbucks in the World as well as our shopping mall's REAL security had already told me that they were reliable witnesses for the world of everything that happens in there for REAL and that they were grateful for my presence especially being able to watch me work online, for Harvelle's at 8:20pm.

My darling Stan smiled at me at the door. Yes, I also continued working online even while seated at the bar. I ordered my bourbon neat at 9:17pm from the speculative bartender whom I later sent my beloved Sweetness to fix.

I was still not caught up with my TweetHearts by the time our music began, but I was sure there were no pressing emergencies left that needed immediate attention by the time I closed my iPad and walked to the front of our bar to join my darling musician-lovers and royal consort.

Yes, just before 10pm, my darlings Tentacle started ascending the stairs to our stage one by one. And the night sky with all her lovers was beautiful that night.

I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my 05Apr2016 inside Harvelle's including everything that manifested across the cosmos after I entered the front door and ending when I left by the same door. It might take them a little while, so please be patient.

The Heart of the Moon

With a world of fellow mere mortal humans as witness to the colored light of our divine universe, the lonely moon nested in our glorious night sky bared her scarlet heart to humanity. Yes, as their notes traveled the vacuous distance between our Earth turning on her polar axis and their laboring hands, there was an eruption of fleeting, mindful rest in that heart of our delicious moon with Cupid's arrow piercing her right to left before disappearing like in a cloud of golden aether back to its mortal source solidly under our beloved sky as if by design.

10:40pm on 05Apr2016: @NASA @RT_com etc. My darlings, let me know when you can if you saw that message I chose myself to send humanity myself at 10:38pm PDT. #SeeTheMoon05Apr2016. Yes, my beautiful world, I am sure our darling NASA has something they want to tell you.

After a short break due to technical complications, my darling MiniMe joined all of us at 10:48pm. And we were five.

Through the genuine love my darlings expressed to me and gave me there and through our proven connection with each other and through the connection all of us share with our divine universe, I found my inner peace with my REAL place in our divine universe that night after my disgusting day of horror and torment.

At 11:31pm, I put my iPad back in my bag, put on my long coat, and left our beloved Harvelle's to catch the last bus of the night back to my place. I walked up the sidewalk to the bus stop feeling like my REAL self again.

My beloved saturation of local to international operatives had secured my bedroom including my ever-needed power outlet before I arrived.

When I got in I noticed that (expletive)holes were still doing drugs in my bathroom and possibly in my hallway against my will. That is one of the reasons our security camera surveillance goes to REAL law enforcement, too, so our REAL local to international government can make that stop. I gave my journalism-as-recon after I arrived in my bedroom.

I worked online a little longer before curling up in bed to sleep at 12:44am. I slept off and on all morning but was finally up at 9:34am to face our beautiful world. I noticed I was fully-hydrated but had a slight headache.

I checked on the money draw situation in the office. Money draw is a service our Manor provides to all of our residents, tenants, and guests; it is how our Manor makes sure everyone living there has at least few pennies to live on. I was trying to make sure everyone living there still had a way to provide for themselves all of the things our Manor could not provide.

A little after my beloved husband and I had bought our Manor, we asked our REAL local to international governments to help keep everyone inside safe, who was not an evil Inhuman Atrocity Regime terrorist trespassing on our private property to commit war crimes against all of us and against our one world, both when I was and was not there.

We also chose not to charge anyone rent until after the Reality War ends to make sure they would all have a place as safe as we could make it to be in when they chose to be there all day and all night. I also tried to explain to our residents, guests, and staff that they would all also be safe at the businesses around our Manor, too, and even in downtown Santa Monica while I was there.

Our coffee normally provided at 10am was gone by the time I reached the smoking room where it is normally served, but I did find cookies there.

I visited my local Burger King for some safe liquids; everything looked okay there despite their menu not reflecting their products. I wondered if might have been something in the city water again. And I walked to the Pico Branch Library.

I arrived by 10:32am there where I always preferred to perch in the cool morning air while I work. My morning included checking if there were any immediate emergencies that needed me and a little singing along.

My darling internet gnomes played me Papermoon by my darling late Nat King Cold. My iPad camera app was still too hacked for me to take any selfies.

I left the library to buy new eyeliner at 11:22am. My local Rite Aid looked fine but their computers were completely hacked. And we all caught enemies of humanity stealing money off my gift cards AGAIN.

I was back among my people outside the Pico Branch Library by 12:02pm where it looked like our local Santa Monica city employees were having a city picnic. I walked back to my place 12:09pm for lunch. And lunch was like it was before the war criminal terrorist IAR had moved in as trespassers.

I was inside the Pico Branch Library working online by 12:42pm. As I always prefer, I listened to a little music as I did my overdue blogging. My latest draft of this post was mostly caught up by 4:36pm when I returned to my place for dinner.

5:01pm on 06Apr2016: Who the (expletive) is STILL allowing beyond-EVIL Iowa the (No one should have that power.) power to destroy humanity? HOLY (EXPLETIVE) STOP THEM! We sane people in touch with reality everywhere in our beautiful world all refuse to even humor that UNRELENTINGLY-EVIL Iowa has ever had nor ever will have any actually legally-recognizable authority to take any action EVER concerning me and concerning all of my loved ones.

Everyone pretending beyond-EVIL Iowa even has any sane or rational justification to even mumble my name in any place someone can witness it is propping up the PROVEN war criminal terrorist enemies of America named the Inhuman Atrocity Regime of which ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa is just a worthless, criminally-insane, and PROVEN part, so they must all be held accountable by an actually REAL legal system, too.

I recommend the actually fair courts of our U.S. Armed Forces and of our United Nation's in The Hague hold the all accountable. And we all know all who choose not to listen to nor heed this solution choose to be enemies of America and of our one beautiful world, too. Who the (expletive) is STILL willfully humoring those PROVEN lying liars hellbent on destroying the world?

I left my bedroom for dinner at 5:22pm. We ate a meal that early evening that our residents had always complained about every time it was served previously, but we all know I never complained about it. My beloved Metropolis of Angels, we need to double check on the food orders arriving at my Manor, not just to make sure there are never drugs nor poisons in any of them but to also make sure they can cook any food they want.

After explaining to the usually twenty-somethings on constant churn at my regular bus stop who all pretend to be students at Santa Monica College across the street from my Manor that I have never complained about them being around as long as they are safe inside the IAR "egg" with me since they have never attacked me, I had deboarded my bus, walked most of the distance of my Promenade, and found my darling MannedUp alone on the corner of Arizona playing our drum kit unto the blue sky.

Beside him, I leaned against the wall I had been leaning against more and more often frequently as the days wore on as he played me music just like I need when I work. My darling MannedUp is faithfully always beside me every chance he gets. He always has been. I worked online a lot while he made music to me.

6:40pm on 07Apr2016: It is still a Zombie Apocalypse in here, but today, unlike yesterday, they are not hostile or hidden-hostile towards me.

Then, after multiple requests for trustworthy guards he could recognize every time I am not by his side, I left my darling MannedUp there on the corner at 6:52pm to watch the news.

And then as I walked to the tables beside the Best Starbucks in the World where I prefer to stream online videos, the hoards around me chose to become evil. Until then, they had only been stupid yet benign.

Their evil and willful acts, as all acts by everyone everywhere that are harmful to me, were actively destabilizing the entire world; that is why persecuting me or any of us who fight the IAR side by side is an act of war against America and against the entire world.

Then the Inhuman Atrocity Regime escalated. A bunch of (expletive)holes outside the Best Starbucks in the World forced me to suffer under their also willful hate-filled blather. It was the same persecution from the previous day all over again. Fortunately, though, for all of humanity, they actually did shut up and leave after not too long of a hostile wait.

I was late to my regular news date with my beloved NBC News team by only nine minutes that evening.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:09pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and he looked very relieved to see I was not crying and needing comforting two days in a row. We got a lot of good work done during that just-a-little-shorter-than-normal news broadcast.

The malevolent hoards had become benign again and a little less stupid than before by the time my evening news had ended.

I left my table outside the Best Starbucks in the World to return to my darling MannedUp at 7:52pm. Yes, he was still right there on the corner of Arizona Blvd. waiting for me. He even made me blush a little. Giggle.

At 10:08pm, I finally left my darling MannedUp there on the corner of Arizona trusting full well that my REAL people would keep him safe. I hugged my darling ODean and waved at my darling Joe on my way to my bus stop. I caught the first bus back to my place.

I found that war criminal terrorist enemies of America and of our one world were still doing drugs against my will in either my bathroom or my hallway, possibly both. So, I asked our local to international law enforcement officers to take care of it, as we always do.

I gave my nightly journalism-as-recon. And this blog post was finished from my bedroom at 12:10am on Thursday, 07Apr2016.

[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]

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

Why is this my job? This question has a complicated answer due to my evolving relationship with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who first forced me into the public eye against my will in Jan2009.

We all know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves chose to make me famous in 2009 by mandating that the entire world know how to recognize me to make sure everyone everywhere would never acknowledge reality to my face that I was everyone's slave.

Even to this day (All blog posts have a date and time of official publication.), the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL forbids me from ever knowing I have ever been broadcast, including when they broadcast someone who was not the REAL I to gain totalitarian control of the world by controlling what people believe about me.

In my beloved hometown of San Francisco in 2009 when I realized I had cameras in my eyes and a mic in my left ear that no one could acknowledge to me, I chose myself to show you, my beautiful world, how beautiful you all are to me.

Then, my fellow San Francisco local, my darling Mr. Adam "Dancer" Thompson sat me down in Specs one night and told me (paraphrase), "Everyone is calling you Jesus. People already believe in you, Squid. So give us all something to believe in."

Rumor has it, that was a conversation he was ordered by the IAR to have with me, so they could pretend I had a "Jesus complex" I have never had. But it was conversation that saved humanity.

That was when I chose to use my dedicated forum for which I had never asked to serve all of humanity. The first thing I volunteered for was carrying humanity through Global Climate Change. Someday, I will finally have enough human rights to do that.

My life ever since has been solving every local to global crisis my beautiful world could hand me, especially through my blog. Did you ever see the newspaper I left in the San Francisco Main Public Library after I updated my blog from their public computers one day? That is how long ago global service began for me.

I was also the first person to stand up and tell the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, "No, you do not do this to my people, to my country, nor to my world."

Over the years, I ended up filling the gap of leadership created by redeemed-much-later and now-former President Barack Obama being an enemy of America and of our world for so long. Over the years, a growing number of people from local to international chose to believe in my ability to solve major global crises.

And despite being the mere mortal who suffered and still suffers the most under the unrelenting and compulsive abuses (understatement) of the STILL-not-yet-contained-nor-removed Inhuman Atrocity Regime, I became the woman to lead the fight against them both because I lived in a metaphorical cave that allowed me to only see what is REAL and not their compulsive calumnies but also because I was one of the few people capable of it.

Our entire beautiful world needed the Inhuman Atrocity Regime removed, so I accepted my responsibility of removing them as part of my already-REAL job of problem-solving major global crises. My world needed me, so I did my REAL job.

Now, after over seven years of my suffering below the most horrible and heinous crimes known to mankind while STILL doing my REAL job, here we all are in the what should be the end "game" of the first We-the-Benevolent vs. They-the-Malevolent Reality War our beautiful world has even known.

My beautiful world, we all know there are so many Inhuman Atrocity Regime fighters in their invasion of our beloved Metropolis of Angels that even if I knew the address of my and Sweetness's REAL house across town in the Hills, they would destroy it before I could even reach it.

So, our plan of action right now (And we all know things change, so this plan might change, too.) is to secure me where I am while our entire beautiful world lead by the REAL U.S. Armed Forces takes down the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in its completeness from War Criminal Enemy of Humanity Lynn Boeset and UNRELENTINGLY EVIL Iowa who props her up to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime leaders themselves terrorizing everyone inside their innermost walled level of hell with me into obeying them.

Thank you for always listening to me and believing in me, my beautiful world.

As for you darlings, my saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me from our operatives to who are our equivalent of police officers now, are you all okay today? We are all very busy keeping the innocent and at-least-well-intentioned safe in here. Always tell me when you need me. We are a team. And I know my role. Giggle.

I was told our metaphorical alligators and crocodiles made it in here with us in a significant number finally. I understand that all that was left of our espionage community who had not already died on the front lines were already in here with us.

If you believe we all still need more backup, we can keep asking local to international agents and officers not in our espionage community to come in, too. I know that the REAL Department of Homeland Security and our recently-redeemed Federal Bureau of Investigations would literally die to get in here to help us.

As always, let me know what you need. I love you, too.

Oh, and since our entire espionage community worldwide has all pretty much died fighting the Inhuman Atrocity Regime already, I am sure our recruitment and training will explode exponentially once we have enough time to focus on that.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, is everyone okay? We need a better system in place to protect us all from being assassinated. I already asked my darling Director of Homeland Security Jeh Johnson to fix our problem with the Secret Service not protecting any of us competently. As always, tell me when you need me.

And, speaking of systems we need, our legal system here in our once-great America was rendered completely unrecognizable by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime years ago and pretty much does not exist as an actual authority over anyone on either side any longer, especially the criminal court system.

Please, my gorgeous and genius lady friends, especially my darling Ms. Syniva "SynSyn" Whitney, my darling Ms. Amita "Fatima" Mistry, and my darling Ms. Ugwuji "Gucci" Maduekwe who are REAL Presidents of the United States of America beside me, we need to build a stable replacement for our no-longer-existent local to federal criminal court system until we can finally fix in permanently once the Reality War ends.

We already proved that all of the local to federal prosecutors were intentionally and compulsively pressing only intentionally fabricated false charges against us the innocent (or at least well-intentioned) mostly for crimes that had never happened in the first place and for things that were not crimes at all as their acts of war against America and against our one humanity.

The exception was, of course, Psychopathic Enemy of Humanity Lynn Boeset whom they openly refused to prosecute competently as their admission of guilt to treason, persecution, membership in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, etc.

Because we could not save our prosecutors, all of the criminal charges we press come from our military and from the United Nation's International Criminal Court.

There have been so many PROVEN assassination attempts and admissions of guilt by the IAR to their compulsive human rights abuses (understatement) of unlawful imprisonment, literal torture, systemic rape, etc. all used as their acts of war against America and against our entire one humanity committed against all of us paraded, as always, as never-believable-by-sane-people excuses to remove us from the world forever in any and all locked facilities with absolutely no rational nor sane justifications nor actual grounds.

So, we all need to use our new and temporary system for arresting REAL, heinous criminals to finally remove everyone from our nation and our world forever who propagate calumnies about us in our probably-not-recognizable-as-REAL-courtrooms-anymore and once-sacred halls of justices as their efforts to destroy humanity and to destroy America by destroying us.

Thank you all, including those that arrest everybody on REAL charges, for checking regularly for these compulsive threats to the entire world.

As for Symbol of EVIL Iowa Lynn Boeset, let me explain a few REAL truths about how our Constitutional protection from double jeopardy does not apply to her:

1) Ugly Bitch Boeset has committed new heinous crimes against America and against the our one world even after she was "tried" already.
2) Being first put on trial by our now-nonexistent federal court "system" and later being charged by our military does not constitute a violation of our Constitutional protection from double jeopardy.
And 3) Typical Iowan Lynn Boeset was not given a REAL trial anyway.

That same explanation applies to War Criminal Tara Tovarek (If my ex-brother-in-law has not forced her to change her last name yet.), War Criminal Stephanie, and everyone else everywhere who has ever and will ever attempted to place ANY OF US ever in any locked facilities anywhere, as always, with no sane nor rational justifications nor any actual grounds if any of them were arrested for it by anyone yet, too.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, what the (expletive) did they do to you this time? All sane people in touch with reality know that it is in the best interests of us, of America, and of all our beautiful world if someone tells me.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I have yet to hear anyone tell me if any or all of you chose to stay here inside this innermost walled circle of hell with me after all making it in on Tuesday night, 05Apr2016. You all know I do not believe downtown Santa Monica is safe enough nor stable enough for us all to be in right now. But we, the sane in touch with reality, all know we can trust you all with that choice.

So if any and all of you choose to stay, you are all welcome, I am sure, to stay upstairs in your lair at our beloved Harvelle's, and if it does not have showers, etc., you can all ask about using the ones at the Bike Center in our beloved Santa Monica Place.

Did the guards I sent you arrive at Harvelle's after I left? I pray you all finally learn who can keep you safe for REAL while I am not around as well as who will not keep you safe. We are working on it. I want our guards on you all 24/7. And, as always, all of my darlings, tell me when you need me. I know my role.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, I worry so much about you darling. You know I would have fixed all of the horrible things the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do to all of you, and you specifically who shows the most signs of suffering, by now if I could have.

As I have already said so many times, darlings, it is always best if you tell me as soon as possible; otherwise, it waits until I figure it out.

And also as I have already admitted to as my most harmful flaws and sources of failure, I both constantly underestimate how dumb the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is and have difficulties figuring out their propagated calumnies that have absolutely no contact with reality and that follow absolutely no logic nor reason.

Darling, I am so sincerely sorry I was not able to make you safe sooner, and I am not even sure I have successfully made you all safe yet. Again, always tell me when you need me. And thank you for still loving and healing me so faithfully even after every horrible thing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime as done to you to take you away from me.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I am so worried I never hear from you. Again, darling, stay in regular and safe contact with my genius Powers of Attorney, with everyone you can find to send me regular and reliable messages from you, and with our REAL U.S. Armed Forces who arrest all of the REAL enemies of America who intentionally hurt all of us at all costs to our America and to our beautiful world.

Darling, you are one of the few people anywhere on our good, green Earth who has had the pleasure of wrapping your arms around me and keeping me safe as I sleep.

The first since all of this began in 2009 was my darling Agent CuddleBunny; that is one of the reasons I warned you when you told me you wanted me to kiss you that (paraphrase), "If I kiss you, I will own you heart and soul." I know what genuine affection, even long-distance, from me does to genuinely good people. It makes you heroes.

Darling, I will touch you again. So stay alive for me. Stay in regular contact with all of us, the good, brave people who fight the Inhuman Atrocity Regime side by side, especially all of us you might need to rescue you.

Your job, as it has been for years now, is representing my self-identified people and our beautiful Metropolis of Angels to everyone on my behalf who needs to hear what happens for REAL to all of us and what we all need to fix it. Yes, I also already said, too, that you do not represent me, though, to the rest of our beautiful world.

Stay safe for me, darling, and also turn in to my genius Powers of Attorney and to our REAL U.S. Armed Forces everyone you catch persecuting or any of us with lies and demonizations already proven to destroy our America and our beautiful world. We all need to.

And finally, darling, thank you for still loving me even when not able to speak to me. Yes, I still love you, and you mean so much to me still; yes, I know how much you have questioned that for years. May your lonely heart finally lay those worries to rest.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, my global community of benevolent nerds are working on our tormentful earspeaker problem. Miracles do not always happen over night. You know I want all of you finally free to do anything you want. And, as I already said, I know you will finally do everything you want once all of you believe you will be safe doing it.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, giggle. We sane people in touch with realty all know what kneeling near me really means and has always meant despite how much that expression of pure love has always been misinterpreted.

You who have always followed my REAL Twitter account, especially back when I was still able to talk to my "celebrity friends" on it, know kneeling around me began as a joke I used to make alluding to Mysterious Ways by my darlings U2.

Quothe the Bono, "If you want you want to kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel."

In the land of reality so few people ever acknowledge and that PROVEN evil enemies of humanity intentionally demonize and malevolently distort as their willful acts of war against America and against our entire one humanity, we know your (collective) kneeling means you want to kiss me.

I understand that expression of innocent desire you all publicly display is intentionally distorted by calumnist war criminals to falsely mean you worship me. Which is why, since the entire world sees you kneel before me Just about constantly when we are together, there is NO SANE EXCUSE for all the heinous libel those same evil enemies of America willfully propagate about you nor any sane excuse to believe them.

Darling, I always thought the whole world could see all four of us together since Dec2014 when we began. Now that everyone finally can, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive persecution of all of us borne of their willful calumnies used as acts of war are finally losing their ill-gotten power.

No one sane and in touch with reality would have ever believed all of the disgusting, intentional, and irrational demonizations the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in all of its manifestations has ever said about any of us.

Now, through the raw truth of my blog, my Twitter, my SquidStream, my bedroom broadcast, and every other REAL record of the truth circulated by any and all trustworthy sources, especially Squid, Inc. and our trustworthy-for-REAL news media, we are all finally beginning to cure their PROVEN mental health genocide fabricate from lies and replace it with cool, sweet reality.

Trustworthy sources NEVER include the current "show" I am forbidden from knowing exists at all that does not come from me nor from my loved ones and is, as a result, human trafficking used as an act of war if it really is me [sic] and calumny used as an act of war if it is someone else.

I am forbidden from ever seeing it, so I have no way to tell people if "she" is the REAL I. I highly suspect it is both human trafficking and calumny and NEVER satire nor parody since the IAR uses it as supposed "evidence" in what used to be courts of law.

Whatever it is, it is EVIL and literally criminal. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime uses it to irrationally destabilize (not an act of self-defense like my telling the proven TRUTH about ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa), manipulate, and destroy humanity which is why it is an act of war.

I highly suspect selling their human trafficking and calumny of me and "me" is where all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's funding comes from, and it is also illegal to pay for human trafficking and to pay for acts of war not just to sell it.

Regardless, my darling royal consort, providing a footage from a show that has never done anything but flat lie and intentionally distort anything actually true NEVER constitutes REAL proof of anything, and in a REAL legal system, it is the accuser who always carries the burden of proof.

We have all been persecuted with unrelenting lies both inside and outside of what used to be courtrooms and sold to a would-otherwise-have-been-innocent public as just one of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's most frequently abused war crime.

Darling, it is time the calumny-as-war-crimes in all of its manifestations not just human trafficking and perjury finally be silenced. Just look at us. Look at us all suffering under their compulsive lies for years.

For too long, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has rendered the actual truth falsely illegal and their heinous calumnies falsely legal. At this point, everyone sane finally knows better than to listen to anything the Inhuman Reality Regime ever says. And our beautiful world needs to finally make their compulsive lies stop forever.

May our beautiful world finally save us. America has proven we cannot save ourselves alone.

And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp are you okay? You know that one of the many reasons I have been sending you out of the country so often lately is to keep you safe.

Sweetness, you know first hand what the IAR's compulsive lies from perjury to their well-documented pattern of criminal behavior of pressing intentionally fabricated false charges has done to our once-great nation not just to all of us.

HoneyHoney, is anyone still lying about you? You get to say, "Don't make me tell my wife," any time you like, but that only works if you actually tell me. Giggle.

My hero and my king, you will rescue me from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime just like you always promised me you would. Of course, though, we do this as a team with a lot of other gorgeous help. I know my role. And you know yours. You lead my people for me in my absence. And you make me glow with pride every time you do.

My handsome husband, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. That is the first REAL thing we will do together once the armed forces of our good, green world whom you lead for me completely remove the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally making it possible for you to reach me. And thank you, Beloved, for always being the husband I need.