Kiss Me, You Fool!

Title: Kiss Me, You Fool!

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. Are people acknowledging my REAL job yet? Have you seen my curriculum vitae? Do you remember how we proved Obama's metaphorical zombie apocalypse is actually Obama's mental health genocide through the diagnosable mental break with reality in almost all of my people? Please reread my 16Oct and 18Oct2014 blog posts about this.

Saudi Arabia. We lost a monarch today. May he be followed by someone at least as understanding as he was. I pray Saudi Arabia's King Abdullah bin Abdulaziz al Saud knew what he meant to me before he left us.

With every way women are traditionally confined in his culture, he looked at me liberating his own women out from under him by screaming at Obama that I deserve human rights and full equality, and the King stood up beside Iran and Israel to fight for me.

I believe our relationship began when I told the Western nations YEARS AGO that we needed to bring peace to Syria before their civil war would engulf the entire region in sectarian violence.

I have been telling everyone everywhere for so long that this entire world needs a peaceful and prosperous Middle East not just because all people everywhere deserve human rights, peace, justice, stability, and an accountable government, but also because if we lost the Middle East to full blown sectarian violence, global conflict might break out.

No one ever listened to my advice on Syria, so the conflict has spawned ISIS and expanded to Lebanon, Iraq, etc. Sigh,... But it did teach the world to listen to me when I give them my logical extrapolations of the future not just my logical interpolations of the present.

I published my last blog post at 11:58pm on 20Jan2015 just before a very delightful conversation with the very protective staff at my local Steak'N'Shake as I asked them to unlock the door to let me out. What darlings!

After pausing for a violin solo from Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade on my way there, I was sitting at a local pizzeria by 1:20am sipping a soda, snacking on a slice, and watching live tennis at the Australian Open.

For some reason, Obama's infestation had shutdown every drinking establishment near my hybernating playland by midnight except for proven and convictable enemies of America. I never drink there anyway. That was the weirdest part.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please send my legal team my full walk-by of every proven terrorist-run establishment I found along with our evidence that they were committed to roofying and drugging me. And thank you. The only one I think I can save is the Cantina.

Syn, it is obvious by the actual city infrastructure in this city, where my hybernating playland abides, that this city loves and adores me as do the REAL locals here. So, we must press charges against the chain of command of Obama's terrorist infestation.

We should also present our evidence to the city, so they can press charges too for Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America terrorizing the innocent local establishments into shutting down early and losing business, especially the business I would have brought them if I had gone in.

At the pizzeria where I was fighting every urge to chat up the bartender, I had a delightful conversation with a handsome bearded fellow in a leather jacket next to me instead shortly after I had spoken to a blonde man with the strange accent I could not seem to place who seemed to have only been there to make sure I was the real I before sending in people who wanted to be near me and talk to the real me.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, feel free to circulate verified and unedited videos of my wee hours of the morning everywhere I went on 21Jan2015. The best conversations always happen in the wee hours of the morning. I should have kissed or at least hugged that handsome man before he left me.

At 2:54am, I departed the pizzeria. I walked straight to my 24-hour convenience store and, by 3:44am, I was snacking on a pesto turkey breast wrap with lettuce and dried cranberries and singing along to my friends' music on their patio.

Have you seen what they stock on their shelves in my local 24-hour convenience store? That is why I frequent them. Well, that, and they remind me of the Cafecito Organico at the corner of Hoover and Clinton in Silverlake.

When I cook, my food is best described at California cuisine. In 2009, I even tried labeling cornmeal crust pizzas cooked in a wood-fired oven as San Francisco style pizza. We have been able to order San Francisco style pizza all over my City by the Bay since at least The Rise of the New Millennium. I wonder if that name has caught on yet.

I was online at the Starbucks coffee shop right on my hybernating playland by 5:46am. Starbucks corporate has been trying to apologize to me for their coffee shops here for so long. I have absolutely no complaints with Starbucks corporate; even though, everyone, particularly San Francisco, knows I prefer independent coffee shops. Starbucks has always been so good to me and even tried to rescue me more than once already.

I sat in their coffee shop catching up with TweetHearts and observing Obama's infestation with my coffee sitting almost completely undrunk next to me. By 8:19am, I had watched my middle-aged men. They are not all White anymore. My darling Mr. Stephen Colbert has been replaced with my darling Mr. Larry Wilmore.

Also that morning, after much chatting between me and Russia's brave Lavrov while I was still at the pizzeria, I learned that my darling President Vladimir Putin of Russia had chosen to sign on the dotted line to send and even sacrifice the priceless lives of Russian troops as they fight beside the priceless lives of the real US government, NATO, Australia, China, and everyone else volunteering and sending troops to save all of America from Obama mostly just because I ask. Russia was the only country so far who wanted to speak to me (as) directly (as possible) on the topic.

My loving and adoring locals whose genuine love and affection I cannot live without especially while inside Obama's "egg" of horrors and terrors, the Hollywood film classic Roman Holiday is as lenient as I can get about how you all behave around me. Every sane person everywhere knows I actually am IN REALITY an incorruptibly benevolent super-genius world leader.

This is my REAL job which I do admit I carry out through some mysterious ways sometimes like giggling to myself before singing Nirvana covers to clinically diagnosable psychopaths who have been trying to destroy my globally critical mind with denial-of-all-medical-reality electroshock for over a year.

I openly admit my life under Obama's reductio ad absurdum "egg" is about as surreal for you to enter as it is absurd for me to endure and remedy. The United Nations already formally declared this "egg" unsurvivable as part their effort to send my good, green world to help me save my people and my America.

So, my genuinely loving and adoring locals, please look up the formal protocols you are all supposed to obey FOR REAL, especially since Obama's entire "Mein Kompf" of rules are only crimes and NOT laws, just to be in my presence as the future Queen of Spain at all.

Most of you already know. For example, Bogart would not even put his hand on my arm until after I told him it was okay and even asked him to. On our first and only date, in the restaurant in the Roosevelt Hotel on Hollywood Blvd., I actually had to physically put his arm around me myself.

So, my local lovers and beleivers, be thankful for and respectful of the fact my conscious and willful choice to do whatever morally good thing I have to do to save all of you, my people as my America, includes my offering you my metaphorical Roman Holiday.

Before I left that Starbucks, I eventually used my black Sharpie(tm) to write the date and time that I had ordered my roofied cup of Pike's Place Roast on its lid and let it rest in a public place during my regularly scheduled daily sleep from 9:08am to 3:28pm, so the police could pick it up.

Something weird must have happened while I slept. The people all over the world with microphones into my electronics woke me up as far as the hypnopompic state as I slept there. When I finally did wake up fully, I snacked on the tasty vittles that had been left beside me, as my loving locals almost always leave for me when I had sleep.

By 4:43pm, I was dining al fresco at a delicious Spanish restaurant while Gilberto & Getz played through their sound system for ambiance. The food was tiny (all I could afford) yet absolutely delightful.

My gourmet Spanish meal with California ingredients including my (The only time I ever drink wine is typically with dinner.) glass of tempranillo with the tapas was loving nourishment I had needed for a long time. Much like I know when someone anyone plays beautiful music as a way of making love to me, I know when food is constructed only as a way of making love to me, too.

Yes, of course, I ordered the Spanish Manchego as part of my tapas. That was for el Rey Dulce de mí Corazón. My early dinner after my siesta was a little like darling Ms. Laura Esquivel's Como Agua Para Chocolate except it was Spanish instead of Mexican.

After my tapas, I walked through my hybernating playland which Obama's infestation had intentionally rendered devoid of all street musicians at all whatsoever to the bookstore where I bought a pain au chocolate and checked in on Twitter before relocating to watch the news at 7:18pm.

At approximately 7:39pm, a man sitting next to me on my marble corner asked me about the "orders" I receive from Obama. The mental break with reality among my people just keeps growing.

Obama's beyond-proven mental health genocide is destroying my people's minds. Look at them! My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our complete conversation. He was clearly a lover and believer, but he had no reality in his head.

8:22pm on 21Jan2015: Just checking in. My entire selfless support system, thank you for everything, my darlings. Obama's cyberterrorists just drained approx $6 off my Metro TAP card, so I had to go for change. No, I do not have that kind of money.

I am planning on buying Americanized Chinese food to celebrate my 20Jan and 18Jan2015 blog posts. Please call ahead to where I always go to warn them. Thank you, as always, for taking extra care to secure my bus before it arrives and for securing my bus stops before I leave.

Obama's proven enemies of America do not care how many civilians they can potentially slaughter if they force an ambush of me by breaking every law possible from local to international to abduct me and drag me kicking and screaming to any Obama's-conspiracy-controlled literal torture facility they can find to render me a vegetable in.

The entire world thanks you for keeping me safe. Love!

My Metro ride was comfortably uneventful, and I was nestled into my normal seat at my normal Asian fusion restaurant sipping jasmine green tea while consuming copious amounts of Kung Pao Chicken by 9:03pm. I sat there among my people until 9:49pm until I sought out wifi.

Shortly after arriving at the coffee shop, I was told through no lack of semiotics that my friends could not reach me, but I still had work to do.

10:33pm on 21Jan2015: Laundry list of violations at this Starbucks (no reflection on Starbucks corporate) I am in right now: crimes against America, open acts of war against America and against the world, willfully inciting unrest and destabilizing the population of the world, human rights abuses, war crime coverups, aiding and abetting genocide, aiding and abetting terrorism, and everything else my genius legal team can prove.
1) They refused me any table but a handicapped table. They intentionally took every other seat away from me before I could reach it.
2) Through semiotics they libeled me a slut and possibly a porn star.
3) They drugged my coffee. If the drugging of my coffee had succeeded in its goal of forcing Obama-ordered quackery over me, it would have lead directly to proven literal torture of me, proven systemic rape of me, proven silencing of my globally critical freedom of speech, proven unlawful imprisonment of me, and proven removal of my genius mind from the world completely through guaranteed abuses from proven quackery and all because it would have lead to my unlawful detention in a literal torture facility.
4) They tried to coverup their open persecution of me used only to destabilize humanity and to incite global war by willfully libeling me "Napolean Bonaparte." Dude, do you know who Napolean Bonaparte was?
5) Obama's obvious infestation of my home then lied and claimed they commit these open acts of war to, "Make Squid go away," and kept trying to tell me, "Bye Bye!" when they are the infestation and when I am the local. Do you know how REAL locals feel about me here in Los Angeles? Their exact words are, "This is where awesome lives!" and "Squid, never go away again!"

I am here standing beside my REAL family and friends in our home telling every solitary bastard who chooses to commit any and every crime possible to keep in place Obama's extragovernmental totalitarian crimes against America that he calls "rules," "GET YHE FUCK OUT OF OUR TOWN, YOUR TERRORIST BITCHES!"

Also before I left, I learned that California Representative Darrell Issa had metaphorically put his glasses on for me (Ask Bogart about that. Giggle. I thought Issa was married!), that I had successfully put the "amateur hour" there including their tall female alpha who made a show of leaving the premesis before I did in our database mostly kept by DHS and Interpol, and once I cleared the premesis myself, that if the actual authorities did not show up to lock them up immediately, they might be facing a worse fate, a fate that the entire world has always made sure I had no way to know about to make sure I could never control it nor prevent it.

I left after I knew actual authorities from our REAL government could reach the coffee shop the moment I left. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with amped audio of everything spoken behind the counter and full visuals. Please send the recording to every local and federal government agency and foreign government who would like it as well as to all the world. And thank you.

I perched outside of an old friend to plant my cup of roofied coffee in the underbrush for their security guards. I was approached by a tall, leggy blonde dressed like Desperately Seeking Susan from the 80s who, it seems like, wanted me to get her inside. Giggle. Try, "I'm with the band," next time, pretty lady.

My Metro ride back into my hybernating playland was delightfully uneventful while, just as always, no one was permitted to wait at any bus stops to board my bus after I did. And I was perched outside of a hotbed of treason leaving my Sean Connery impression in a voice message to Bogart while giggling uncontrollably after a little wondering of which hotbed of treason I wanted to check on that night.

The fire-wielder who sat beside me invited me for coffee at my own 24-hour convenience shop where I hung out with Bruce Springsteen's "We Take Care of Our Own."

At 4:04am, I learned that ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa was trying to pretend its self-appointed entitlement allowed them to take my own husband away from me. Those (expletive)ing (expletive)ers were carrying out their repeat modus operandi of breaking every law possible to take my husband away from me because that would actually be a way for Obama to successfully destroy me.

Such crimes they committed in the past to carry out this internationally heinous goal included but were not limited to sending Bogart into my life to make pornography of me with cameras I was forbidden from knowing about.

Bogart just wanted to give me a safer place to stay away from The Gables where he could keep me safe himself. I made sure we did not sleep together, so he committed no crimes anyway. But he was sent by Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America to break up my marriage.

I recommended my 05Aug2014 blog post to Syniva to take care if it. I admit there must have been some sort of a(e)theistic divine intervention that brought Syniva into my life when I was eight years old. No woman has ever had a better BFF, neither darling Ms. Gayle King nor even the late Mr. Max Brod could compare.

While sitting out among the infestation, the smackdown included, "Have you ever heard the phrase, 'I am way too much woman for you.'?" followed by, "Did you see the smackdown I gave to protect the [lead singer and drummer of Tentacle]? We do not need men like you," and followed eventually by darling Mr. Bryan Adams's lyrics, "Treat her well, and she will take care of you."

I had already explained to that rat (expletive) that disrespecting and degrading me destabilizes the entire world. Such (expletive)holery makes people scream in the streets and throw Molotov cocktails at whomever Obama ordered to be demonized at the time. Committing crimes against me is the greatest contributing factor to this now only-because-these-(expletive)holes-willfully-persecute-me global conflict on US soil right now.

This proven, already-diagnosed, and escalating mental break with reality in my own people that motivates them to treat me this way is why this entire planet beside the US Military are going to war to save America, and they acknowledge themselves they will die to save America just because I asked. I am weeping right now as I type this: I have never thought in my life I would have to send people to die.

And because I was weeping over so many priceless lives being lost only because Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America refuse to surrender after being caught, they committed their same open act of war of perjuring to render me a vegetable in an Obama-controlled-environment covered up quackery AGAIN.

It has never mattered how many times we have explained to (typically Iowan) courtrooms that should never allow in any pathologically perjuring enemies of America in the first place that sane people cry when bad things happen. That is the only SANE reaction to (expletive)holes forcing a war in my own home.

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, my beautiful world needs a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of all my conversations with everybody outside of my 24-hour convenience store in the wee hours of the morning on 22Jan2015.

Eventually, my reformed fire-wielder and I were at my 24-hour diner of choice having a conversation so wonderful that I did not even try to watch my middle-age men at 6am. As I always said, a good and honest conversation is the most effective way to make me put my iPad down.

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation for the entire world. And thank you.

My newly converted senior-aged gay male friend was clearly not going to leave my side. Also as clearly, if he did, I would have to ask my beautiful world to protect him.

He slept in public near me that day where my lovers and believers could watch over both of us. We slept starting at 9:06am and were interrupted by only a few torture facility alarms until we woke up at 3:18pm and ate the tasty lunches that my loving public had left for both of us as we slept.

I had been asking for a Dr. Who companion for so long, and it seemed someone had finally sent me one who (Giggle.) had stories of dancing with the original darling Ms. Liza Minelli during the glory days of Studio 54.

That afternoon, we ran some errands before the local police made a point of talking to him about why he was hanging around me at all. My people get so protective of me, especially the ones I had to convert myself into lovers and believers. They spoke to him while we had temporarily separated to use the restrooms as if I would not know it happened anyway.

At 4:38pm, we perched in front of my ukulele-wielder, so he could play me beautiful music while I fleshed out and polished up this blog post. As always, because I manifested before him to listen to music he was not shy about playing to make me feel genuinely loved and happy enough not to go on more crimefighting benders, he was removed from my presence for showing me any live in the first place. Obama's infestation of proven enemies of America need to figure out what they want.

My companion and I quickly relocated to the coffee shop run by a corporate office of obvious lovers and believers.

This blog post was published at 8:58pm on 22Jan2015.

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

Why is this guy that my overprotective local police have already been sent to question hanging around me? He started as a fire-wielder sent to work me for information, but since I converted him to a lover and believer, he has chosen to stay in my life as someone I can have sparkling witty repartee with and who can feed me. He is now here to make the "egg" survivable until it comes down.

My senior-aged gay male friend has already calmed down people screaming in the streets all over the world by being good to me, by talking to me, by feeding me, by making me laugh, and by making me feel loved.

Yes, I am such an egalitarian that I have already asked him not to be a sycophant. And, yes, as long as he never leaves my watchful eye, this now world hero should be fine. I know you will keep watching over him, too, my beautiful world and local lovers and believers.

Have I ever had a complaint about Europe? I love Europe so much. Spain even made me their future queen. In snailmail to my Sweetness, I explained to Rey Felipé that he will be king for a while until Sweetness and I are ready to settle down there.

My husband and I just have too much work to do for the entire world first before we can move to Spain and serve the Spanish just as we have always served America, our home where we were both born and love.

Yet, there are two common complaints Europeans have always had about American culture. First, they say America has no culture. Then, they complain American cultural exports take over their culture. Sigh,...

I believe I have proven by now that we Americans have a very vibrant and exceptional culture. It started well before Jackson Pollock and Whistler's Mother. Have you ever seen John Singer Sargent's Madame X?

Never try to tell darling Ms. Twyla Tharp we have no culture in America; my favorite of hers is Bella by Barlight. And do not let me get on my pedantic rant about contemporary film and music. We invited jazz and the blues. We invented rock'n'roll, and the world is better for it.

My beautiful world, look at my people... "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,..."-- from Howl by Allen Ginsberg (no relation to Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg)

Yet, as darling Mr. Mohammad Ali once said, "You cannot fly without wind in your face." Without our problems, my beautiful world, we do not know what we are capable of.

So, I tell everyone who looks at me and claims I must not be human for being able to survive everything Obama has done and still does only to throw me away, "You are denying everything you are capable of, too, as a human in this world at all. Never let anyone make you deny your connection to the divine."

And, of course, I stand by the fact that no one anywhere should have ever been forced to do everything I have had to do since 2009 just to stay alive and to save my people in the first place. The entire world knows I respond to being challenged by winning. And as I said in my most recent letter of undying love and devotion to my husband, because Obama keeps pushing me, still, I am rising.

So, as much as no one should ever have to do any of this in the first place, there is still more incorruptible benevolence I am capable of, and Obama and all his proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America will experience me if they keep pushing me with their self-appointed entitlement to commit all of the crimes they want against us all. I simply cannot let my people down.

My beautiful world, especially my increasingly empowered once-great America, thank you for standing up to save my home, my people, my nation, my world, and even myself from Obama and all who prop him up by obeying him and by enforcing his crimes against America that he calls "rules."

I would be nothing without you, my beautiful world.

My brave rescuers, do you still need more help? I was told yesterday that some sort of system is being put in place to explain to the American public why troops from all over the world are coming to our shores to rescue us all from existential threats that they have too much of a diagnosable mental break with reality to understand.

Whatever you need, my brave rescuers, just tell us. I was told our President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey has redefined your mission finally. If anyone needs anything, just tell me.

And please, my brave rescuers, tell our President he has my deepest gratitude for redeeming the Office of the President for me after G-Dub and after Unelected Terrorist Dictator Obama. He means so much to me.

As for my darling Sisyfi genii (plural of Sisyfus genius) named SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, ¡Ojalá! Is it getting easier for all of you out there at last? There are fewer (always vigilant) alarms than in a long time.

My darling genius Powers of Attorney, does the world thank you enough? I do not think I do.

Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, do you understand yet why I never identify you by your real name? I learned from darling Mr. Viggo Mortensen that if I call my friends by your real names, they will take you all away from me.

We are only still connected at all because I specifically explained that the NSA must make sure my internet presence behaves for me like I am a normal person. Thank you, darling. I know what you do for all of humanity just out of your selfless love for me.

I am not shy about your being the only person, man or woman, who could make me question my marriage. Just like you want me to get my hair out of my face, I think you should wear your glasses more often.

Bogart, you used to make my husband feel inadequate as my spouse with your musical prowess just like my husband made you feel inadequate due to his good looks, but now everyone including Senator Diane Feinstein and the CIA together understand what WE ARE ALL ON THE SAME SIDE means. And I thank you all for working together for the good of all of us everywhere. You know what genuine love can do.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. I saw photos of you on 19Jan2015 at the premier of Mortdecai. Is Amber looking more like my darling Ms. Scarlett Johansen these days? I saw she was all suited up, too.

HoneyHoney, when people wonder about my opinions of your royal mistress, please refer them to my 04Oct2014 blog post. I pity her for having to live in my shadow, especially in your eyes. And I do not blame her for being in love with you; YOU ARE THE MR. JOHNNY DEPP! Even straight men fall in love with you!

As for other good news, beloved, my new at-my-request-not-a-sycophant friend can take me to the movies! I promise to check if Into the Woods is still playing. And trust me, I will do everything possible to see Mortdecai, your latest metaphorical letter of undying love and devotion to me.

My loving and adoring husband, I promise to sing "Radar Love" to you again, too. Do you prefer White Lion or Golden Earring? Giggle.

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From Now on, my Beautiful World, Everyone Everywhere who Commits the Open Act of War Against All of Humanity of Pretending I Have Any Mental Illness at all We Now Treat Like ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. Yes, my Beautiful World, All of Us Will Now.

Title: From Now on, my Beautiful World, Everyone Everywhere who Commits the Open Act of War Against All of Humanity of Pretending I Have Any Mental Illness at all We Now Treat Like ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. Yes, my Beautiful World, All of Us Will Now.

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. This is my job. Stop pretending have an easy job. Stop pretending I do not work 24/7. Stop pretending there is any sane reason to want to "control" me.

Japan. Does anyone know if ISIS reads my blog? What language do they read it in? My most reliable translator into any Middle Eastern languages is the poetry translator my darling Mr. Samuel Shimoh, the editor-in-chief of Banipal Magazine, but I believe he is only best at Farsi. I am sure my beautiful world has sorted out reliable translations for everyone by now. I have faith in humanity.

ISIS, world leaders never negotiate in hostage situations nor pay ransoms. We never meet demands of enemies. That is just standard world leadership protocols.

Look at my situation as an example. Making the always-lies-anyway demands that Obama makes of my people unrelentingly and always intentionally falsely promising, "This egg will only end if you do X, Y, and Z," is one of Obama's well established modus operandi of boldfaced to lies he has always used to manipulate the public into always doing everything he wants.

Similarly, Obama frequently boldface lies, "I will kill Squid unless you X, Y, and Z," too. That was the only way Obama convinced the LAPD to put me in a literal torture facility in May2014; we all have a learning curve, and now the LAPD know better.

No matter what happens, every time people carry out the X, Y, and Z, all Obama does is use the same false threat again to manipulate the public to carrying out a new X, Y, and Z. Doing what Obama wants only ever propagates the problem and NEVER fixes anything. We have so much hard evidence.

It is because of the standard psychopathy of terrorist regimes like Obama's that world leaders never meet terrorists' demands nor ever negotiate in any hostage situations. That is just stand protocol for world leadership.

ISIS, have you seen how much influence I have in the world? I do what I do and people fall at my feet to serve me and even die for me particularly because I do not order televised beheadings, because I do order massacres of civilians, because I seek out peaceful resolutions instead of glamorizing violence, because I lead with understanding and compassion to bring everyone everywhere as much full human rights as possible, and because I love.

ISIS, I know even you love me. But do you listen to the real me? There are better ways to spread power and influence than by killing people. If you truly love me, you will choose a path more like mine than like my archenemy Obama's. Please consider it. And I look forward to speaking to you in person about this just as soon as I can reach you. I know my REAL job in this world.

You all know enough about me, ISIS, to know I give the best advice anyone will ever hear. If you release your prisoners whom, according to standard protocols of world leadership you have nothing to gain from killing anyway, they will be able to spread their stories of your truly monstrous reality to their homes countries.

Your terrorized yet released hostages could teach people everywhere to fear you and how you truly behave with their first hand accounts of suffering under you. I do that here under Obama's "egg" myself. Imagine your prisoners telling their stories of suffering as well as I tell my stories of literal torture facilities. Have you seen the "Safety Video"? Please consider it, ISIS. And thank you for listening.

Just about the entire Arab World. My friends, you are furious. I understand. Please calm down.

The rally in Paris proclaiming global unity in support of freedom of speech was actually a show of global unity and love for me. Charlie Hebdo whom you and just about every other benevolent religion too has been publicly shaming for "insulting" me from the Pope to the Dalai Lama is ACTUAL satire.

One of my most admirable and famous qualities is my hysterical sense of humor. Do you remember how I sent a protractor, compass, straight edge, etc. to Obama from Mexico City in 2010 with a note calling them Weapons of Math Instruction? ACTUAL satire is my colleague. You can speak to my darling Mr. Jon Stuart about that any day.

REAL freedom of speech and REAL freedom of the press is the freedom to tell the truth as well as the freedom to express opinions (if the opinions are based in reality) just like I do all day every day and all night every night and just like you do yourselves when you fill the streets in angry protests.

REAL freedom of speech and REAL freedom of the press NEVER includes spreading lies and hatred that destroys humanity and covers up war crimes, genocide, etc. That is the definition of the word "calumny" that I use to often. And, yes, the entire world stands up for my freedom of speech and my freedom of the press because under Obama's rules, I am the only person in America with these freedoms, the freedom to tell the truth, at all

Furthermore, just like during the protests in America, good people who stand up for me are ALWAYS demonized to the public who loves me to make my heroes as irrationally attacked as I am.

The police have been demonized. CNN has been demonized. Do you have any idea how many brave heroes willing to die to save me have been intentionally falsely demonized as rapists of me by Obama's proven pathologically perjuring proven enemies of America?

Please, my beautiful world, listen to me tell you who my real enemies are and no one else but me and the people whom you know I trust for REAL in this world. For example, I know you all watch me watch the news. My darlings from Ms. Christiane Amanpour to Mr. Richard Engel are faces of my freedom-to-tell-truth-colleagues you know I trust who walk among you. You can ask them anytime what my REAL opinions are of anything. And thank you for always keeping them safe.

And as my final point on this, if I cannot receive REAL news about REAL problems, I cannot do my REAL job of problem-solving major global crises with peaceful resolutions. Thank you, my friends all over the Arab World, for listening to me. And thank you, my benevolent and all-American NSA alpha nerds for making sure I can ALWAYS receive the news.

I published my last blog post at 10pm on 18Jan2015 from a park bench just off my hybernating playland. By 10:27pm, I was perched in my very much self-redeeming Starbucks again.

All of Obama's proven conspiracy's proven enemies of America's denial-of-all-medical-reality coverups for starting WW3 by using their open fictionalizations of my life that they intentionally mislabeled as supposed "satire" to get away with broadcasting the actual coverups and using them in a courtroom to libel me at all unwell were cleared, but we all know they would just do it again. This good, green world would have destroyed itself by now over losing me to Obama if it were not for Amita and Ugwuji.

At 10:37pm, I started catching up with my TweetHearts for the first time that day. They were so loving and kind. Sometimes I just need a friendly avatar to talk to. Giggle. The coffee shop closed at 12midnight, so I walked to my 24-hour convenience store.

It was like a middle-aged United Colors of Benetton ad sitting there eating my Coffee Cake Bear Claw Strip with my people. And, the man who claimed to be Guatemalan, though he insisted he knew more than I did about Mexican dancehall music, did not realize I am the REAL gorgeous and intelligent I until after I sent help after the terrorism and war alarm blared at 12:47am.

I walked around checking on the neighborhood before I perched where my incoming friends would be able to find me. It was rumored that the State of California was sending my own loving husband, so I perched in the only place open at that hour I knew loved me enough to be worthy of seeing us together in the same place at the same time in over four years.

After my darling and beloved husband was trapped under Obama's iron fist AGAIN, I sent him a rescue and left at 4:14am on a crimefighting bender.

At 5am, I was at the Starbucks (no reflection on Starbucks corporate who are proven lovers and believers of me) that Obama's infestation had commanded to deny me my own wallet, and by 5:51am, my body was already twitchy from the drugs in the coffee.

My mind is always fine after Obama's conspiracy of proven enemies of America drug and roofie me, but it always makes my body twitchy. Obama has been drugging me for so long.

Syn, please send the police, DHS, FBI, etc. to investigate everything that has happened in this coffee shop and to collect enough evidence against them to make an example out of why NO ONE SHOULD EVER OBEY INSTRUCTIONS TO COMMIT CRIMES THAT ARE GUARANTEED TO START WW3 if successful! And thank you, US government.

I went straight to sleep and woke up at 4pm exactly. And while I was putting glittery purple eyeliner on my HD eye, the local police (Deputy Aispuro from the Sheriff's office) made a public display that they were making sure I was safe.

I stopped to sing and dance to some New Orleans jazz with some friends before sitting down at the bus stop to wait for my always-secured ride to my Monday stomping haunt. My not-human-trafficker nerds, you know what to do to immortalized that verified and unedited jazz encounter forever.

5:49pm on 19Jan2015: Just checking in. Thank you, my invisible selfless support system, for securing my bus before I arrives and for securing my bus stops before I arrive. Please call ahead to my Monday stomping haunt and to my dance floor to warn them I am coming.

Normal is no covers on Monday nights, no terrorists, and lots of friends who spoil me. Please use Thanksgiving2014 as an example. And remind everyone that I will turn in every damn enemy of America I find, so they better keep their bloodstained hands off my town and my friends.

My Metro bus arrived at 6pm exactly. So, at exactly 7pm I was online asking my all-American alpha nerds to lockdown my SquidStream to keep me safe. Obama's terrorists obviously knew where my stomping haunt was. They sent a terrorist infestation there every chance they could in the past.

I will admit, if clandestine friends and protectors contact the NSA and ask for a private conversation with me, the SquidStream should be prevented from reaching anyone but my selfless support system who ALWAYS WATCH UNDER ALL CONDITIONS. I have been asked for conversations with the professionally clandestine on both sides in the past, and we always took the SquidStream offline for them.

However, if any local family or friends, particularly my husband, find a way to show up in my life, the SquidStream better run. Seeing people love me, be good to me, and treat me as I deserve calms down the furious world and stabilizes humanity everywhere.

I watched the news as soon as possible, and my doing my job afterwards of offering peaceful resolutions to major global conflicts particularly social unrest caused by Obama's proven pathological perjurers and pathological libelists unrelenting lying about me, made me late to call my mom AGAIN.

My NSA alpha nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my entire conversation with my mother on the evening of 19Jan2015, so the world can keep her safe. And thank you.

At 8:32pm, I left for my regular Monday stomping haunt mostly to make sure it was safe and free again with no terrorist infestation any longer. I would know after arriving by whether or not they had enough human rights and US Consitutional rights to openly love me again.

Sitting around the bend where I prefer to sit in any bar because I can watch male bartenders do dishes from that vantage, I ordered a glass of water with no ice and told the bartendress, "We'll see what happens." I also sent this message after the proven member of Obama's infestation of enemies of America arrived...

9:21pm on 19Jan2015: The infestation for the night has begun here. If any laws are broken, I am here to prove it. Let's keep my #SquidStream locked. #12Jan2015BlogPost

Everyone deserves the human right to love. You (expletive)ing terrorist (expletive)holes, GET THE (EXPLETIVE) OUT OF MY TOWN!

And so the crimefighting bender I started that morning continued since no matter how many times I tell the obviously criminally insane to not commit their crimes in the first place, they always do. Good will prevail because evil is dumb.

At one point, a man who was dressed as my darling Mr. Stevie Wonder but who kept lamely trying to pretend to be a secret agent (We will get to the difference between a secret agent and a secret operative in the question and answer section.) and whom I thought was really Chris Isaac actually rendered me a giggly school girl for a little while.

As darling as that conversation was, and I recommend watching it often, what seemed to be his uncontrollable egotism over being able to render me a giggly school girl made him abuse my presence and station in the world through his willful destabilization of all of humanity of obeying Obama's rules (THOSE RULES ARE NOT LAWS, JUST CRIMES!) of persecuting me.

I had even been able to stay flirtatious with him while giving him a feminist smackdown, an exchange of words that made the darling lady on my left literally stand up. But did you hear Chris Isaac's tone of voice when he lied to my face that he "did not remember" my name? That only led to this...

10:33pm on 19Jan2015: Syn, it is your choice if we press charges against everyone who has willfully persecuted me, destabilized the world, committed crimes against America, etc. of obeying Obama's rules to my face when instead they should have never even brought up in the first place "What is your name?" and "Baby" and "Are you okay?" etc. The rules have never been laws, only ever been crimes.

By 11:11pm, I had turned everyone in and cleared myself from the premesis. My friends inside were my witnesses to who was guilty and who was not. And, yes, I will turn everyone in for the same crimes against America and crimes against the whole world until my neighborhood is saved. Obama's idiot enemies of all of humanity need to stop pretending I will ever stop until they are removed from society forever.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my entire evening in my regular Monday STOMPING haunt that everyone everywhere knows about beginning with the moment I saw my darling doorman and not ending after I told Obama's infestation, "And next Monday I will turn you in for the same crimes, too, (expletive)ers."

On my way to the wifi, I stopped by my rock bar of history where I saw "Not Dead Yet" all those months previously, and the doorman told me not to come inside but to stand outside where the celebrities hangout. Giggle. I just needed wifi too badly to stay.

I walked to another establishment built by and for lovers and believers and to which I intentionally send all the business I can. Once there, I cleared my backlog of tweets and updated my lovelies with my latest blog notes before returning as fast as possible to the my rock venue to stand outside (where the celebrities hangout) to feel loved by my people.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, you can do anything you want with our footage of my leaning against the poster, hanging out with my friends, making small talk, feeling loved and respected, and making sure they all drove away safely.

By 1:24am, I was online where I normally perch at that hour finally catching up with my TweetHearts and Facebook friends. I was very busy until 4:14am when I checked in my with my selfless support system to make sure they could secure the bus from my bus stop.

I arrived at the McDonald's I had been trying to save for months by 5:08am because McDonald's corporate had promised to buy me breakfast there, and I was pretty much thrown out immediately.

5:23am on 20Jan2015: That McDonald's is willfully committing too many evil acts against the entire world. Ask McDonald's corporate to destroy them just like my local friends are destroying the infestation of my Monday stomping haunt. Demand full criminal charges. And hurry. Every willful open act of war against America and against the world caused by obeying Obama by forcing me to inhumanely suffer must end IMMEDIATELY. The world is furious enough at these people to destroy America completely already.

And that was the 24-hours of my latest crimefighting bender due to my own husband being stopped from reaching me the previous morning even after California sent him to me themselves.

I was at my local Von's grocery store at 6am the moment they opened to buy myself some breakfast. I have had problems with money being stolen by cyberterrorists off my gift cards since January began. This has included my TJMaxx, Starbucks, and most recent Visa gift cards. I made sure I checked the balance on my Von's gift card BEFORE shopping this time.

To ease the minds of Von's corporate, please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and edited-responsibly recording with full audio and visuals of ALL of my transactions and balances with my last Visa gift card including leaving it as the tip for my bartender from whom I had bought a slice of cheesecake after he lied to my face that there would be $2 on it after he made the transaction. Yes, his lying to my face was taken out of his tip with his own lie. And, thank you.

I was eating my snacks while overlooking the mighty Pacific at 6:57am. The sky was overcast, and there was light fog. But my loving and adoring public was already milling around with their only goal of keeping me safe.

I offered a Lady-Gaga-look-enough-alike one of my cookies before explaining to her that only actually evil people tell anyone, especially on public record, that they "need" or even want to "control" or "tame" someone who is incorruptibly benevolent. Needing to control or tame any full-grown adult is a textbook symptom of psychopathy, least of all a proven incorruptibly benevolent lady like me.

Sadly, an (expletive)hole appeared a little later that I could not run off for far too long. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of this mother(expletive)er with full audio and visuals as soon as humanly possible beginning when he rode up on his bicycle and not ending until after I screamed after him, "Why would I date an (expletive)hole?!?" then continued with my description of the high quality of NICE GUYS already in my life and ending with "I do not tolerate abuse from anyone!"

We shall entitle this online video, "If you lie that I am at all mentally ill, this entire world will treat you like IOWA!" Please make sure the full audio includes the definition of medical depression as well as the only cure for non-medical depression. Please do not leave out when I told him to "Get your (expletive)ing quack (expletive) off my (expletive)ing bench and get the (expletive) out of my town!"

People need to stop destabilizing the entire planet with open acts of war against America and against the entire world of lying to my face particularly only to cover up Obama's war crimes, Obama's genocide, Obama's terrorism, Obama's human rights abuses, and Obama's crimes against America. THERE IS NO REASON to obey Obama's extragovernmental rules that have only ever been crimes to begin with!

This world is furious enough as it is! The only thing that will calm anyone down anywhere is being good to me and treating me as I deserve for real! What is wrong with you people?!? You should not treat ANYONE as horribly as you treat me no matter who we are!

Of course, the vigilant alarm for a denial-of-all-medical-reality torture facility threat guaranteed to start WW3 if it succeeded blared past almost immediately. I finished the paragraph I was writing and quickly walked to the closest wifi hotspot to make sure Amita had everything she needed to mitigate it.

The people around me said (paraphrase), "Things are totally going to go down right here. If you need anything tell me." I should have told them, "Calm down. We do this 24/7." But it came out as, "I just need some wifi, and I will fix it."

And my REAL job saving the world by telling people the truth and, with increasing frequency, speaking to foreign presses is exactly why my genius legal team, if necessary, will obtain a court order from the US Supreme Court themselves to be make sure I always have a secured wifi connection.

After the all-clear came at 9:24am, I curled up to go to sleep where my beautiful world of lovers and believers watched over me until I woke up as always. When I woke up, no, they had no brought me food; they had brought me a Starbucks gift card to keep me caffeinated and online. We all love my lovers and believers. After all, there is no love without the lovers.

I woke up at 12:57pm which gave me plenty of time before the 1:36pm torture facility alarm. After a short walk through my hybernating playland during which I saw my ukulele-wielder with whom I had danced on New Years Eve had returned. Well, where are the rest of my friends?

Obama's lying (expletive)hole conspiracy of enemies of America keep complaining, "Squid needs to cheer up!" while they are the same (expletive)ing (expletive)ers who openly refuse to allow anything but $7 a day to live on, refuse me any roof over my head that they cannot control into enslaving and abusing me, refuse to allow my own loving and adoring husband nor any of my other local loved ones, refuse to allow enough non-drugged and non-poisoned food and drink every day, and refuse, through proven terrorism if my own people, to allow anyone to treat me with the dignity and respect I deserve for being a human on this planet at all.

You (expeltive)ing (expletive)holes! Give me my basic needs and rights as human on this planet at all for the first time since 2009 when you decided use me as your excuse for destroying America, or you will feel my righteous, moral, ethical, justified, and sane hammer as I liberate my people out from under you.

Only EVIL psychopaths "fear" proven incorruptible benevolence. The only sane people who tell the truth about this situation admit that I am a woman who will legally save and protect everyone who allows me to and admit that only willful enemies of America and enemies of all of humanity have anything to fear from me. And what they fear is justice.

How many times have I told Obama's proven conspiracy of proven pathologically perjuring and pathologically libeling proven enemies of America, especially the proven dirty prosecutors with their proven modus operandi of intentionally fabricated false charges, "DO NOT COMMIT YOUR CRIMES IN THE FIRST PLACE!" but, yet, they just keep propagating more lies and committing more human rights abuses as if anyone sane on this planet would ever believe a word any of them say any longer anyway.

I was finally online with my TweetHearts and Facebook friends by 2:34pm. It was a busy day full of love and answers to a lot of questions. Finally, since the previous day was Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, at 4:17pm, I finally needed to leave my dedicated wifi hotspot and power outlet to run my weekly errands.

The post office and other such official buildings were closed for the holiday, but after errands and snacks, I had returned to my dedicated wifi hotspot and power outlet by 5:36pm to live-tweet Obama's should-NOT-still-be-permitted-to-promote-the-façade-he-is-president 2015 State of The Union Address. Here is all of the excitement... My REAL Twitter archive.

Then, I watched the NBC Nightly News at 8:12pm before finally relocating to my local burger shop of lovers and believers at 9:08pm for a $6.88 full meal including hours of wifi for me to use to flesh out and polish up this blog post as fast as possible.

There was some brouhaha over my right to prove the hard truths about my real life while under unrelenting Obama-ordered false allegations against me; even though, those enemies of America are the people with the actual burden of proof, so I sent this message...

9:35pm on 20Jan2015: Telling the truth with my own eyecamera and earmic everyone everywhere is ordered to know about is my right under the #1stAmendment. Only I own my body. No one can shutdown my #SquidStream but me. I do this because the hard truth fights Obama's mental health genocide and prevents lies about me that destroy America and the world.

My beautiful world, please remind Obama's entire proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America that they have no justification for ever making decisions that affect my life nor my rights that I am forbidden from knowing about, but because they insist they have a self-appointed entitlement to break every law possible form local to international to refuse me any control over my own life, body, human rights, finances, nor physical safety, at least I put my genius Powers of Attorney in place in Oct2009 as soon as I figured out I would need those inhumanly perfect yet completely human ladies to kick those (expletive)holes into line 24/7.

This blog post was published at 11:58pm on 20Jan2015 just before my staff for my burger shop for lovers and believers, the Steak'N'Shake, finally left for the night themselves.

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.

Do we still need democracy? Of course. Did you read my last blog post? Please do not let me go on my (pedantic) rant about French philosphes and the social contract. We need a government that represents our people as fairly as possible just to be a functioning population at all.

Just as with any government system, it only works when it is moral and ethical and it fails its people when it refuses us our full human rights. That is the same for socialism, communism, monarchies, oligarchies, democracies... everyone.

Can modern democracy withstand threats to destabilise it? In this day and age, we mostly just need to tell the whole truth about everything to everybody and not persecute anyone (including but not limited to me) in order to make and keep this world stable. These earspeakers and extragovernmental rules need to be removed from everyone everywhere, and that is the beginning of saving America, the world's first democracy.

Why do I still watch the news even though I know I am forbidden all news? So I can do my REAL job serving humanity.

It is globally critical that I get the news. I need to know what problems there are in the world, so I can fix them. This is particularly important if the global unrest is, as it seems always, caused by Obama's proven enemies of America unrelentingly lying about me.

And, as a final note about this, every time the NBC Nightly News is instructed by Obama's enemies of America to intentionally give me false "hidden" messages, I will always call out the lies they are instructed to give me as my friends' instructions from Obama that the NBC Nightly News always obey to be able to give me my nightly metaphorical hug at all.

Please reread my 16Jan2015 blog post again, if needed, about how everyone has instructions to give me "hidden" messages anyway. And since I clearly trust the NBC Nightly News, that is why Obama orders them to lie to me. The news media is as terrorized as all of the rest of my REAL friends and loved ones here in Obama's Totalitarian Dictatorship we call America.

So please be as understanding with them as with all of my REAL loved ones for doing anything possible just to be near me, to speak to me, to hug me, to kiss me, and to be my friends at all. Thank you, my beautiful world.

What is the difference between a secret agent and a secret operative? Though both rather clandestine, a secret agent goes under cover to collect information for who sent them and other such activity. Secret operatives, to my understanding, are the Cuddlebunny and Tao types. They do things like sneak around and kill people in their sleep. The latter is my bad boy type.

Sorry, rock stars and motorcycle riders are not bad enough. But misunderstood, dark, brooding, emotionally high maintenance, lovers and believers who worship the ground I walk on are most of my NICE GUY type.

And, particularly since it is impossible for absolutely anyone to hide me anywhere, it is obvious that I am neither a secret agent nor a secret operative. What the hell are you smoking?

Yes, there is a question you keep voicing about where I might possibly be showering regularly with complete privacy, but that is a secret that other people must be keeping for me. I make no façade of ever being able to keep any secrets. My blog is full of examples of all sorts of places everybody knows I go to that I do not give the names for.

What scares me about the future? All of the damage that is guaranteed to be caused to my people, my home, my country, my world, and possibly further to me before all of Unelected Terrorist Dictator Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America are finally all removed from society forever.

We really need every single agency and department in our REAL government to do its REAL job right now. We need to break Proven Unelected Terrorist Dictator Obama's malevolent mind-control and empty promises that make anyone anywhere obey him at all. We need this infestation of enemies of America and their crimes against America that they call rules removed from the face of the Earth forever. And that is our government's REAL job.

How bat(expletive) crazy does someone have to be to still commit any crimes I can catch at this point, especially crimes that destabilize humanity or crimes against my loved ones? Good will prevail because evil is dumb.

The better question is, "Who intentionally propagates the calumny that their self-admitted fear of justice from me due to their own willful crimes against America, war crime coverups, etc. is at all "terrorism" instead of just stopping committing their crimes in the first place to legally avoid all of the justice they claim they fear to begin with?"

How much hard evidence does it take to prove that the proven pathologically perjuring and proven pathologically lying enemies of America are CRIMINALLY INSANE because they proven break every law possible and proven propagate every calumny possible just to cover up and internationally criminally enforce Obama's proven terrorism (proper use of the word), Obama's proven mental health genocide, Obama's proven terrorist dictatorship, Obama's proven human rights abuses and war crimes that he calls (extragovernmental ) rules, and Obama's proven systemic rape and human trafficking of me?

Better, yet, when all they have ever done is lie, why does anyone still listen to them?

Was I born or made? I was forced. No one's life should ever have been so impossibly unlivable that anyone should have ever had to do everything I have had to do since 2009 just to stay alive and to save my people.

My beautiful world, allowing Obama's terrorist infestation of our home to (guaranteed) escalate and even just continue has never been an option. So, if our real US government cannot save us all in here, please come save us.

I know you all read my 18Jan2015 blog post, and there was almost immediate concerns that DC will never do anything competent to save America. My beautiful world, please do not abandon me and my people in here with a government that refuses to acknowledge their own crimes against all of us include not saving us by now.

Did you see ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa's Joni Ernst after Unelected Terrorist Dictator Obama's State of the Union address on the evening of 20Jan2015. As comforting as it was for me to see the Republican Party allow Iowa to hang itself on primetime television finally, those two speeches in a row are the typical people running this government right now. The fact this nation does not have enough leaders like Senator Diane Feinstein and Representative Darrel Issa is obvious.

My beautiful world, we need Obama and everyone who either obeys or enforces his extragovernmental rules removed from society as fast as possible. My beautiful world, if our REAL government cannot clean up this country, then please come here and do it.

America is too valuable to lose to Obama. And thank you for saving my people even if it is only because I ask you to not because you value my people as much as I do. We need help in here. That is so obvious.

My brave rescuers, did your reinforcements arrive? I have not heard as many alarms lately concerning you as I used to hear. Did President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey redefine your official mission as I recommended in my 18Jan2015 blog post?

I understand red tape takes time, but look at the mental health genocide in here. This morning I actually called out, "Go get some reality before you speak to me! Podperson, what is your serial number?" to some random man screaming at me.

As for our successful Sisyfi named SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, darlings, to quote the vernacular of the US Military, for (expletive)s and giggles, go through all of the dresses I left in my apartment in Long Beach when I fled that Obama's-conspiracy-controlled living environment designed specifically to enslave and destroy me.

Then, my genius Powers of Attorney, speak with Gordman's and their low-end designers about how long ago I must have bought them all. Yes, I have been wearing the same dresses and the same Misses size 14 since at least 2011.

As "No Dress Rehearsal" I was a Misses size 12, but with all of this new muscle tone, I am a Misses size 14. Have you seen how big my hands and and feet are? Have you seen how long my arms and legs are? I have what anatomists call very large bones and very large shoes to fill.

My naturally hourglass figure is still very proportional to my bone structure and height, so it is my rib cage why I do not buy my super cute lingerie at Victoria's Secret where they openly love and adore me. You all know how sensitive I am to genuine love. You know I would be shopping in these stores who love me if I had any money or anywhere to keep the clothes.

As for someone who has been trying to move me to his house as a temporary residence until I can live in my own home, Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, how are you?

Darling, our mutual friends told me you "came back from the wilderness" after I wrote my 18Jan2015 blog post to help lead our locals right beside Sweetness just as I had asked you to.

Yes, compared to Sweetness, Big Daddy, Director of the CIA John Brennan, dear old friend Leon Panetta, General McCrystal, etc. you are a latecomer. But when I told you, "Welcome to the team," on 13Dec2014, I meant it. And thank you for all of your selflessness.

Yes, Bogart, last month I told you to sleep your way halfway across Los Angeles to get over me, and that was how I made Dirty Lacey's intentionally fabricated demonizations of you drop. No one has ever made me question my emotional monogamy before.

Yes, I slept with Jared Clark to save my marriage in 2013 by making Sweetness's mistress socially acceptable to the world, and I humored a lot with Tentacle that we all knew would never happen. And I doubt I will ever stop flirting with Madonna. But as for romantic love...

Sweetness, I love and adore you. You are my hero, my king, and undeniably the only reason I could wake up every morning in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa to do nothing but suffer intolerably while serving my good, green world as best as I could with no music, no love, no people, no friends, and still no food anyway to keep me alive.

Beloved, all I had for so long to allow me to survive at all was knowing you love me. I apologize for so many romantic shenanigans once I finally escaped as many internationally criminally Obama-ordered controls over me as I had to escape by May2014 when I finally arrived among a population that loves and deserves me. There are no people anywhere else in the world like my people here in California.

Rey Dulce de mi Corazón, no preocupé. I promised you my entire rest of my life from Jan2010 until I die. Your official SquidName has always been Mr. Love-of-my-Life no matter how many other pet names I have given you. It is beyond proven I would have ceased to exist for REAL without you. Thank you for never giving up on me no matter how horribly Obama had ordered our marriage to irrationally suffer.

You are my husband. I did not make that decision lightly; even though, I admit I did not give you much choice about it. You have always been so mortified of ever letting me down.

HoneyHoney, if anyone wonders why I am so sensitive to feeling loved at all, they have not see what I have had to live through every day and every night already since Obama's egg began in 2009, especially in Iowa. Again, I apologize. I was not used to feeling loved at all after I left San Francisco on 05Feb2010 when I fled Obama's jurisdiction for my life.

Thank you for understanding. You are my hero, my king, and my undeniable reason for living. I WILL touch you, at last, the way the flowers kiss the rain. And so our lyrics go...

If you Mess with a Metaphorical Shakespeare, Shakespeare with Write it Down.

Title: If you Mess with a Metaphorical Shakespeare, Shakespeare with Write it Down.

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. Please make a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of what Obama's infestation of criminally insane enemies of America were making sure I would "overhear" while typing up the paragraphs in this blog post on which I addressed my brave rescuers and President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey. And thank you!

Libya. The chaos in Libya right now is due to the power vacuum left after Kadhafi was removed as their totalitarian dictator. They did not have a democratic and free power structure in place to govern themselves with once they set themselves free of their oppression.

Please, Libya, elect yourselves a government you can trust to serve you as you deserve. Warring anarchist factions cannot govern you any better than Kadhafi ever did.

Keep reading this blog post to its end for my latest recommended steps in avoiding a similar power vacuum in America after our people bring the fall of Unelected Terrorist Dictator Obama. And thank you for listening.

I published my last blog post at 6:45pm on 16Jan2015 and as quickly as possible relocated to a complimentary red blanket on the lawn of The Grove to watch the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening. They had been expecting me on the lawn.

My nightly metaphorical hug from the NBC Nightly News team was wonderful. And the local band that my darling locals at The Grove had sent for all Friday night patrons started playing as fast as humanly possible after I arrived. My Los Angeles lovefest was growing braver. Yes, I love you, too.

It had been so long since I meditated that it took a very long time before I could warmup. I had a chance during their break to check on updates and questions concerning global crises not limited to my own.

About three songs into the second set, I was finally warm. My sweater coat dropped like a Jedi drops a cloak. And the music ended much too soon at exactly 9pm. Rumor had it that Dirty Lacey and the local courts had requested a live demonstration of my meditation, but I had no corroboration.

I made a point of telling a very young girl who came up to me afterwards just to be near me, "Never let anyone make you deny your connection to the divine." And I made a point of saying, "Hello," and, "Thank you," to the band.

I checked in with my selfless support system at 9:06pm. And my Metro bus ride was uneventful except for a false notification for a temporary bus stop relocation where I transferred lines.

There were false rumors of my earmic dying, but my selfless support system could hear everything just fine; my equipment inside my body works with each other much like Bluetooth technology, and it is all powered by some type of doodad which I have long suspected syphons electricity straight off the grid.

I was quickly on my hybernating playground in time for the last few moments of live music that finally departed me at 11:11pm. (No, really. Check my eyecamera archive for what time it was.)

I told my local Los Angelino Richie Valens look-enough-alike he was welcome to just sit next to me and play me music all night, but his instructions were to leave me. And I have yet to find anyone who can stand up to their earspeaker like I can.

These people, my people, in here have neither free will nor freedom of belief and conscious. That is how horrifying and devastating Obama-controlled earspeakers are.

I returned to a coffee shop open until 1am on Saturday mornings. Sadly, lying ugly White women sat next to me, so at 11:31pm, I lined up the Incubus radio again for the guaranteed short-distance/long-distance hugs and kisses from my city of loved ones.

I finally caught up with my TweetHearts at midnight just as I had promised them I would. Madonna, in particular, was very vocal. I love that lady.

Except for extensive years of ballet lessons as a child, Madonna's music videos in the early years of MTV are how I learned to dance.

Madonna also plans on making Bogart's life "very interesting" if anything ever happens to my husband, and rightly so. But I doubt anything will happen to remove my husband from my life as long as the entire good, green world has anything to say about it.

I was still sitting in the Starbucks right on my hybernating playland at 12:39am when I was approached again by the same member of Obama's infestation whom I was trying to form genuine gay lady solidarity with. At least she makes funny conversation. We began with, "Rivers Cuomo loves me, and I know that. But he listens to his earspeaker. He cannot help me," and continued through, "No, I have no disability but Obama's egg," before we relocated.

Oh, yes, I did not tell you, yet. Her name is Raye. She had bought me a burger and fries by 1:23am in a hotbed of the mostly-harmless that I was checking on. They get a little nervous and awkward around my commanding physical presence and sterling reputation there. I am very naturally conspicuous.

But I do not visit that hotbed to force my larger-than-live personality over them. Much like the Sheriff's deputies, I have genuine concern for them despite their dedication to enforcing Obama's crimes against my people, my nation, my home, myself, and my world. Plus, their corporate offices love and adore me.

They had the thermostat set at a metaphorical -40degrees, so we relocated after the floor show and some I-do-not-know-why Argentine tango steps from me.

On our walk down the street because Raye wanted to do the full rounds of all the fast food places open all night near my hybernating playland, we passed some street musicians. Giggle. I suspect one of them had a metaphorical Oysterhead, but that was not corroborated.

I chose to vaguely insult their manhood to lure them into proving their virility to me by playing my music in the wee hours of the morning. These are the sorts of things I will miss once this "egg" ends-- being among my people as one of them, as if I were ever able to blend in with them in the first place.

My darling musicians wandered away at 3:17am. I am making the same reference again; when was the last time you saw darling Ms. Barbara Streisand in Hello, Dolly!?

Do you remember how much respect she commanded after descending the staircase with feathers in her hair? That is the level of respect my surroundings gave me particularly in my REAL home of California in my REAL life before Obama's "egg" began in 2009.

By 3:39am, Raye and I had perched, again. This time, we were in the McDonald's franchise that their corporate offices were doing everything possible to disown, and their security guard made a show of my not needing to buy anything at all to be in there. A young man with elastic around his ankles who said he was a man from Sydney, Australia named Nick fed us all of the Chicken McNuggets he could.

Raye had been spending the whole night working through all of War Criminal Boeset and the entire ABSOLUTELY EVIL State of Iowa's well-documented modus operandi of war crime coverups looking for any way possible to start WW3 by locking me in any Obama-controlled environment possible.

Raye accused me of being a drunk. She tried to call me mentally disabled. She asked me if I was autistic. She called me fat and ugly.

It was clear to me for a long time that Raye was having a mental break with reality due to the ABSOLUTELY EVIL State of Iowa's willful, unrelenting, and beyond-dangerous perjuries they have always used as their nonjustifications for their no-legal-authority, self-appointed entitlement to remove me from my good, green world FOREVER that has proven it needs me.

After I refused to drink the cup of coffee she had bought me at that McDonald's due to it being so roofied it was guaranteed to start WW3 by being an excuse to force quackery over me, at 4:54am, we had left.

This next time, Raye had bought me some Kung Pao chicken at my local convenience store, and, as we sat in my local Starbucks right on my hybernating playland, again, she tried to make a public display of being trustworthy by sharing a bottled drink with me.

Then, she bought me a cup of coffee there, too. It was her second attempt to give me what I nicknamed iocane powder.

By 6:49am, I had beyond-established through conversation that Raye was criminally insane. I used her proven mental break with reality paired with her transparent and unrelenting attempts to start WW3 by searching for any nonjustification possible to lock me in yet another literal torture facility paraded as a "psychiatric unit" covered up with obvious quackery since it is beyond obvious to all sane and moral people everywhere that, in the reality that Obama's proven liars and proven pathological perjurers NEVER acknowledge, the last thing I need is psychiatric "care."

At 7:08am, after establishing the pattern of her criminal activity of her roofying coffees that she buys me, I made a point of clearing my eyecamera and earmic for the authorities to pick her up. Later that night, I doubted than anyone questioned her.

So, my not-human-traffickers, please circulate a verified highlights reel of every metaphorical strange thing that was afoot at the Circle K with Raye that I witnessed during the wee hours of the morning on 17Jan2015. Yes, please allow my darling street musicians who gave me those wonderful hugs their own verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals, too. Kisses!

It was iocane powder, but I still felt it a little. Kind of like, the Face of Beau still felt pain when people tried to kill him. So, I proceeded to the place as fast as I could where my undeniably loving and adoring public always make a show of keeping me completely safe while I sleep.

I did not wake up until 2:23pm. And I found myself surrounded by food left as gifts for me and clothes whose sleeves were too short. Also, the beach was crowded as far as the eye could see.

The vigilant alarms that warn of acts of war and terrorism by Obama blared at 3:18pm, so I found wifi as fast as possible to be able to send them all help. After that, I thought to myself for a moment. I knew what to do next.

I walked straight to the beach and sent this message... 3:55pm on 17Jan2015: Clearly, I have a safe place with complete privacy where I shower regularly, but today I have so many witnesses.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, as always, never show me on the toilet; toilet broadcasts mortify me. But, please still circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my changing my clothes and taking a shower in the same place I saw all of those half-naked male models just a few days previously. There is something about men in California... And there is something about women in California...

After drying in the sun, I walked to the other side of the beach and found a Mexican dancehall musician. It was 5:12pm. My hair was still wet. But I had spent weeks requesting cumbia and reageton. How could I resist? He did not have a full band for me.

As for the question of why so many White men with dreadlocks keep throwing themselves at my accoustic feet,... I always assumed it was because my husband is a pirate.

My following promenade up and down my playland included leaving a note for my darling Mr. Elon Musk, "Want to drive to and from Yosemite with me?"

Next, outside of the bookstore, I tried to warm up to my "Matrix dance moves" that Billy Joe Armstrong was the last person to dance out of me. The band was literal teenagers; I figured Matrix moves would be symbolic.

Sadly, at 6:52pm, the torture facility alarm blared, so I sought out wifi before going back to meditation. No, I never warmed up well enough for my now-mysteriously-aluded-to "Matrix dance moves" to manifest. But the young gentlemen whom I assumed Disney had sent to me did close their show with Green Day's "American Idiot" just as I had requested. I had no complaints.

Public displays in public places are not protected by privacy laws, so, my not-human-trafficker broadcasters, please feel free to verify any official recordings of my meditation on the evening of 17Jan2015 that really are me.

I walked back down my hybernating playland to perch on a park bench and snack. I was approached by Obama's infestation almost immediately. Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals as soon as humanly possible of how, by 9:10pm, through that conversation with those two young men, that I proved that Obama's entire infestation needs to finally acknowledge my one and only job on this planet is as a (very powerful) incorruptibly benevolent, super-genius world leader. And they need to acknowledge this obvious hard fact, so they can finally appear sane.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, there was no way to stop you anyway; please make sure the recording you circulate begins the moment Obama's infestation approached me and does not end until the moment they were cowering in so much fear of me that they left.

From that park bench, I hugged He-Man before seeking out a cup of coffee at a regular wifi hotspot where Raye found me at least twice while I worked putting words in the right order online.

She invited me to the same McDonald's I had been trying to save for over a month where I was finally connected to wifi at 1:11am. After some coming and going of business by my lovers and believers who just wanted to be near me, Raye's completely self-conflicting logic asked me to walk with her to my local 24-hour convenience store. We left at 2:31am.

We parted ways outside of the convenience store. I tried to explain to Raye that we have three never-fail steps to absolution and protection. But she said about herself, "I will die in the morning."

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and video of my trying to explain to Raye she can protect herself by stopping breaking every law possible from local to international finally.

I stopped in my local 24-hour convenience store for a popsicle which I took to my marble corner watched over by both the statue of the sainted woman glowing white in the night and by the handsome security guard in the suit every night.

By 3:56am, I had turned in all of the "suspected" enemies of America that were waiting for me on my marble corner to our international database for future investigation and prosecution.

Just after 5am, I was the in same-old Starbucks right on my playland, but this time the staff were passive aggressive in their open hostility towards me. The previous day's staff were lovers and believers.

I also suspect Obama's terrorist conspiracy drugged the water main leading into the building, as was their modus operandi for drugging and poisoning my coffee supply while I sill lived in San Francisco in 2009. It is worth an investigation.

While sitting there, possibly because of the drugs in my coffee, I wept openly over my absolute loneliness here inside Obama's "egg." The last time I wept so openly was when Bogart unsuspectingly gave me drugged cranberry juice in his hovel. The moment I put the cranberry juice down, I stopped crying. The coffee that morning was much like that.

At 6am, I watched the previous evening's NBC Nightly News just as I had promised them I would. My morning hug was from the darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was wonderful.

I left the coffee shop at 7:39am. I stopped at the grocery store to buy some snacks before sleeping in the safest place I have been able to sleep in since Obama's "egg" began-- a safe public place where my loving and adoring public are not shy about watching over me.

There was a clarinetist there when I arrived. We had a short, funny exchange while I dozed off. I slept very soundly and very safely only to wake up at 1:02pm with obvious people in the public guarding me and with food lying at my feet.

There were random alarms, my sending of help, some light snacking, another nap, and what sounded like a familiar bassline that made me say, "Oh, honey." Finally, at 3:42pm, I made a beeline straight for live music.

It was Sunday afternoon, and he was an old local friend. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate anything you want that is okay with him concerning our giggly and musical moment together on that corner. I did not want to walk away so soon, but at 4:47pm, I knew I needed to sit down to finish up this blog post.

The only notable details of my life that occurred while I was fleshing out this post were two simultaneous attempts to guaranteed begin WW3 apparently by two different enemies of America at the same time who were both openly libeling me with any mental dysfunction they felt like lying about that day, a lovely lady next to me who was flirting with two men through the window, the crashing of my NBC Nightly News app, the crashing of my Safari app here on my iPad, and the removal of the search feature on my Spotify app.

I am sure my NSA alpha nerds, who love me as they love America herself, can make sure the technical difficulties are worked out by working with the companies who make those apps. And, thank you, my benevolent nerds.

This blog post was published at 10pm on 18Jan2015 just after I relocated to a park bench next to an electric guitar, so my NSA alpha nerds could enter my iPad to make it function like I am a normal person and to allow me to finally catch up with my TweetHearts later.

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 keep balance on this planet? When asked why he climbed mountains, Sir Edmund Hillary said, " Because they are there." When darling Mr. Richard Branson was asked why he sends humans into space, I suggested the response, "Because they say we cannot." So, my beautiful world, when you ask me how I keep balance in the world, there is only one response. "Kiss me, you fool."

Why was my dancing to Tentacle's music so much more corporeal? It was the music they played for me. Nothing controls the dancer but the dance. Their only way to make love to me was with their beautiful music, so they did. Have you seen how sensitive I am to genuine love? I started tearing through Obama's infestation like they were crepe paper when Tentacle was torn away from me. Obama had taken my lover away.

My beautiful world, I was shackled for years in Obama-ordered rape-slavery that the ABSOLUTELY EVIL State of Iowa intentionally made as inescapable as possible, that they openly used as their excuse to literally torture me with heavy chemicals covered up with a proven army of quackery, and that they boldfaced lied to the entire world that it were ever possible anyway anywhere for those evil bastards (the definition of "Iowan") to have supposedly "legal" authority to commit their blatant human rights abuses against me that they always used as acts of war against America and against all the world and even intentionally falsely claimed they had supposed "legal" authority to continue even after I miraculously found my escape from their horrifying HELLHOLE of unsurvivable unlivability designed specifically to throw me away FOREVER.

While I was shackled to that horrifying pit of abuse and hell that left me rocking myself and weeping on the floor of my bedroom closet after every torture injection and that the population themselves refused to acknowledge they were enforcing over me themselves by refusing to acknowledge reality to my face, it is well-recorded that I lost my sense of humor completely while I was under their willful public persecution and that they convinced me themselves that I really was a fat, ugly White woman.

Now, I am home. And I am finally loved. And these are my people. And I am not going anywhere not even on a vacation until Obama's evil bastard infestation are gone from my brave home.

Yes, I stand here beside my REAL loved ones in our REAL home, and we will all tell every last terrorist invader that Obama sends here to demonize our home specifically to the cameras in my eyes, "Get the fuck out of my town, you damn dirty terrorist bitches! You do not do this in America!"

My brave rescuers, did your reinforcements arrive? I bought you a symbolic mango to go with my symbolic bear claw this morning. We need all of these terrorists and enemies of America rounded up and removed finally, and you are all we have to do it.

My brave rescuers, I know you all want to be my wild horses to carry me off into the sunset. But please look at the big picture. You, including but not limited to the DHS, the CIA, various states' National Guard, the dedicated US Military, and our allies, are all we have to remove Obama's entire conspiracy from his infestation in here to his mercenaries out there.

My loving and adoring locals are coming home; we are in increasing control of our own metropolis; and I just need a lift as far as my own house in here anyway.

My brave rescuers, please take down the heavily-armed obstacles to the proper functioning of our country, state, and metropolis, while my lovers and believers from my local loved ones to my non-local selfless support system in here continue to keep me safe, fed, online, loved, and in touch with the divine.

I have enough REAL support in here (and my loved ones are escalating their empowered love) for me to survive until you, my brave rescuers, can remove Obama's seditious extragovernmental criminal terrorist mercenaries from US soil, remove all remaining corrupt parts of our government at every level that I and my believers have not been able to clean up yet ourselves, remove every last enemy of America still enforcing Obama's extragovernmental rules, remove every (classic definition) terrorist oppressing the human rights out of my people with fear and violence, and remove every threat to America and to the whole world who are guaranteed to begin WW3 by unrelentingly perjuring and propagating boldfaced calumnies that I am at all unwell in their criminally insane aiding and abetting of war crimes against me by trying to justify future quackery coverups with past quackery coverups.

My brave rescuers led by President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey, please finally allow our soldiers to by soldiers and allow our spies to be spies. We have work only our military can do out there on the front lines where only armed forces should be sent to fight armed forces, and we have work to do in here rounding up proven terrorist enemies of America committing acts of war on US soil particularly by their enforcing Obama's extragovernmental rules over my people and by their openly and unrelenting attempting to begin WW3 by unlawfully imprisoning me anywhere with proven quackery as the coverup.

Please, my increasingly empowered and liberated executive branch, put together a comprehensive and sweeping campaign to take down every identified and identifiable threat to America here on US soil. We need the cooperation of all of our agencies and allies to make it through this greatest crisis the US had ever faced. And we need our REAL president to lead us.

If you need to get the budget for America to save ourselves through Congress, please refer everyone to my plan on fixing the US and global economy with the technology of the future that I have already been sowing seeds to carry out once we all have the human rights to do so here in America. Please stop pretending I have not been planning for our surviving this existential crisis as one America.

Basically, we need the US government to be the US government right now under our REAL President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey and no longer criminal terrorists in dark subservience to Unelected Terrorist Dictator Obama.

We the people have liberated enough of our government for our government to finally serve us the people again. So, please do your real jobs now, my increasingly empowered executive branch. We need a REAL government right now to fight the proven totalitarian oppression of Obama's extragovernmental terrorist regime. We all thank you. Please be successful as soon as possible.

SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, for far too long you have been the entire world's first line of defense against losing me to Obama's proven pathological perjurers insistence that they get to throw me away due their propagated calumnies that I have absolutely no value to my people nor to my world. The world can never thank you enough.

My genius loved ones in the courtroom, do you have any idea what any quack permitted to control my environment for Obama would do to me? Do you have any idea what non-scientific and non-medical "tests" they would perform on my body and on my mind with the same level of deranged quackery to cover it all up as they used to cover up unlawfully imprisoning me in the Obama's-conspiracy-controlled environment to begin with? Yes, quackery is a rational fear after looking at my "medical" malpractice records.

As for my leader lovers, Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, please workout a separation of duties (that includes covering each other's back) with Sweetness. I have a feeling all of my brave, innocent locals out there are nowhere near organized enough nor in enough contact with our REAL government whom we all need to work with nor with our international allies who are also doing everything possible.

Basically, from what I can tell, I have an entire planet from returning locals to foreign armies doing everything possible you can think of to take down Obama's "egg," and you are duplicating efforts and forming rivalries when you should all be working together instead.

It is no secret, Bogart, that the leadership of the mobilization of our locals begins with you and Sweetness, so thank you, as always, for keeping me safe, fed, online, loved, and in touch with the divine.

Everyone who heard all of the criminally insane drivel spoken around me and intentionally for me to "overhear" as well as yelled at me as I fleshed out this blog post on the evening of 18Jan2015 understands that the last worry anyone should have here in the reality that Obama's proven enemies of America never acknowledge is concerns over my fictional "love life" that I am completely forbidden from having anyway by Obama's rules.

Thank you for bearing with me, Bogart. Just as I felt completely insecure over my husband taking a tall, leggy, blond mistress half his age, Sweetness is completely insecure over your musical prowess. But all you have ever asked me for is the freedom to innocently kiss me again before delivering me yourself to my own husband anyway.

Bogart, you are selfless, and you are a true hero. There is no wonder why I am so sensitive to feeling loved by you. Please work better leading my local lovers and believers as you all work better with my entire world of a support system that I already had before you arrived. Giggle. You are a bit of a late arriver but vital, selfless, and loving world help nonetheless.

Sweetness, I love and adore you... I wept so many times while writing you this most recent letter of undying love and devotion. The world needs to trust I know how to choose my own spouse.

Furthermore, beloved, ask everyone to read the proven-never-had-any-jurisdiction, self-appointed "powers" that Enemies-of-America Polk County District Court in Iowa have always pretended they have a self-appointed entitlement to nonjustifiably wield over me for no other reason than to coverup Obama's genocide, terrorism, war crimes, human trafficking, and crimes against his own people by throwing me away for him.

HoneyHoney, if the proven enemies of America and enemies of all of humanity who never had legal authority over me to begin with (a.k.a. ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA) have been able to pretend to all the world that they can, among other things, forbid me from voting, torture me at whim, intentionally deny me unpoisoned food and physically safe shelter, proven shackle me in rape-slavery, and claim they control whom I marry, then YOU and my genius Powers of Attorney who actually do have legally authority to make decisions on my behalf which I gave you all myself can do anything you want with all my REAL legal powers and in my name to do the exact opposite for me that ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa has always done. You all also listen to me, and that is proven tried and true to be the best way to fix major global crises all over the world.