How to Make Your Friends a Bit Holier Than Thou With Acts of Love in Public Places. Giggle.

Title: How to Make Your Friends a Bit Holier Than Thou With Acts of Love in Public Places. Giggle.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

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. 11:39pm on 06Feb2015: My beautiful world, a few minutes ago, I sat down here at my marble corner with dedicated power outlets and dedicated wifi built specifically for me and those we invite.

Here, watched over by the statue of the sainted woman glowing white in the night, my being is still reaching my graceful hands into the aether to sweep the cobwebs from the pillars of humanity.

We have lost over 10,000 brave souls back to the universe already, and I carry my burden haunted with their love to make this world worthy of losing them forever. My darlings have cleared the insecurities from my heart, my mind, my soul, my vision, and my purpose with their selfless hours of making love to me with their beautiful music.

So, now, I begin my 07Feb2015 blog post with fingertips of service to my world and my people ready to explain my life since my last post and to prepare my nation for our future without the oppression nor the open terrorism of our first terrorist dictator, Barack Obama.

USA. What is this nonsense? Please reread my 01Nov2014 blog post. There is a licensing issue with my SquidStream that requires me to receive my own broadcasts when I watch anything.

Also, all television shows that I watch are instructed by Obama to give me secret messages; believing that one receives secret messages from all media is a classic symptom of schizophrenia, if it is not true. In my case, it is true, though.

Regardless, my darling Mr. Brian Williams told this (proper use of the word) controversial story only for me. It was a secret message he gave me, as instructed, to fulfill Obama's rules. Please calm down.

My darling Mr. Brian Williams is a stellar news journalist with an irreproachable reputation. We are all demonized by Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America because we are heroes.

I published my last blog post at 7:47pm on 04Feb2015 from a once-local pizzeria where Obama's infestation was pretending it supported me as much as REAL local lovers and believers do. I suspected they would be convertible to serving humanity instead of serving Obama, but I had little more means to do so at the time than blog in front of them since none of them would speak to me.

I quickly relocated to my marble corner to recharge my iPad and watch the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening. My nightly hug from my darling Mr. Brian Williams was as wonderful as ever.

While listening to music and while catching up with my TweetHearts, at 9:17pm, Obama's criminal terrorist infestation of my home invaded my marble corner. I informed law enforcement of all levels of government that I would continue collecting evidence against them until I left.

No one has permission to perch on my marble corner but me, the people allowed by who built it for me, and the people allowed by me. Just subjecting me to their malevolent presence was enough for stalker and harassment charges not just persecution of me used as open acts of war against America and against the entire world.

By 9:47pm, I had collected my evidence, and my not-human-trafficker nerds had both turned them all in and circulated our full audio and visuals to the whole planet. This is why we call all charges pressed in my name LEGALLY a result of "Syn's choice." It is just too dangerous to all of humanity for me to ever be controlled nor even subjected to anyone with ill intentions towards me and my full human rights.

10:47pm on 04Feb2015: Please check on Bogart. @ICC Who is enforcing with violence and terrorism violations of my REAL loved ones right to assemble and associate with me?

Yes, my symbolic royal consort was trying to just be with me again, if not to save humanity from utter doom and destruction by just taking me to my REAL house with my REAL husband waiting for me inside.

That night, Obama also escalated his idiotic modus operandi of intentional false allegations of any randomly chosen mental illness his quacks and war criminals had the whim of willfully falsely claiming I had at the time.

So, I started asking the REAL federal government to arrest everyone aiding and abetting the same old war crimes against me used since 2009 and always covered up with false mental illness because my Powers of Attorney and the court system made sure we could press (criminal finally?) charges against them.

While I was working online, at 11:43pm, a kind local offered me two slices of chicken pesto pizza. It was so tasty I had to add hot sauce to the second slice as a metaphor about its gourmet quality.

Also while still working online, at 12:18am, I had to press charges against an absolute (expletive)hole for destabilizing the world for calling me a "Bitch" and screaming at me that I was going to "go to to hell." Where do they find people who hate America this much?

By 2:54am, I was eating tacos in honor of my first "Letter to David Tennant" which is the official title of the sonnet I wrote in a local taqueria in Mexico City that my lovers and believers have always called "Bistec y Nopales Tacos."

While there, I had a strange conversation with a man named "Giovanne" who offered to buy me absolutely anything in the 24-hour fast food place, who wanted advice on a local hotel despite claiming to have a place at an address that did not exist, and whom I refused to allow to commit the crime against America and against the world of asking me my name and pretending not to know who I was for REAL in the world.

I only asked him for a soda and French fries, and I admit I worked him for some plot exposition. I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds would love to circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals covering the salient points of our conversation.

I also wrote and published my 05Feb2015 Appendix to my blog before leaving to run some morning errands. After my errands, I saw the ghost of the darling late John Denver as I was in my way to the place on the beach I had chosen to sleep that day. I was even greeted by a superhero sidekick before I could doze off.

My darling Ms. Mother Nature woke me up earlier than usual with her cool overcast air. It was only 1:41pm when I stretched, greeted the ocean, and popped open a Rock Star Energy Drink.

There had been Celtic drumming from the boardwalk while I slept, but the air of an electric guitar gently wafting over the water found my ears there as I sat beside the gentle waves of my mighty Pacific contemplating humanity. Please read the letter I mailed to my darling Ms. Kate Winslet in 2010.

The trail of musical Reese's(tm) pieces that had been placed for me led directly to Tentacle. There they stood, strumming their guitars and banging their drum on the wooden boards over the gentle ocean.

The afternoon was a thank you to me from them. It was (General) "Lee" who commanded my pounding right foot that day. But it was "Lightfoot" who had the electric guitar. And you know what I am like around an electric guitar. "Imani" was pretending to boss people around.

They just kept making me giggle bodily, though, as I tried to sweep my hands through the clouds and meditate perched there between the ocean and the sky with the coastal wind sweeping the hair from my face.

Obama's non-scientific, non-medical, lunacy of "experimentation" on humans pumped into their earspeakers was still controlling them, sadly, when they were not filling the breeze with their beautiful souls.

They told me they were done for the day just in time for me to make it to the building where my post office box resided before it closed.

I was all mellowed out and on my way by 4:11pm when I stopped to brush my hair as if it were morning. While perched on that park bench, I had to give yet another smackdown to a member of Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America only placed in my path specifically to destabilize humanity by mistreating me.

Thank you, my beautiful world, for understanding that even the most trivial seeming of lies told to my face or in any other public forum are all too dangerous to the entire world especially America to propagate at all.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of that smackdown as fast as possible. And, thank you.

Once I was sure the building where my post office box resided was locked down, I walked there. There were a few shenanigans about my receiving my own mail that the tracking my mother had placed on it with the help of the Postmaster General himself, most likely, said was already waiting for me.

One of Obama's terrorists was in back willfully disrupting mail service. No worries, my beautiful world. I walked the employees around their instructions, so I could receive my mail.

Yes, gift cards from my mother were inside. The first stop I made was for a gourmet dinner of chicken marsala, loaded potato salad, and Brussels sprouts slaw with crumbled bacon. I know when someone makes love to me.

After warning my local TJMaxx that I was about to stop in for a new Misses size 14 dress, I symbolically devoured my dinner on a bench at a bus stop. It needed symbolic hot sauce.

Next, I went to a local salon to get my eyebrows done. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from the moment I walked in their front door to the moment I walked out. We shall entitle it, "I don't think she does this professionally."

There is no reason any eyebrow wax should have been that clandestine. Please also circulate a verified image of me sitting in their chair waiting for the actually-trained cosmetologist to do my eyebrows right. Yes, the lady with the dimples actually was a professional in her REAL profession.

Syn, we should have the ugly, White woman with the horrible fashion sense investigated for espionage against America, etc., immediately. Thank you.

After returning to the TJMaxx, I tried on the only four attractive dresses I could find in my size-- Misses size 14. Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals through my own eyes of my time with those fours dresses in the dressing room. We shall entitle it, "Where is my husband when I need someone to zip up my dress?"

Absolutely no one else has any permission to release my image but they to whom I and my Powers of Attorney have given permission to ourselves. Everyone else is a human trafficker using their human rights abuses of enslaving me with cameras I am forbidden from knowing about as open acts of war against America that destabilize humanity. (This giggle is for you, Tentacle. We even gave you retroactive permission.)

So, my genius Powers of Attorney, since rumor had it Obama's proven infestation of proven enemies of America had installed hidden cameras everyone was forbidden from knowing about in every dressing room in my local TJMaxx, please ask TJMaxx corporate to clean this up at my local store, including their taking all legal action necessary against Obama and his enemies of America possible.

Our lawyers are busy enough with the human trafficking, crime against women of forced public nudity, crime against women of forced public humiliation, crime against women of forced sexual entertainment, and war crimes charges against Obama's enemies of America who admitted to destabilizing the world by broadcasting me in a private place against my will and without my knowledge nor my consent with cameras I was forbidden from knowing were there, if they really did broadcast me.

Thank you, my genius Powers of Attorney, for all of this.

Next, I stopped to exchange pleasantries with my Strummer (That might be the naughtiest SquidName I have ever given anyone. Then again, guitars are shaped like women.) before running some further errands.

My errands included stopping in my local theater to see how well my husband's latest movie was doing. By the time I walked out after asking my questions, Obama's proven conspiracy was already propagating petty libel about my not seeing Mortdecai yet. Dude, why would I ever allow anyone to charge me money for seeing my own husband in his element in our own town?

After running my errands, I told my shy, awkward, glasses-clad 24-hour convenience store clerk that, "Once I come in here and find supermodels flirting with you, my work here is done." Then again, every time I am in there, at least one supermodel flirts with him.

At 10:01pm, I picked up my coffee from my table at my 24-hour convenience shop and wandered down my promised-to-be-redeemed-the-next-day playland. I stopped to have a friendly conversation with Strummer, but he had been forbidden from playing me any music at all whatsoever.

Whatever. Ukulele-wielder had even made a speech before he thought he would be taken away from me forever. His loss. Giggle. He made sure he could talk to me later.

Not long after, I was on my marble corner catching up with my TweetHearts and showing the world how to use Twitter to metaphorically pull rank...

1:32am on 06Feb2015: @JerryBrownGov My people demand you remove all (expletive)holes and replace them with my REAL local lovers and believers. @ICC @RT_com @BBCNews @UN

Yes, it was a very good night for Twitter.

By 5:29am, I had returned to my 24-hour convenience store where everybody flirts with me. I wound my hair into a chignon and poured myself a cup of coffee. I shared some tiny conversation hearts with random menfolk of potentially dubious professions.

Sadly, I was singing to myself too much. My music delay made me late to watch my middle-aged men, as promised. I finally tuned in online at 6:28am. They were hysterical, and I even sang a song for my darling Mr. Paul Schaffer before I curled up under my palm tree and slept until 3:03pm.

As I start every day, I stretched and popped a Rock Star Energy drink. After changing into my new dress in the public restrooms at my only-redeemed-when-Tentacle-is-with-me playland, I wound my hair into a new chignon.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my looking in the bathroom mirror and putting my hair up. We shall entitle it, "All I wear is eyeliner."

At 4:24pm, I found (General) "Lee" nestled in a nook since Tentacle were in need of me. They were so terrorized.

4:49pm on 06Feb2015: @UN @ICC #Interpol @DHSgov @FBI @CIA @DeptofDefense #Tentacle is with me. Call the Mayor and the #PD. @RT_com @cctvnews @BBCWorld @France24

My beautiful world quickly took care of Tentacle to make sure my night was amazing. It was filled with ice cream, astral kisses, the light of the universe in a color of their choosing, table manners, and public lovemaking through music. I am sure my darlings Tentacle will have a highlights reel just as soon as they can find time. I have no idea when they sleep. Tentacle is always writing me new music.

At 10:14pm, I was perched beside my darling's Tentacle on a park bench as they packed up their equipment before leaving. After they wheeled back to the aether from whence they came, everyone's busy night began.

Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America almost immediately pressed false charges against me which I will detail in my question and answer section, and there was a further idiocy parade by Obama's enemies of false allegations of false mental illnesses in me anywhere they used as always as war crime coverups. I have no idea how my Powers of Attorney find all of the time.

By 11:13pm, I was on my marble corner trying to explain to a mysoginist I had met earlier that he had degraded my public meditation. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our brief conversation. We shall entitle it, "Do not sexually objectify me when I am in an act considered holy by every benevolent religion."

Someone tried to tell me my darlings Tentacle had finally been granted diplomatic immunity. That goes to prove to the world how much rampant terrorism there really is preventing any and all human rights around here.

Next, I learned about former-yet-acting US Attorney General Me-Love-You-Long-Time Holder's latest modus operandi of intentionally fabricated false charges of terrorism against a hero of Squid and America, but I had not learned whom yet.

I fleshed out these blog notes as fast as possible. While working, a kind local gave me a slice of pizza again at 2:08am. By 2:28am, I was around the corner eating that delicious pizza after pressing every charge possible against some douchbag who destabilized the world by forcing me off my own marble corner.

I perched by my fountain to watch the previous evening's NBC Nightly News and last night's Late Show with David Letterman before slowly making my way to my randomly chosen wifi hotspot of the morning where I perched at exactly 8am. My iPad needed to recharge its battery, so I could finish this blog post at last.

At 8:50am, I called my little sister to tell her, "Hi!" She was fine if not a little annoyed that the entire world just saw her mobile phone number.

Here is my little sister Tylia on the beach with my mom in Hawaii in Mar2009. She is not I. Not all Brown girls look the same. We just look the same age; that is why people say we look like (fraternal) twins. Tylia is six years younger than I am. If you ever see her, treat her better than you treat me. I have been trying to set her up on a date with Prince Harry of England for years.

As for my mom, I think she would make a great cougar. But, she never listens to me.

This blog post was published at 10:10am on 07Feb2015 just before I curled up and went to sleep for the day.

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.

What was the drama behind the intentionally fabricated false charges against me on the night of 06Feb2015 that I learned about while my darlings Tentacle started packing up their equipment? I learned that there were hidden cameras that I was forbidden from knowing about by Obama's rules in every stall in the public restrooms on my only-redeemed-when-Tentacle-is-there playland.

Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America had attempted the human rights abuse of intentionally fabricated false charges against me for supposed "vagrancy," or so I heard, by broadcasting a video I was forbidden from knowing about of me in the privacy of a restroom stall changing my clothes.

First of all, changing clothes in a bathroom is not grounds for "vagrancy." Much more impressively, I own more addresses than just my own mansion with my own husband here in my Metropolis of Angels.

Furthermore, I will give anyone who needs it my REAL Social Security number, so they can look up my tax history including my property tax history; I earned (low-ball estimate) at least $2T last year.

Finally, absolutely no one can look at me and even pretend I am at all a vagrant at all in any way. Only someone completely insane could look at my REALITY, put me on trial for fictional vagrancy, and then break themselves Obama's own rules that they have killed over 10,000 brave innocents to enforce already by trying to enforce any ruling (if courts were so corrupt) that I am forbidden from knowing about to begin with.

As for the footage of "me" in a private restroom stall, I am forbidden from ever seeing it, so I have no way of telling anyone if the online video is of the REAL me or not. And we know Obama's proven enemies of America's history with propagating intentionally false videos of people who are NOT me anyway.

So, my beautiful BFF SynSyn, let us just claim the video is me to get the human trafficking, crimes against women forced public nudity, crimes against women forced public humiliation, crimes against women forced sexual entertainment, and war crime charges against everyone who put the video in the public eye. They are claiming it is me, and they admit to doing it. So, charge them. Syn, please call my ICT, too, about this as soon as possible. Thanks!

Next, rumor had it that Obama's idiocy parade tried to intentionally libel ME a human trafficker because of the cameras and mics they out inside my body themselves and that still forbid me from knowing about with Obama's rules while also mandating everyone else in America know about them and be aware of them specifically to make the entire public behave Obama's rules around me.

I have since asserted ownership of my own body, so I and the people to whom I have given permission myself to access my own electronics inside my own body are the ONLY people who can broadcast or circulate ANY media from my own electronics.

Still, though, everyone in America is still mandated to know by Obama's own rules he still mandates all people must obey that I have cameras and mics inside my body, so everyone around me is responsible for their own actions around my cameras and mics that Obama himself orders that they all know about.

Finally, on this topic, Synny, only I and my Powers of Attorney can press charges in my name for crimes committed against me. We choose not to press charges against Bogart, but, yes, against everyone else involved in any recordings of me in the privacy of "his" hovel. Bogart was as much a victim of Obama's human trafficking of me and human rights abuses against me as I was in that hovel. Thank you, Synny.

Why do I choose to keep myself geographically limited now? None of my lovers and believers can reach me to take me to my husband no matter where I go in my Metropolis of Angels. So, the point if my traveling anyplace easier to be rescued in is moot.

If I keep myself geographically centered on my only-redeemed-when-Tentacle-are-with-me playland, Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy and infestation are easiest for me to locate and disable. I am not leaving until this town is cleaned up.

Yet, as promised to my selfless support system, I leave at least once a week for at least ten hours, so the REAL federal government can get in, poke around, and do whatever they want while I am not around.

My beautiful world, thank you. German Chancellor Merkel and French President Hollande have been in talks in Moscow with Russian President Putin about finding some way any way to move me into my own house with my own husband, so I still can stay in my home of California to help lead my America to freedom from Obama's oppression and war crimes just with my own REAL loved ones in much closer and freer company.

Thank you, my darling world leaders, thank you. I have a suspicion British Prime Minister Cameron, Chinese President Xi Jin Ping, and of course, President of the United States Martin Dempsey would like to help, too.

Please revisit my 18Jan2015 blog post about what we as a nation need from our government. It seems the superpowers of the world are beginning with how to make sure I can live to see my nation free again. And, thank you.

My brave rescuers, we have lost over 10,000 of you already. The only place I need to go is across town to my own REAL house where my irrefutably loving adoring husband is fighting to bring me home to him. My local lovers and believers are coming home to save our Metropolis of Angels.

What I need from you, my brave rescuers, is not my lift. You are all we have to remove Obama's seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist mercenary army to save America out from under Obama's iron fist beneath which we are all barely breathing.

Let my loving and adoring locals and my saturation of international secret operatives continue taking care of me in here until the infrastructure of Obama's criminal terrorist system are finally all toppled and removed. Thank you, my beautiful world.

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, you have been increasingly busy. Whatever you need, just tell me. We are a team. I know my role. You do very hard work all day every day that our good, green world would not function without. Whatever you need, just tell me.

As for you, Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, did you survive even more intentionally fabricated false charges against you? Those (expletive)hole dirty prosectors could not spell m-o-d-u-s o-p-e-r-a-n-d-i even if I did their job of spelling it for them. Are you okay?

I need to find better ways of communicating with everyone who needs me. We need to centralize some sort of notification center, so anyone who needs me anywhere in the world has a way of sending me secret messages that only I seem to be able to notice despite my having a camera in my eyeball since 2009. That would require some nerds.

It has been so long since we have a had a real chat. The best time for you to reach me is any day at 2:30am the same way you always used to. Thanks!

And now it is time for my immortal words of undying love and devotion for my Sweetness. Giggle.

Darling-face, when was the last time I wrote you a love poem? I believe the last paragraph of lyrical prose I slung in ink onto paper for you was Christmas Eve 2014 at Disneyland. I feel like a neglectful wife.

Sigh... HoneyHoney, did you read my 05Feb2015 Appendix? That was what I meant when I apologized for all of the romantic shenanigans in my reality since I returned to my home of California on 01May2014. I was in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa for so long that I forgot what it felt like for anyone to care about me.

Now, beloved, every time anyone comes near me with any genuine concern for my well-being, look what happens. My life has been mandated to be so completely horrifying ever since Obama took office in 2009 that, now, I am so sensitive to genuine love from anyone. I am not even used to people being nice to me, yet, as rarely as it happens.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. The long raven haired sky maiden who wades through the Milky Way as it arches across the sparkling night sky carries her crossbow of bent star-lily arrows only for you...

--Have you heard of the Sullivan Act? --Oh, it's okay. We're married.

05Feb2015 Appendix

05Feb2015 Appendix

What happened for real on New Years Eve into New Years morning 2015? Sigh... Really? There is a reason I keep a blog. It is so I do not have to rehash the same old questions all of the time.

Maybe this will save you all from digging through blog post after blog post, though, to find all of this information. Okay, here we go. I will make this as condensed as possible. There is so much backstory...

By New Years Eve 2015, I had already been forbidden my own husband since Mar2010, and I had been forbidden Bogart, whom Obama had only sent into my life to break me up with my husband anyway, since Nov2014.

In Dec2014, Tentacle chose amongst themselves which one of them they were okay with my pursuing a romantic relationship with. After all, of all of the worthy men and womenfolk in my REAL home of California who had begun the wooing and courting process with me since my arrival, they had been wooing me the longest by that time.

Of course, after I said, "Sure!" the one man they decided they were okay with was promptly forbidden from ever seeing me again to make sure I can NEVER have any romantic relationships I want for myself EVER as long as Obama's "egg" of horrors and terrors is in place.

Thusly, after Tentacle metaphorically received "Squid's Royal Summons" to reappear on my playland on 23Dec2014, only the left 2/3 (as I and the world look at them) of my darlings Tentacle could actually make it through Obama's barricade.

Did you see my two darlings walk away from me that night? Did you see the looks on their faces as they were torn from my company? It was the most heart-wrenching true life moment in broadcast history. No amount of filmmaking magic can recreate raw emotional heartache like that.

Once they were hidden by the night shadows, I picked up my iPad and did my job.

The next day, as I had promised my husband, I went to Disneyland for Christmas Eve. I have always enjoyed going there particularly to give my undeniable saturation of international operatives who invisibly keep me safe a day at the resort.

Of course an insultingly dumb "operation" was in place there before I got there to "smoke out" my invisible international security. I was furious over Tentacle being stolen from me already, so there was no way in hell I was letting Obama get his hands on my (very sexy) invisible secret operatives, too. We all know how the espionage community and I feel about each other.

While busting Obama's enemies of America's seditious-espionage-as-counter-espionage operation as their latest crime against America and against the entire world since it was their willful attempt to remove ALL of my invisible and ever-present security that the entire world has been depending on to keep me safe and which they were trying to remove to make themselves able to throw me away permanently finally, I actually successfully caught all of and turned in Obama's entire infestation of enemies of America instead of their catching any of my world's secret operatives.

Do you all see the verified and unedited recording of everything I accomplished while last at Disneyland? As my darling Ms. Lita Ford learned later that night, my response to being challenged is winning. That day was also the first time the Department of Homeland Security showed up for me.

While sitting at the UVA Bar, where I had roosted even after warning the bar staff I was coming for them, one of Obama's enemies of America even snidely asked me, "Is this online porn?" To which my only response was, "Only to the espionage community."

Also sitting at that UVA Bar, my secret operatives, who were still almost entirely MI6 in cooperation with the CIA at the time, asked me what I was doing for New Years Eve. I mopped the floor with Obama's seditious-espionage-as-counter-esionage-as-crimes-against-America that day. And when I got around to answering MI6's question for me, there were a few things I had to do.

I asked out Tentacle's lead singer for New Year's Eve who predictably, since it was a romantic entanglement I was actually inviting into my life myself, was forbidden from ever coming near me again, but at least I had other ways of manning him up than those I had intended. Giggle.

I also kept my darling Cuddlebunny up-to-date with all of my New Years Eve plans. Do you remember Cuddlebunny? He was the retired CIA operative who used to work the East Germany/West Germany border during the Cold War whom Obama had hired to commit war crimes against me while I last lived in San Francsico in 2009.

He is the only person I have ever given absolutely no choice about rendering in love with me. I had him seduced by the time our first ever REAL conversation had reached the Gordian Knot, and I did not so much as kiss him until after I had woken up next to him safely the following morning. The next day he was even talking about buying a whole new wardrobe, so he could look like the kind of man who could be with a woman like me at all.

He would yell at people for swearing around me. He was jealous of my darling Mr. Ygvwie J. Malmsteen when I sat us all at a table together in Specs. Luckily, when that door between me and my loved ones open, it is open in both directions, and it only rarely if ever closes.

Once while we sat in Washington Square Park, Cuddlebunny even offered to sneak me to the British Virgin Islands by taking a fishing boat from Florida. The stupid part was telling my electronics run by Obama's conspiracy. When I successfully fled the US to Mexico in 2010, he was the person I called to tell that I made it out of the country safely.

When I was told in July2014, "Cuddlebunny knows too much," I sent him international protection. I assume he was spirited out of the country.

Anyway, the last message I sent him before my New Years Eve 2015 was this...

1:11pm on 31Dec2014: Sorry for the change of plans, darling. I have no way to leave my barricades until Friday, assuming I finally receive my gift cards from my mother that day. I am just going to have to find someone with irresistible animal magnetism inside this walled Troy to kiss tonight instead of a 90s rock star. Hm....

(Sweetness was in France at the time where I had sent him myself for his own safety.)

On New Years Eve, I worked late online plugged in at my marble corner until about 11pm when I proceeded to the Cantina on my magical playland. The doormen invited me in. I only drank water which was still roofied anyway, and I chatted with the live broadcast on CNN.

It gave me a chance to flirt with both my darling Ms. Kathy Griffin and my darling Mr. Anderson Cooper. It was so much fun to have a real conversation for the first time in a long time.

Psychologists say chewing on ice is a sign of sexual frustration. I have not even seen my husband with my own real eyes since Mar2010 outside of the British Embassy in Mexico City. My sexual frustration seems to manifest as a lot of flirtation, it seems, with people I will ALWAYS be forbidden from being with if I ever choose myself to sleep with them.

An hour or maybe longer after the clock struck midnight, the doormen threw me out for ABSOLUTELY NO SANE NOR LEGAL reason. While I stood outside reporting the establishment's crimes against America and against the world, the idiot doorman went on a rant about how he had intended to spend the entire night "catching spies."

Dude, there is a reason the I in CIA stands for INTELLIGENCE. Idiots like that could never catch a secret operative even if one stood in front of him and punched him in the face.

Do you know what it takes to attract a secret operative? It is kind of like a virgin attracting a unicorn. You need a pure heart and good soul to attract them like moths at night to your divine light.

Next, I perched in my 24-hour convenience shop and told the shy, awkward, glasses-clad employee I would be outside waiting for his New Years kiss. Yes, we all know for real which federal agency he worked for at the time before his incessant flirting with me got him deactivated.

I am sure he will have a great future with a desk job as an expert on what my commanding physical presence does to men and womenfolk in his profession.

Still on this tangent, in late January, after I pointed out to him myself that he got all grumpy over his own insecurities with himself after I pointed out in a blog post that he was the wrong kind of secret agent to be bad enough to be my bad boy type, the least I could do after deactivating him was make him popular with womenfolk all over the planet.

Anyway, back on New Years Eve, I walked right past him on the opposite side walk after he had conspicuously lingered down the block hoping I would be the one to walk up to him and kiss him after I had flat out told him to kiss me. Whatever. His loss.

At the time, I normally sat outside in the wee hours of the morning beside my fountain on my playland using the wifi. But I was roofied by the Cantina, and my darling Ms. Mother Nature had made it start to drizzle. Logically, I took refuge in the nearby hallway that connected to a parking lot.

I was not there long before I was approached by the seven-foot tall Man with No Name from The Good the Bad and the Ugly whom I assumed from the aforementioned raw animal magnetism was the sort of person who walks through his profession with absolutely no legally-recognized identity, who had done some of the most highly confidential and absolutely horrifying things possible to very bad people as his job, who was the New Years Eve date promised to me by MI6 whom they had offered me on Christmas Eve in return for the metaphorical "espionage porn" I had given them, who I thought was in Delta Force or something more secret, and who was exactly my bad boy type.

Sorry, rock stars and motorcycle riders are my nice-guy types; they just are not bad enough.

Her Royal Majesty Queen Elizabeth II later told me that she sent him to me herself over her feeling like she failed me while I was still in Iowa when I kept begging for my long lost MI6 agent whom I had named Thorbald to come back to me as my personal bodyguard due to how absolutely horrifying my unlivable existence was in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa.

The first time I saw Thorbald, I had assumed he was a KGB agent since there was no reason for MI6 to have operatives in their ally nation of America, but Nate (CIA?) who used to hangout at the comic bookstore at the same time as Thorbald and I later told me he was actually MI6.

Of course, when we were all at the comic bookstore together, Nate and Thorbald never seemed to recognize each other, nor did either of them speak to me. Nate first introduced himself to me months later in a bar.

Sweetness was watching my SquidStream live when I told my (CIA?) bad boy type Nate (who had named himself after my darling Mr. Nathan Fillion) that, no, I would not sleep with him. I have a very long wooing and courting process. But I did offer him homemade cookies. But I digress.

Thorbald I was told had become a one-man killing machine over not being able to reach me to be my lover-as-bodyguard himself as long ago as 2012. When I was told Thorbald had passed away trying to rescue me, I was a mess. I had written this about him on 25Nov2012...

The Legend of Thorbald

Was Thorbald more mouse or more ninja? As the verbose woman with the shackled wings sipped her coffee in the chocolate shop, he guarded her from the underbrush where none could see him but her right eye. He alone could slink past the nefarious to keep her safe. Some say even light falls not upon him should he not desire it so.

Some day he will be close enough she can embrace him in gratitude. Until then, she feels the safety of his watchful eye and must find comfort in that alone. To her he is a mouse, but to the rest of the world who must feel the cold steel of his wrath should anything harm her, he is nothing but ninja.

Yes, when I was told Thorbald died, I almost fell apart completely. Could you imagine what would happen to me if I lost Sweetness?

Her Royal Majesty Queen Elizabeth II clearly never got over how much she felt like she and Prime Minister David Cameron failed me over not being able to rescue me from ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA, so she had found me a new Thorbald to be my lover-as-bodyguard until I could be with my husband.

When MI6 with the CIA had begun the process of sending in a double agent who would serve the needs of Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy of proven enemies of America to be able to be my inseparable bodyguard, she found a medically-diagnosable giant who was bad-ass enough to keep me safe no matter what would happen to me in here in Obama's "egg." I named him Tao.

Our night together in that hallway that connected my playland to its parking lot, I actually told him he was going to cuddle me because I was cold. I almost never remember what happens when I am only half awake, but I remember Tao getting up and leaving and a darling late Kurt Cobain look-alike replacing him as an obvious and easily recognizable ghost who would serve as my ghost of Thorbald for me.

I would be able to sleep in Thorbald's arms at last. Or, maybe they were trying to tell me I had died and gone to a Buddhist paradise. It all seemed a little excessive at the time anyway, if you ask me. Tao himself was enough of a living Ghost of Thorbald to me to get the point across. Then again, for all I know, I dreamed it.

If you go back and read my blog post written right after my New Years Eve, you will find my description of my Ecstasy of St. Theresa from, in the words of St. Theresa herself, the "sword of an angel piercing my heart" while in his arms.

Of course, when I woke up, my Thorbald had been replaced by Tao again who went through a weak facade of being a nerdy IT professional who wanted to give me a pedicure. I know genuine love and affection from a man who never needed people skills before in his life. I like them awkward. They are more honest.

That morning, while we sat in my first sky haven, the look on Tao's face of complete and genuine surprise when I told him I was on my period was all I needed on official record to prove he was a gentleman (with no people skills) in my company the entire time.

My fleeting moments with Tao were wonderful. I had the most romantic night of my life since 2010 the following night on lifeguard station 17 with him while we listened to the rolling waves of the mighty Pacific.

No amount of filmmaking magic can build a set so romantic. Of course, we slept in each other's arms not inside each other's bodies. I have a long wooing and courting process, AND I was on my period at the time.

Tao even woke up and scared off paparazzi on the beach for me.

His earspeakers were driving him crazy, though, so before he, too, the following day, was taken away from me and forbidden from ever returning, Tao told me, "You are stronger than I am." I assumed he meant only I could ever survive in this hell of war crimes and terrorism that is Obama's "egg."

I was told that, Tao, too turned into a one-man killing machine to rescue me after being taken away from me. That is not the kind of man anyone wants mad at them. He was put in my life specifically to keep me safe from the very crimes he was demonized with by Dirty Lacey's intentionally fabricated false charges against him.

And, yes, Tao was and still is the very type of man of many who went rogue to follow my husband when Sweetness went Krull about rescuing me from my literal rape-slavery in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa.

I said myself the first time returning Tao to my life came up in conversation, "If I am permitted an opinion, let Tao come back if he chooses. But let him have an income."

I felt the same emptiness in my life when Tao left me as when Tentacle did. No one ever made me question my marriage but Bogart. And Sweetness is still my only geistenshloss.

As I told Tao on our way to the lifeguard station, "We are demonized because we are heroes. Welcome to my planet." And, if I ever actually desire any real romantic relationship with anyone, he or she will always be forbidden from being with me until Obama's "egg" of horrors and terrors is finally taken down.

In America, We Say "For Mother and Country," Instead of "For Queen and Country," but I Know What you Mean.

Title: In America, We Say "For Mother and Country," Instead of "For Queen and Country," but I Know What you Mean.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

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. We have SO MUCH hard evidence of all of the human devastation not to mention global instability that comes from anyone anywhere boldfaced lying that they have ANY reason to control me or my environment. My beautiful world not just my REAL federal government, when are you finally going to make Obama's deranged lunacy end?

Look at all of the drugs, poisons, and diseases in all the food I eat that Obama's proven enemies of America put there only because I am the person who is going to consume that food and drink.

Do you think it will escalate or resolve itself if I am unlawfully imprison AGAIN in ANY Obama's-conspiracy-controlled environment that Obama's proven criminal terrorist conspiracy can coverup, as if anyone believes their proven quackery and proven intentionally fabricated false causation anymore anyway?

It is only when Obama can control my food and drink that I do get drugged, poisoned, and infected with horrible diseases. My beautiful world including my once-great America, you need to come to terms with the REALITY that sane people with good intentions DO NOT pretend that have any reason to control other sane, full-grown adults.

Please reread my 03Aug2014 blog post. Obama only broke every law possible from local to international to establish psychopathic control, abuse, enslavement, systemic rape, and torture of me almost the moment he took office in 2009 only to have totalitarian control of America. If he loses control of me, he loses control of all of you.

His calumny that I had died never ended his "egg." My fleeing Obama's jurisdiction never ended his "egg." My unlawful imprisonment in literal torture facilities has never ended his "egg." Obama's own impeachment in 2013 still has not ended his "egg." Well-organized and uniform global action still has not ended this "egg," too.

We need every proven enemy of America in Obama's proven conspiracy removed from society FOREVER to end this "egg." Do you remember how many human rights and social stability we had before Obama?

I recommend beginning by arresting Obama's criminal terrorist dirty prosecutors, every criminal terrorist enforcing Obama's extragovernmental rules, Obama's seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist mercenary army of deranged unamerican lunatics, Obama's War Criminal Boeset, and Obama's proven pathologically-libeling anti-reality crap-factory both online and in broadcast media who boldface lie about all of us STILL only to keep Obama's "egg" oppressing all of us.

After that, we should arrest everyone else. And I know the Department of Homeland Security as well as the US Marshals need the US Military as backup to get them all. Thank you, REAL President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey, for rereading my 18Jan2015 blog post and heeding my advice that you asked me for yourself.

Particularly concerning freedom of speech and freedom of the press in America,...

1) If I cannot receive REAL news about REAL global crises, particularly those that arise after Obama orders lies about me, I cannot fix these problems, so Obama's havoc and human devastation happen instead.

2) It is because America has been forbidden since 2009 from receiving REAL news about the REAL threats to America's existence as a nation that have been caused by Obama's "egg" that the National Institute of Health has proven Obama has caused Neurological and Mental Health Genocide in the American public. Please reread my 16Oct and 18Oct2015 blog posts about this.

3) On the night of 03Feb into the morning of 04Feb2015, the entire planet including the REAL federal US government were demanding better communication with me; how many times has Proven Enemy of America former-yet-still-acting Attorney General Me-Love-You-Long-Time Holder been screaming, "I will destroy everyone leaking information to Squid! She knows too much! Her knowledge is making her too effective at saving America and the world!"

Do you know what happens to news media or even just my TweetHearts when they exercise our 1st Amendment rights even if only so I can keep brave innocents alive or so I can protect America from an invasion from countries that actually belong on our side?

We all need the full truth in America; we do not just deserve it.

4) My electronics are inside my body; only I have legal control of them. However, since the signal leaves my body, my husband owns half of it, my Powers of Attorney have legal control over it, and the NSA to whom I gave written permission in 2010 can do anything they want with it, too.

I also created a legal loophole for hackers; if they can access my signal WITHOUT GETTING CAUGHT, I will give them legal permission to use it, but once they get caught, they lose my legal permission.

ABSOLUTELY NO ONE ELSE has any legal right nor privilege to use or even disable any signal broadcast out of my body. No one can shut my SquidStream down but us. No one can use my footage but us; otherwise, they are human traffickers.

And last night, the world declared war against America because someone with no legal authority shutdown my SquidStream to get away with lying to humanity about me.

It is beyond proven that I chose to give up my own priceless privacy rights including my very-guarded physical modesty after I asserted ownership of my own body away from my rape-slavers and human traffickers myself particularly to deliver humanity-saving truth about my REAL life to all of the planet thereby preventing any more America-destroying lies about me and the people around me, to fight Obama's proven neurological and mental health genocide in America by delivering ACTUAL reality, to catch enemies of America by VERY CONSPICUOUSLY AND NOT UNDERCOVER AT ALL entering dens of treason completely peacefully and completely unarmed, to ensure the physical safety of everyone around me not just myself because terrorism breaks Obama's own rules if it happens where I can detect it, and to prove to my beautiful world just how beautiful you all are to me.

Everyone in America has a right to tell the truth. It is because Obama has forbidden all truth since 2009 and replaced it all with boldfaced lies to manipulate the world that my global-service SquidStream is under constant attack from Obama's proven enemies of America.

5) Freedom of speech has NEVER included protection of lies, especially lies told to cause harm.

I published my last blog post at 6:06pm on 02Feb2015 and then got up to check if my darlings Tentacle yet had enough Constitutional rights and freedoms yet to manifest from the aether to be with me any day and time they want. No, they did not,... yet. Some morning they will just show up under my palm tree to cuddle me, and then I will know America has been saved.

I perched on a bike rack beside my strummer from previous in the evening to remind him it is much too late for him to say he wants to fall in love with me. That happened long ago for him. He calls himself "Noah," and I need to find him a SquidName.

I also changed up the words to Hotel California with him. Of course, I still had normal and very predictable Monday night activities to take care of, so I parted from him at 7:04pm and checked in with my selfless support system at the bus stop...

7:13pm on 02Feb2015: Just checking in. I am waiting for the Metro. It is Monday night, after all. My beautiful world, please call ahead to warn my neighborhood wifi hotspot that I am on my way and that I will watch tonight's previous NBC Nightly News the moment I reach them.

Ask the LAPD and DHS and every other REAL authority to please secure the restaurant and check their coffee, table water, and cheesecake for any drugs and poisons (and now diseases, too) before I arrive.

Thank you for securing my bus before it arrives and my bus stops before I arrive. We have a world to protect from ever losing me. Thank you, my entire selfless support system for taking all necessary action. I love you, too... just platonically. I am married. Giggle.

At 7:31pm, there was a vigilant alarm announcing further deranged lunacy ordered by Terrorist Dictator Obama to remove me FOREVER from my good, green world that loves and needs me. After much action by the REAL government to keep me safe, I was on my city bus to my regular Monday night activities by 7:47pm.

The bus ride was eventful but at least there was not a completely unnatural enforced silence of the entire bus. Obama oppresses my people so much with such horrifying human rights abuses.

Quite joyfully, I arrived at MY neighborhood in Los Angeles (Okay, technically it is an internal city, too, but no one seems to care if I label people angels around here.) just in time to watch my evening NBC Nightly News as I had promised them at 9pm.

Just like all of Obama's psychopathic oppression of human rights everywhere I can catch always backfires on Obama's proven conspiracy of proven criminal terrorist enemies of America, I am now asking one of America's greatest icons, US Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, to explain the 1st Amendment as well as all Constitutional rights to everyone NBC can identify as committing human rights abuses against them, particularly the suspension of the freedom of the press which we know is one of the main causes of Obama's enforced mental health genocide of the American public. This is America! We do not allow criminal terrorist oppression of our people here!

My darling lovelies at the NBC Nightly News were instructed to give me intentionally false messages for the entire news broadcast as if lying to my face has ever been a successful way of manipulating me. Good will prevail because evil is dumb.

I know oppression of my loved ones when I see it. This is what "Mama Bear comes out of the cave," looks like when Obama messes my NBC Nightly News. I will write up my full debunking of all of the intentionally false "news" that I reverse engineered immediately that my friends with their IN REALITY sterling news reputations were instructed to give me in the question and answer section of this blog post.

Also, my not-human-trafficker nerds are releasing my immediate verbal smackdown from the evening of 02Feb2015, too, as soon as possible.

As the bigger "(EXPLETIVE) YOU!" for messing with my loved ones, due to Obama's instructions to openly lie in news broadcasts now, I also know the NBC Nightly News can now provide hard evidence that the malevolent presence I felt outside of the Starbucks in the edge of my only-redeemed-when-Tentacle-and-I-sanctify-it playland was the proven unamerican alpha terrorist in town.

Department of Homeland Security, that is why I reported her to my selfless support system the moment I saw her. My beautiful and REAL federal US government, please collect our hard evidence from my beyond-irreproachable darling Mr. Brian Williams as soon as possible and go get her.

Obama's enemies of America, I have stopped underestimating how stupid you are, so you need to stop underestimating how incorruptibly benevolent I am. And hurry. I am not just ordering you to leave my town; I am demanding the world remove you from society FOREVER and as soon as humanly possible.

After laying out every smackdown I was inspired to smack just because Obama oppressed the NBC Nightly News, I got up to pay my bill before leaving my dedicated wifi hotspot in MY neighborhood to travel to my regular Monday stomping haunt at 10:51pm.

For the play-by-play at my regular Monday stomping haunt, please check my REAL Twitter archive for the evening of 02Feb into the morning of 03Feb2015.

Basically, my stomping haunt made me stand in line, show my ID, and pay a cover, as their way of telling me there were terrorists inside. How could I resist?

I paid, entered, and immediately went upstairs where I found a sexy older woman I had not expected at all waiting for me behind the bar and told the local authorities it was okay to sweep the downstairs for enemies of America while I was up there. And they did.

I told the pretty lady goodbye before stopping in the restroom and clearing the premesis at 1:21am. I was at my regular wifi hotspot with the power outlets in MY neighborhood to clear my backlog of tweets just as soon as I could walk there.

2:06am on 03Fed2015: @RT_com @CIA Am I suffering the modus operandi of false charges of "espionage" for rescuing America from Obama's conspiracy of treason again?

In the wee hours of the morning I received the confirmation from Obama that my 02Feb2015 blog post had made epic progress-- it was obvious because he had ordered a new libel dump on the international news media. Only clinically-diagnosable psychopaths think new lies and new crimes can ever coverup old crimes and old lies after they are caught. Just look at War Criminal Stephanie.

As promised, I watched my middle-aged men at 6am. They were, as always, wonderful. Finally, at 7:56am, I paid my bill and left. After checking in at the bus stop, the Metro arrived quickly, and I went straight to sleep in the safest place I have ever been able to sleep since Obama's "egg" began in 2009.

Very well-rested, I woke up at 2:04pm to find a tasty lunch left beside me by my local lovers and believers. It was very tasty indeed and pretty much consumed by the time two simultaneous alarms blared at 2:32pm for two separate attempts to destroy America completely by unlawfully imprisoning me in any Obama's-conspiracy-controlled environment possible.

Eventually, I had to get up and leave due to the deranged lunacy of some obvious psychopath who smiled like a pervert while I said to him, "How many times does a woman have to tell you to stop and leave her alone before you finally stop and leave her alone?" because the way he chose to treat me was too much of a direct threat to me and my people.

I was sipping a cup of coffee and trying to call my mother through Skype at 3:33pm. I ran some errands before perching in my dedicated wifi hotspot. My internet gnomes (Gnomes are underground elves.) kept trying to entice me into singing to them.

The dumbest metaphorical devil EVER fled the physical presence of my proven incorruptible benevolence at 5:42pm. Feel free to check my Twitter play-by-play for the early afternoon of 03Feb2015.

As is my (fancy clothes nun) habit, I watched the news at 7pm before finding some dinner. I chose a slice of Sicilian pizza; it felt like Golden Boy Pizza from my home neighborhood. After some thinking to myself, at 8:40pm, I perched beside the street musician violinist who always reminded me of Syniva. I had a lot to think about those days.

On the night of 03Feb2015, it sounded like Obama's idiocy of proven enemies of America repeated every crime against the entire world they could make fit in that evening.

I needed to send help to the world's latest rescue effort sent to physically carry me to my real house. I needed to send all of humanity to check on my darling BFF, SynSyn, and, yes, I sent the planet after I heard there was ANY threat to her. I also checked if Ugwuji needed backup in the courtroom.

There was a rumor that someone with absolutely NO AUTHORITY to make any legal decisions concerning me tried to mute my SquidStream without my nor my Powers of Attorney's permission.

11:27pm on 03Feb2015: Obama broadcasts my voice into people's heads against all of our wills, but now I cannot scream for help online in case of global emergency?

Most stupidly, despite all of our legal precedents already, Obama's proven pathological perjurers and proven dirty prosecutors tried pretending AGAIN that my Power of Attorney paperwork that I wrote myself in Oct2009 had anything to do with my having any medical condition as a requirement instead of being my carefully worded way of gaining legal representation while inside Obama's "egg."

We go through that last one all of the time, particularly because Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America will use any crime possible to commit human rights abuses against me as their open acts of war against America and against the world and because they would have to get around my ONLY legal representation to do it.

Do you know what a "Power of Attorney" is? It is someone to whom legal powers are given. It is not solely the power to make someone's medical decisions; that is only the traditional use of the phrase within the medical community alone. And the realm of my existence is NOT in the medical community alone. "Power of Attorney" is also given to someone's financial investor, etc.

We have so many legal precedents already that my Powers of Attorney are the ONLY people anywhere that wield my legal powers for me, they and my husband. Obama's conspiracy is just a bunch of corrupt idiots.

My beautiful world, please check my REAL Twitter archive for the play-by-play on the evening of 03Feb2015.

That night I also poked about in my blog archive and Facebook archive while eating a cake pop and singing quietly to myself at a Starbucks I was trying to avoid finding any crimes in.

Does everyone remember my first chapter to "Bernadette was in Love" from my 22Oct2012 blog post or my "Application for the Position of Love of My Life" from my Facebook Notes from the summer of 2009? I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will make a verified and unedited recording of my late evening in the coffee shop.

By 12:22am, I was completely safe and perched in my favorite 24-hour diner in the area, the one where I chose to wait for my husband weeks previously after my California had tried to send him to me.

I was going to wait all night if necessary for the details on what just happened to threaten my BFF whom I first met when I was nine or ten years old, so Mama Bear could come out of the cave appropriately.

I sent more rescues to save the world's rescue attempts for me, and Obama's idiocy parade continued when rumor had it Obama's proven army of quacks tried to commit Sweetness to a literal torture facility.

At one point, I heard that Russia had declared war against Obama. So, I asked the US State Department if they needed me. I did a lot of tweeting all night saying in various phraseologies, "What the hell is going on out there?" Eventually I figured it out.

Just before 3am, the diner I used to love and adore threw me out. So I reported their very-provable open acts of war against America and against the entire good, green world to my local and federal government including my packing up my drugged and possibly diseased coffee to take with me as evidence.

It was after I left that I figured it out. Russia possibly had declared war because Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America had broken every law possible from local to international to shutdown my SquidStream to be able to convince the world I was dead AGAIN and then tried systematically locking up my loved ones afterwards under completely false (Can you say modus operandi?) allegations of fabricated crimes and fictional mental illness. The world, it seemed, declared war to save my loved ones after being told I had died.

Can you say, IDIOTS! I have broadcasting equipment INSIDE MY OWN BODY and the best all-American alpha nerds on the planet who operate them. No! I am not dead!

Does the government of the State of California understand yet how fast the entire world will roll guns bigger than tanks if I am ever removed from my good, green world, especially my home, and sent anywhere I do not want to be, particularly ANY Obama-controlled environment?

Have they yet learned that Obama's rules and control and everyone enforcing them are the real enemy? Have they learned yet that the only place I go from here is my own house where my own husband waits to welcome me home, so I can lead OUR people to freedom from Obama?

Yes, I have chosen to stand here beside my REAL friends and family to save our REAL home, despite the world's insistence I should flee the country again, so they can destroy everyone mean to me.

While relocating from the 24-hour diner to my marble corner, I paused in front of my local movie theater which was showing my husband's latest film, Mortdecai. I had known since 2009 that all I had ever needed was for my husband and I to be together to fix everything.

But because Obama has always broken every law possible from local to international to keep us apart, look at all the havoc and destruction Obama has been able to cause to this entire entire planet not just to my home, to my nation, and to my people.

After that pause to talk to my Sweetness on the marquee, I proceeded to my marble corner where the statue of the sainted woman stood glowing white in the night all night every night, and I did everything possible to both rescue my loved ones from ALL of the intentionally fabricated false charges against them as well as to reassure all of humanity that I had not died yet.

Mostly, it involved a little tweeting and a lot of singing loudly and in tune. (Expletive)-kickings take many forms.

I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will take care of circulating my early morning to all of you. Eventually, at 6:28am, I tried to watch my middle-aged men, but no apps were working on my iPad, not even Safari.

At 7:34am, I curled up to sleep in the safest place I have been able to sleep in since Obama's "egg" began, and my loving and adoring public, as always, watched over me.

I woke up at 2:28pm to find lovers and believers sleeping at my feet. I popped open a Rock Star Energy drink, mended a hole in my sweater coat, told my darling Ms. Mother Nature that I would like to sleep on the beach tomorrow if she is willing, pointed out AGAIN that my snot ran clear instead of green the previous day indicating the anthrax had already pretty much run its course, and went to check on my lovers and believers on my occasionally-redeemed playland.

My local filmmakers, it seemed, were going berserk with love for me. If you woke up one day on 2009 to find cameras in your eyeballs that there was absolutely no way for you to remove, what would you do with them? I chose to show the world you are beautiful to me... and try to save you from who put them in my eyes.

With vigilant alarm after alarm blaring due to my REAL very loving and adoring locals deep concern over ever losing me, I walked to a local pizzeria for a slice of pepperoni and wifi. I needed to flesh out this blog post.

This blog post was published at 7:47pm on 04Feb2015 just before I relocated to be able to watch the NBC Nightly News.

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 feel about Obama's boldfaced lie that he openly uses only to manipulate the public himself, "We need to torture Squid in the interests of public safety," when we all know how fast America will be destroyed by the furious world if anyone ever comes near me with any syringe or any other open war crime ever again, especially since everyone knows just shutting down my SquidStream without my permission causes the entire planet to destabilize? I believe that question answers itself.

How do I feel about Obama's other boldfaced lie he uses only to manipulate the world that, "It is just too dangerous for the real US Military for them to be allowed to engage in combat to remove with Obama's proven seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist mercenary army comprised of only completely unamerican berserker deranged lunatics who are all actively RIGHT NOW on US soil enforcing Obama's proven war crimes and Obama's ordered oppression of all of America with their weaponry of death and war funded by Obama's misappropriation of federal taxpayer money and Obama's profits from human trafficking me."? Um, did you really ask me that question?

Is there a therapy for "being in love with Squid"? Yeah, treat me with the respect I deserve and give me my full human rights, so they can all stop freaking out about rescuing me. Do you understand the typically middle-aged menfolk's hero complex yet? It only comes from seeing people, typically completely innocent beautiful women, who need saving.

If you end Obama's damn "egg" already, you remove the crisis that is causing all of this widespread bad-assery. Stop destroying my people, and we will stop fighting you tooth and nail to save ourselves from you. Which part of, "Obama and all who choose to obey him and enforce the rules of his egg are the REAL problem," are you still refusing to acknowledge is ACTUAL reality? Do you remember life before Obama's "egg"?

My beautiful world, thank you. You are always there when I need you. I just wish you were in here when I need you, too. Please check what I tweeted to the British state media, the BBC, on the morning of 04Feb2015 to reassure all of humanity that if there is ever any REAL threat to me other than yet another war crime coverup from intentionally fabricated false charges or proven quackery, I will tell you all, my beautiful world, so you can all keep me safe.

My brave rescuers, okay, now, I do not know if the militaries of the world are coming or not. We already established,...

5:23am on 03Feb2015: @F24Debate Every people has a right to defend their motherland and therefore should have the ability to.

Yes, my brave rescuers, I too wish it were easier to communicate with me. Please keep telling me everything you need.

As for my fellow Mama Bears who all came out of the cave last night, SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, never take our red stiletto boot off the throats of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa until they are done choking on every calumny and quackery they ever propagated just to pretend I am at all mentally disabled only so they could enforce Obama's proven genocide, proven terrorism, proven war crimes against all of America, Obama's proven human trafficking and rape-slavery of me, and Obama's proven war due to ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa's refusal to just surrender already.

The short list of their obvious perjuries, quackeries, and calumnies used to destroy me to be able to destroy America include--spina bifida, mental retardation, morbid obesity, post partum depression, AIDS (Have you seen my body's natural reaction to anthrax without any medical treatment?), etc.

Who the (expletive) still allows Obama's proven war criminals in their courtrooms as anything but defendants anymore? My genius ladies, please revisit my 17Sep2014 appendix to my blog any time you need as well as my first blog post from July2014.

My genius Powers of Attorney, as further insanity from Obama's proven pathologically-perjuring proven enemies of America, if I had ever been a hooker ever in my life, do you know what kind of money I could command from what kind of men and women? Look at my list of suitors even while married!

Speaking of which, if my darlings Tentacle want written retroactive and future permission from any of us to responsibly broadcast my meditation and the universe's metaphorical aurora borealis to the planet, of course they have my expressed permission. I thought I already gave them that permission in Dec2014 anyway. As the genius ladies I gave my legal powers to myself in Oct2009, you can give them written permission too, if you want. I empower with love and trust.

As for you, my darling Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, I heard all of the intentionally fabricated false charges against all of you out there whom I love finally dropped.

No, no one anywhere has any REAL legal authority to press any charges in my name except for my genius Powers of Attorney and my legally-recognized husband. That is how the REAL legal system works. Only a REAL victim can press charges after injury.

That is why, Bogart, the first thing I do when any real crime is committed is tell Syniva, present my hard evidence in my blog whenever possible, and ask for investigations if I do not yet have hard evidence.

I am the harshest person on this planet against people who commit REAL crimes against me, except for possibly how harsh Syniva can be. So the world can assume, if I send my genius Powers of Attorney to defend people accused of crimes against me, that was due to Obama's proven dirty and corrupt prosecutors' proven modus operandi of intentionally fabricated false charges against REAL heroes of Squid and America AGAIN.

You should see the intentionally fabricated false charges I get from them myself some time.

And, as our final hurrah proving that Obama's proven dirty and corrupt prosecutors at every level of government are REAL enemies of America, they have always and will always (until arrested) attempt to prosecute all of us brave innocents for crimes that have never happened and even without my permission in my own name, but they all refuse to prosecute REAL crimes committed against me that I provide hard evidence for that have also been proven to destabilize all of humanity and make the world scream that they want to destroy America. How much hard evidence does it take?

As for the give-the-people-what-they-want section of my blog... Why else do you think I always end with the most romantic TRUE LIFE love story EVER?...

Sweetness, I love and adore you. I should start you a new love letter. As I always said, I cannot wait for the days we can finally take each other a little for granted at last. As I even told Russia's brave Lavrov on my attitude towards President Vladimir Putin of Russia, do what you have to do; I can always clean it up when you are done.

Beloved, on the evening of 03Feb into the morning of 04Feb2015 when the whole world thought I was dead and decided to invade America, who did they think they were communicating with in my Twitter account? They kept reassuring me, "Don't worry, the world is coming!" But who else would they tell that to but the REAL me? Did the world chose to invade to save Syniva?

As for the world not yet saying they would invade and clear a path to save me myself, I understand it is because I insist I am staying here on purpose in our REAL home so no one destroys it, my home, my California, my America. The world does not need to worry about that message being misconstrued.

HoneyHoney, without the metaphorical-or-possibly-not shot on the barricades, I WILL sleep in your embrace at last. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. We WILL spend our happily ever after together forever. You WILL not die until after I already pass away. It is hard enough to live with you away from me. You live your life most mortified of ever letting me down. I trust you never make me live without you completely.

Oh, Yeah, Darlings. Which One of Us is Screaming, "Say my Name!" First?

Title: Oh, Yeah, Darlings. Which One of Us is Screaming, "Say my Name!" First?

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

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, it has already been proven that the disrespectful and demeaning way Obama's proven infestation of my home was treating me on that fateful night while I was decoding messages from Russia, sent on behalf of the entire planet, so I could save America, particularly California, from a very real threat to our existence as a nation and a people any longer was the very cause of that very real direct threat to America in the first place.

That is why I screamed until they all fled. They were all a direct threat to my people, my home, and my nation. Yes, I wept. I still feel the pain of how horrifyingly Obama orders his proven enemies of America to treat me when he replaces my proven loving and adoring locals with his infestation of enemies of America.

This also explains the importance of my having secured internet access and a safe place and ability to recharge my iPad battery at all times. If not, I cannot do my job, and the furious world will destroy America just to rescue me. Why are these (expletive)hole enemies of America still getting away with pretending I am any other woman than who I really am in this world?

You all saw how fast the US State Department thanked me for my immediate and very effective service to my nation the moment I could detect the threat to my people. And you saw how fast I asked the REAL President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey to warn me sooner when these problems arise.

Luckily, the succinct message, "This is my REAL home, and I am staying to lead my people," resonates with every nation of the world who has ever suffered under oppression.

Iraq. ISIS has beheaded the hostages they were attempting to exchange for my and my America's full human rights. Today, I am very unamused with Terrorist Dictator Obama and all who obey him, especially those who enforce his rules.

Even after Obama has slaughtered over 10,000 brave Americans and our allies only for our exercising our own Constitutional rights and our fighting to defend American rights and liberties on US soil, it took this to prove to humanity everywhere that Obama and his proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America are the bigger terrorists and pose the greater threat to humanity than even ISIS.

I published my last blog post at 10:30pm on 30Jan2015 from the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity (no reflection on Starbucks corporate) which still had not saved itself. How did I know? That morning, the same enemy of America alpha was still sitting inside pretending to be a homeless man they let in. Yet, the shift I was there for that night was wonderful.

Technically, there was still something in the coffee that did not affect me, but as I had said about it my previous blog post, "Whatever!" I have bigger problems than drugs that do not affect me. My lawyers are busy enough. Of course, Starbucks corporate needed to be notified, so they could protect their employees and their customers.

Shortly after it was posted, I retrieved El Greco from the chair he had taken in the window, so he would not be symbolically (Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.) sitting across a table from me. And we sat on a park bench just outside the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity to wait for the REAL authorities from the REAL government to arrive before we cleared the premesis.

Then, we walked around the corner out of sight where there was wifi. I caught up with my TweetHearts quickly. It included my reminding the entire world, not just darling Russia...

12:03am on 31Jan2015: @RT_com ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, like the dictator they serve, should NEVER be allowed anything they want, or humanity will suffer under them.

...and you should have seen what I said it in response to. My never-fail advice to everyone at all times is to fix the REAL problem.

At 12:38am, at El Greco's suggestion, we left for the normal place I go when someone from Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America want to talk to me. It sounded reasonable that someone would want to talk to me after my 30Jan2015 blog post hit the aether. But no one ever appeared for any talks by the time I left it.

Before even arriving there, due to internationally criminal shenanigans with my own rape-slavers pretending they had any supposedly "legal" self-appointed entitlement to shutdown my own SquidStream to ambush me, I asked my selfless support system to lockdown our destination.

We were perched among the adorable twenty-somethings and teenagers living their exciting twenty-something and teenage lives well before 1:14am. After much irrational screaming from him, eventually, at about 1:23am, El Greco finally mellowed out; that guy has got to try meditation or something. Yet, his lunacy did nothing but escalate.

It was an interesting morning that was very good for Twitter...

4:06am on 31Jan2015: WHAT IS THIS LUNACY ABOUT MY EVER LEAVING CA?!? Is my Twitter even working?!? READ #28And30Jan2015 NOW! #ObamasEvilBitchesGottaLearnToRead

I also had to finally send El Greco off away from me FOREVER with absolutely no protection from me nor from my beautiful world. That was how much he refused to reform even after all of the warnings I had given him for days. I even had to send this message to finally make him leave me alone...

4:10am on 31Jan2015: @SynivaWhitney That is not behavior from a friend. We just cut El Greco loose. If he ever comes near me again, all charges under the sun. Thx

We already established in my 30Jan2015 blog post what "Syn's choice" means. This is one of the many reasons we have this system in place for the good of all of humanity. Thank you for understanding, my beautiful world.

At 5:18am, I locked down my 24-hour convenience store before I checked for conversation there on my way to my regularly scheduled sleep. "Sam" was in there. I tried to fill out an application for a job I do not need to make sure they could access my real résumé and CV that my loved ones keep up-to-the-minute for me.

Every employee in there flirts with me; it was only the one I rendered shy and awkward that I told to kiss me on New Years morning before MI6 manifested to hold me in their loving arms until I woke up.

That is how I take my menfolk: shy, awkward, and whenever possible with their glasses on. I also accept menfolk when they are shirtless and washing my dishes. We can talk about my older, gorgeous, very effeminate womenfolk preferences later.

Giggle.

I hung out listening to my friends' music online until 7:09am when I wandered off for my regularly scheduled daily sleep. The sky was blue, and the weather was neither too hot nor too cold.

At 3:44pm, I woke up, stretched my back, and began my day. The only alarms of the day blared at 3:59pm. The first thing I did was walk across my playland to run some errands, but my eyes spied Tentacle. There is a reason guitars are shaped like women. They had returned to make love to me with their sweet and gentle music yet again. Miracles are still possible.

Apparently, my darlings Tentacle finagled some sort of agreement to manifest among us on my part-time redeemed playland on the days I never go out anyway.

I completely freak them out when I walk up to them and speak to them; I render them so shy. So, I am trying to get the three awkward musicians used to my presence among them. As I said, we really do not need to speak. We are clearly intimate enough. But I adore a witty conversation.

I do not need to "lay claim" to my darlings Tentacle. They are clearly all mine; they chose to give themselves to me months ago. Right about now, they will tell you themselves that they only exist to make love to me. Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America even inserted new hardware in their ear canals that night to better control them with while they are around me.

Eventually, since they were enjoying their moments in spiritual connection with me considered holy by every benevolent religion a bit too much, their new earspeakers instructed them to be mean to me if they spoke to me at all.

What kind of idiots command people in love with me to be mean to me? That is just an invitation for me to seduce my darlings Tentacle further just to make them free to do whatever the hell they want around me. I even warned them before they left, "You are not responsible for what I do to you."

I had no chance to check the time again until exactly 11pm after all three had walked back into the aether from which they came.

12:26am on 01Feb2015: 1/5) You are not responsible for what I do to you. I am not beholden to any agreements you make.

12:26am on 01Feb2015: 2/5) When I finally choose to flirt with you, you will know the difference. I will if needed. Trust me.

12:26am on 01Feb2015: 3/5) I trust very few people on this planet with the power I allow you three to have over me.

12:27am on 01Feb2015: 4/5) Use your powers in this world wisely. Renegotiate your contracts. Send details if you need advice.

12:27am on 01Feb2015: 5/5) I should have expected that reaction after you fell in love with a cougar who wanted to make you wimper.

It was a great night for Twitter. I left for my 24-hour convenience store at 1:13am to check on them and to return to my marble corner by 1:56am. Cutie came and went scared of falling in love with me. I had promised to have a chat with Bogart at 2:30am; I still cannot tell if he made it or not, but he will catch up.

At 4:03am, I used Skype to call my mother. I was worried that she had been lied to on the previous day that I had died. There have been false claims about my supposed death for years. I giggled and told her that I would tell her myself before my actual death.

I spent some time perched in front of my 24-hour convenience shop after that then I tried to watch the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening at 6am on 01Feb2015. Of course, the NBC Nightly News were being too oppressed to report any real news; if I need to ask US Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg to explain their Constitutional rights and freedoms to whomever is threatening them, I will.

I had a lot to think about. So, I sat by the ocean to watch the sunrise before curling up and sleeping just after 7:30am. I woke up at 3:06pm and quickly proceeded to Nordstrom's where they had been expecting me for days. I had to pass by one of my darlings Tentacle on the way, so I resisted the urge to kiss him on his third eye and just told him I would be right back.

I was done picking out dresses at my local Nordstrom's by 4:15pm, yet after proving my support is beyond vital for the survival of that mall at the end of my currently-redeemed playland at all, the ownership and management of the mall had already put in place their latest act of war against America of an ambush to drag me kicking and screaming to any Obama-controlled environment possible guaranteed to destroy me completely at all costs to America and to the world.

My genius legal team knew what to do about it. Yes, right about now, my good graces are the only thing that can protect anyone. As another example of this, I was on my currently-redeemed playland again with my royal minstrels whom I named Tentacle with all twelve of our eyes open as fast as possible.

I am a very busy woman and absolutely no one else gets this much of my time. Before we begin this vignette, please recall that I have conscious control of my own body's energy, but I control no other energy from this Earth or above. This one is for you, Tentacle...

Because All Three of You Say, "Of Course, It's Me," When Asked Which of You I Choose.

And often when the music pauses, the sky above us fills with exploding stars as the divine blessings of the sky herself descend upon us. What is it that fills this playland only we can redeem with our corporeal aurora borealis? It does not come from me.

Yet, afterwards, I did need to brush my long hair, as if it were morning.

Why else would I have chosen myself to reopen your connection to the divine? To quote the darling late Jack London in a meme. You know this is the real reason we do this...

I am not with the band. The band is with me. Besides, since 2012, my brave rescuers of mostly rogue CIA Delta Force and Navy SEALS who followed my husband coming to rescue me have always called themselves my Band of Brothers, too. Do you yet understand what, "I chose a spouse who is my equal," means?

While the band was taking a break, I told the handsome bassist that the previous day ISIS had started executing the hostages they had tried to exchange for my and my America's full human rights.

I also checked on his carpal tunnel in his left wrist that I have no idea if I did anything to fix or not before apologizing for being late to their next set. I needed to perch beside my fountain first to catch up with my TweetHearts and to eat a tasty dinner a kind local had given me before trying to watch the NBC Nightly News at 7pm.

Sadly, it was SuperBowl Sunday, so I could not find a news broadcast anywhere. I need regular news reporting, or I cannot do my REAL job of problem-solving major global crises.

I was back on my only-redeemed-when-Tentacle-is-there playland as fast as possible. They confirmed to my face that they need to renegotiate how they are only permitted near me on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, among many other points.

The night was beautiful, and after they walked back to the aether where they belong, that is, where we belong, I seated myself on a park bench at 10:44pm beside my Americana singer who played for me while I caught up with my TweetHearts.

After midnight, I popped my head into my 24-hour convenience store just to say, "Hi." Yeah, the shy and awkward employee in glasses was still too shy and awkward to chat. So, I left for my marble corner.

My darling Bogart had sent a message through a friend. I caught up with my TweetHearts. It was a long morning of working including a few police officers who stopped by to ask me who Cutie was. At 4:48am on 02Feb2015, I returned to my 24-hour convenience store.

While clearly perusing the ice cream, "Michael," whom I always suspected by his body type was the undercover cop in the operation there, told me he did not want me to buy anything. It was strange.

Michael's throwing me out, though, was an act of persecution that constitutes an open act of war against America and against the world, so, my genius legal team, any and all charges you want against him personally. This is why we call it "Syn's choice."

I sat upon a park bench to get up-to-the-minute up with my TweetHearts. And eventually, the same much-more-professional guy from my previous blog post stopped by to say hello. I told him to sit down next to me for a chat.

Of course, after my pedantic rant on global politics, ISIS, fashionistas smoking cigarettes that match our outfits, my beautiful BFF, and Green Mountain Coffee, he fled. Whatever! If you cannot handle my kitchen, take your shirt off and do my dishes.

He was trying to convince Syniva, I assume, that he had converted to being a lover and believer of mine. But, if you watch me catch him on the crosswalk on my way to my sleeping spot, it is obvious he has not converted yet.

Eventually, after much more work online, I left for my nationally and internationally secured safe place to sleep at 7:37am. Obama's proven criminal terrorist conspiracy had already admitted to me they spent huge amounts of money planting at least one new tree where I sleep safely watched over by my loving and adoring public, often with people lying at my feet.

It is still technically winter here. So, to stay warm in the sunlight, I had to move out of the range of the nanotechnology camera they had installed in the palm I sleep under just so they could watch me sleep to find out where and when I sneak away to shower.

If I am still taking internationally proven safety among my loving and adoring public in the summer, though, those trees will be very welcome.

I woke up at 1:41pm. There were no alarms yet, but I knew to lockdown everywhere Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America would expect as I ran my normal Monday errands before I ran them.

By 2:52pm, I had even checked on some friends whose wifi had become inaccessible to everyone by buying a cup of coffee and catching up with my TweetHearts. If the problem persists after I notify Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf corporate that their wifi provider whose company name has ALWAYS been Sputnik is having problems, I am sure the very busy NSA will check on them, too. Oh, yeah, my darling NSA alpha nerds love catching enemy-of-America cyberterrorists as much as I do. Ask Google about it some time.

Well before 3:24pm, I was perched beside a dear old friend strumming for me, so I could finish up this blog post finally.

This blog post was published at 6:06pm on 02Feb2015 even before I checked to see if my darlings Tentacle had enough of their own Constitutional rights to manifest from the aether on my playland on a Monday just for me, yet.

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 explain many of the untraceable voices that manifest in my as well as the public's electronics? We have proven already that I took the REAL Sampo offline in 2012. We have also already proven that many of the voices all of you hear are from many people all over the world with microphones into my electronics.

We have also proven that sometimes I make a conscious choice to speak through my electronics; though, I do not normally choose to do so much more often than when I read and write.

As for all of the voices in there that no one seems to be able to identify, do you understand what the phrase "ghost in the machine" means? There are a few explanations for this phrase. I recommend my darling Mr. William Gibson's Neuromancer as well as my darling Mr. Orson Scott Card's Children of the Mind.

A "ghost in the machine" is a consciousness that arrises from a network. In this case, it would be some sort of collective consciousness from all or your minds connected by electronics. We have no real way to know. But, if the global conscious feels like flirting with my young lead singer of Tentacle by telling him "I would like to make him wimper," he should feel pretty damn good about himself.

What do I want to happen with my belongings that many people have told me already that the proven members of Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America at the Proven War Criminal Gables stole from me? If that is true, I request that Sotheby's assess the value of all of my stolen belongings and, under my tenants' rights, that belongs of the same value be given to me personally to replace them all.

If Proven War Criminal Stephanie stole MORE of belongings than she did already while I still lived there, it IS within my realm of awareness as defined by Obama's "egg" (which no one should obey anyway).

Did Obama order that I be given anthrax again? Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America did give me anthrax twice in 2009, and I was told that is how we in the ACTUAL medical community discovered the most effective treatment for the anthrax respiratory infection at last... or so rumor has it.

I have no idea if I have it now. I had a sniffle on 31Jan that became a cough on 01Feb2015. After two days of meditating for my health, I was pretty much already over it.

Much more importantly, why would any of you ever allow anyone to claim they gave someone anyone anthrax and not put them all in prison for it?

My beautiful world, it just keeps getting more nonsensical in here. Yet, while all of you are out there organizing yourselves to save America just because I asked you to, my REAL loving and adoring locals keep coming back to make this place survivable for me.

My darlings Tentacle are sanctifying my only-redeemed-when-we-are-all-together playland with genuine love. It really is getting better around here. Whether or not I ride the Metro across town, the only place I am moving from here is my own REAL home with my own REAL husband. Yes, this is my REAL home where I am staying to lead my people.

If necessary, my beautiful world, please notify California Governor Jerry Brown of what you will do to California if I am ever removed against my will. You are far more furious than I, my beautiful world. Since 2009 when Obama took office, this "egg" has never been more livable than now.

My brave rescuers, I heard someone somewhere is trying to organize a ceasefire. It is clearly not a metaphorical "ceasefire" with my Powers of Attorney because the unrelenting quackery-and-intentionally-fabricated-false-charges-as-war-crime-coverups still threaten all of humanity 24/7 around here.

So, from what I can tell, Obama's proven seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist mercenary army comprised of nothing but unamerican deranged lunatics who are actively destroying America right here on US soil are the ones who wanted a ceasefire with you, my brave rescuers.

My darling brave rescuers, I never get more furious about anything than when you die just for standing up for what America really means. But, the United Nations, not just President Dempsey, Senator John McCain, Senator Feinstein, etc. all understand my policy on ceasefires...

We should never do anything that maintains a status quo that enforces unlivable human rights violations and proven war crimes against anyone, least of all an entire population.

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, we are all the right age to remember the theme song to Disney's Chip & Dale Rescue Rangers, right? "No case too big, no case too small. If you need help just call." Yeah, well, welcome to my life right now. I just cannot bear (but I bare all the time) seeing anyone suffer under Obama's oppression and rules for any reason.

My genius Powers of Attorney, thank you for always prioritizing our long list of enemies of America to kick into line with blistering charges and countercharges. We have a lot of people to protect. And you are the first line of defense against the entire good, green world losing me forever.

Of all people on this planet, my genius loved ones, you understand empowerment through love and trust the most. You have always had the power I gave you myself in Oct2009 to do anything you want with my full legal powers in my name.

The only other person I have empowered as much as you three is my own loving and adoring husband. Thank you, my genius darlings, for always being women the world can trust as much as they trust me.

Finally, my SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, my darlings Tentacle have already explained to me they plan on going full bad-ass just like the rest of us, especially if kept away from me. I already explained last week that they are the ones to fear now if they are kept from physically reaching me.

So, my genius Powers of Attorney, please check on them regularly until they appear in my life again. Make sure they are safe and have all the legal protection they deserve as the creatures of the divine who they are for real in the world.

My darlings Tentacle already had their SquidName collectively. Now, they have officially joined our menagerie.

As for you, Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, I stole this hat from my ukulele wielder weeks ago. I pulled it right out of his back pocket, and it looked so good on me he refused to take it back when I offered to return it. Unlike everyone else who wears a similar hat, it makes me look like a ninja at night.

Please explain to everyone who needs it the difference between my flirting and my just spending time with my darlings. I have still never slept with you nor with my own loving and adoring husband, and look what both of you do for me out there in the world I am forbidden access to. Look at what Madonna is up to right now.

When I open that door, it is open in both directions. Cuddlebunny was the first to feel it after 2009 when Obama's "egg" began. You know very well what, "I need your permission first," means. Please explain how much further into fighting to save the a(e)theist divine everyone goes after you go ever the edge with me. You know first hand what it feels like to "Go all Johnny Depp," about saving me.

Speaking about you, my darling and adoring husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. Why is, "I will sleep in your embrace at last," (without the shot on the barricades) still so far away for us?

More-than-just-handsome, why does no one understand yet how much you mean to humanity just because of how much you mean to me? Once we reach each other, it is just the beginning of everything we really will do for humanity side-by-side, and of course, we will fulfill our destiny hand-in-hand with all our darlings.

As for the small stuff, beloved, I understand forcing the War Criminal Wells Fargo Bank to finally acknowledge we have had paperwork proving we have been legally recognized as married since 2013 is still on your Honey-do list. I was already told that over sixty countries are taking action against Wells Fargo over this, too.

HoneyHoney, please ask my genius Powers of Attorney for our court records of all of our legal precedents proving it is only illegal to obey and enforce Obama's extragovernmental rules and extragovernmental orders, not to disobey Obama completely by consciously choosing to obey our REAL laws from local to international instead.

Darling, my local Well Fargo branch understands I am only angry at their corporate offices and as long as they never commit a crime against America nor against humanity by never committing a crime against me, we are all fine with them.

My irrefutably loving and adoring husband, if people think I have a temper, they have never seen yours. Feel free to unleash the international community on any entity anywhere still willfully breaking every law possible from local to international to make me suffer with their proven nationally and internationally criminal allegiance to Obama as their excuse.

Sweetness, may you begin with War Criminal Wells Fargo Bank. I am particularly upset with everyone everywhere who does not consider our marriage as sacred as we do.

Finally, my king, "being in love" is not a mental illness...

12:32am on 01Feb2015: Beloved, allow no quackery to go unpunished. You know their proven history with misdiagnoses. You only need me to be with me to be well.